Resurrection (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

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SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER:

Summertime Sadness/Lana Del Rey

RACHAELS POV

He's given me a new life. He's changed me for the best, and brought me out of my depression. He saved me from my step dads abusive ways. I can't thank him enough. Everything he's done for me was through love. He loves me so much and I know it. I love him too.

I crawled out of bed and realized we where both naked. Images of last night came to my head and a smile grew on my face.

I pulled a shirt over my body and pulled my panties up my legs. Harry began to move around in his sleep. He reached for my side of the bed to hold me. When he realized I wasn't there his eyes shot open and he flew upwards. Worry covered his face until his eyes met mine, and he sighed in relief.

"You scared me" he sighed. "I got worried when I felt that you weren't next to me" he said covering his chest with his hand. I laughed and he got up and put on his boxers.

We walked into the small kitchen to make coffee, just in our underwear. the sun was already up and it beamed through the patio window.

I grabbed the coffee beans and Harry grabbed the mugs. After making the
Coffee we sat out on the patio looking over the beach.

"I have to work until 6" Harry said breaking my thoughts of how lucky I am to be here right now with him. I looked over at him while swallowing some of my coffee.

"I work until 2" I told him. "We don't usually get that busy at the pier. All I do is clean the cups from the bar, I'm not that important" I explained.

"Your very important" he replied with a smile. His hand moved over mine and he spoke again. "If you think cleaning cups is bad, try coming to my work.. All I do is look at blue prints of houses all day long" he explained.

A smile grew on my lips and I rested my head on his shoulder. I really had to get ready for work, but it didn't want this moment to end.

We finished out coffee and dreadfully broke apart to get up and get ready for the day ahead of us. I felt really weighed down right now. My chest felt heavy and I just felt like something unexpected was to come.

I pushed the thought aside and walked into the bathroom. I combed my hair and applied powder to my face. Next, I lined the top of my eye lid with black eye liner and brushed on mascara to my top and bottom lashes. I pulled black leggings up my legs a grey Rolling Stones shirt over my head. I don't know why I was getting dressed up, I was just going to clean dishes..

"Harry I'm leaving!" I yelled through the condo. I think he was in the shower...

"Wait, wait!" I heard him yell from the bathroom. Seconds later he came running out into the kitchen with a towel around his waist, covering up his bottom half.

"Don't leave without kissing me goodbye." he said in his cheesiest romance voice.

He pushed me up against the counter and wrapped his arms around me, while our lips crashed together. My hand cupped the side of his face and his moved to my upper side.

Fuck, I'm going to be late.

"Harry ,I gotta go" I whispered and laughed. He let go, but still eyeing me up and down. He bit his lip and his eyes continued to search my body.

"I can't wait for you to come home so I can bend you over this countertop tonight" he whispered in my ear, stepping closer.

"Goodbye Harry" I said in my best 'trying to he annoyed' voice. He continued to bite his lip as he watched me leave the house.