ripped jeans | hes

seventy eight

I loooove that sweater on Harry (the gif). I just want to wear it w no pants and walk around my house in it on a winter morning -gigi

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I stretched out, my eyes blinking as they adjusted to the morning light. It felt strange, waking up in a foreign country, in a bed I've never been in, in a house with a family that I had just met. 

It wouldn't have felt as strange if Harry had been there when I woke up, something familiar in a sea of unfamiliarities. 

After a few minutes of scrolling though my phone, I slipped into some underwear, covered by Alec's navy UVA sweatpants and a black tank top. I tied my tangled hair into a high ponytail, too lazy to brush out the bumps.

I creaked open the door, peering down the quiet hallway before making my way downstairs. Immediately at the base of the steps was the front door, which was propped wide open.

I furrowed my eyebrows, rushing to the front door to see Harry shoving his guitar, which was protected by a black leather case, into the back of an Escalade. There were two, gigantic, shiny black, intimidating Escalades outside. 

I watched him for a moment, admiring his incredibly wooly, brown coat with thick black buttons. I just wanted to run my hands through the fur, it looked so soft. 

Underneath his coat was a gray sweatshirt, the hood peeking out from under the coat. It was so cold, that he needed a fur coat and a sweatshirt. I breathed, letting the cold air spiral from my lips. 

But the thing that made me chuckle was that he was wearing sunglasses. They were pushed back into his hair, keeping his wild curls from the sharp frame of his face. In the dead of winter my boyfriend was wearing sunglasses.

His skinny jeans were it's usual shade of black, except there was surprisingly no hole in them today. It was weird, the ripped jeans were a part of him, it was like a part of him was missing in an odd way. 

As he shut the trunk and moved to hop inside of the first SUV, it was almost as if he saw me watching him, because he promptly spun around and looked at me. 

"Addison!" He shouted for me. "Get inside, darling! It's freezing!"

I hadn't even realized how cold it was until he said it. I glanced down at my arms,  my goosebumps raising and my fingers becoming numb.

"But I want to say goodbye!" I shouted back, teasing him by slowly swiping my tongue across my top lip.

Harry turned around and said something to the driver before jogging over to me, cupping my face in his freezing hands. I stumbled a few steps back from the impact of his collision, causing him to follow me a few steps back into the house. I

"Your hands are cold." 

"It's cold outside, sweetheart." His icy breath spanning across my lips made me shudder. "And you're barely wearing anything."

"I'm barely wearing anything underneath." I whispered and he grinned, rubbing his thumbs along my cheekbone. 

"I have totally corrupted you, haven't I?" He said with a sure smirk.

"Just a bit." I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the wool on his coat. "What's with the two Escalades, Mr. Big Shot?"

"It's just a safety measure. And it looks kinda cool, doesn't it?" He chuckled. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. I had to go and I didn't want to wake you." 

"What're you doing today?" I took a step back so I could see his entire face. I reached over and took his sunglasses off his head and put them on my face.