Different.//Harry Styles

Chapter Five [5]

                                                       Chapter Five [5]

 Through the white thin silky curtains on a window directly beside me, a ray of sunshine beams through, screaming at my eyelids to open. Ever so slowly, I cautiously flutter my eyes open, adjusting to the bright light. I fiddle around with the soft blanket, earning a groan on the opposite side of me.

Startled, I shift my weight around, staring directly into a blissful, sleeping Harry. I scoot closer, admiring his natural beauty. His curly brown hair is shaggy, falling just above his eyebrows. His long eyelashes twitch softy every couple moments, and his lips curve a small 'o' as he inhales and exhales, his inked chest rising and falling softly. Being so close, I'm able to visualize the tiny stubbles of hair that have appeared overnight and without thinking, I brush my fingers along the graze of his perfectly defined jawline. 

His eyelashes flickered up, slowly revealing his warm, drowsy forest eyes. His face instantly forms a small half smile, resulting his dimples to fluff into his cheeks. 

"Good morning," Harry's raspy voice greets soothingly. 

"Morning," I smile, but it shifts into a yawn, making Harry yawn, too. 

I motion my head a little deeper into the pillow with my long hair burying my face, blocking my view from Harry. I frowned, too lazy, sore and tired to put the effort in lifting the hair out of my face. But luckily, I didn't need to. Harry gently removes the long wavy auburn locks away from my face and I grin at the contact. 

"How are you feeling?" He questions in his sleepy voice after revealing my face. 

"Better," I assure him, lifting myself and sitting Indian style on the plush bed. 

"Good. Hungry?" He asks while dragging himself out of bed, stretching out his body. I stare in awe at how his muscles flex, straining against his blemish free skin. 

"Yeah," I answer, tearing my gaze off of his body to remove the beach sand that has crusted into my eyes overnight. 

"Get ready and we'll go somewhere out to eat for breakfast," He offers whilst rummaging through his closet for clothes. 

"Am I supposed to wear the clothes I wore yesterday?" I question, raising my brows at him. 

There was no way I was going to do that. Even if they are washed, it's gross to wear the same thing again. 

"I'll give you a pair of gym shorts and a hoodie, you'll look great." He promises, now shuffling through his dresser drawers. 

"Okay." I sigh, padding myself over next to him. "Where's the towels?" I question, examining around effortlessly. 

"Here," A pile of clothes is thrown my way, and sure enough, it's a grey hoodie, black shirt, and black gym shorts, or ballers. 

I catch them and then frown when he tosses me a towel, but caught me off guard so I wasn't able to catch it, so it fell on the floor aimlessly. He chuckles and leads me to the bathroom, teaching me how the faucets work. 

"Okay," I breathed, noticing how close we are right now, "I get it." 

"Alright, I'll leave you be then, love." He says, but not making any effort to exit the bathroom. His face is intensely close to mine, and I lick my lips slightly, taking note of how dry they've become. 

He brings his bottom lip between his teeth, gently pressing down on it before turning on his heels and exiting the bathroom. 

I frowned, thinking he was having the same thoughts as me.