goodnight kisses » h.s.

three

harry woke up the next day due to loud groaning coming from the girl beside him, also known as the girl with the major hangover. watching the back of her head, he shifted beside her, realizing how this might look to the girl with no memory of what happened last night.

he was shirtless, but still had his black skinny jeans hugging his legs tightly. harry had also noticed that halley was shirtless, of course a bra covered her womanly parts but harry couldn’t tell how wrong this looked (but he wouldn’t be able to say that he doesn’t enjoy seeing her bare back).

before he knew it, halley had turned over, her gaze meeting his own. her eyes flickered down to his bare chest before meeting his eyes, not aware that she had no shirt on. and harry kept his eyes on hers, not once flickering his gaze down to her breasts.

“um, what happened last night?” the girl croaked, her eyes wondering around the room that she knew wasn’t hers. she then looked down, noticing she doesn’t have a shirt on. flushing red, she grasped the duvet and pulled it up to her chest, sitting up so she could scour the room for her shirt.

“it’s not what it looks like,” harry announced sitting up as well, reaching down to retrieve his white v-neck before handing it to the embarrassed girl. she gladly accepted, slipping the shirt on before meeting his gaze, her head pounding. “you drank too much so i took you up to niall’s guest room to put you to bed. i stayed in here with you – um, just so i can make sure no snogging couples stumbled in here and just did it with an unconscious girl here.”

halley giggled lightly at his reasoning to stay with her, but she could’ve sworn that something happened between her and harry. she shrugged to herself, thinking nothing of it because harry wouldn’t lie to her. she then gave him a tight hug, mumbling a soft, “thanks for not leaving me to, you know, protect me from any sexual activities that would’ve happened near me.”

harry chuckled into her shoulder, tightening his grip as the desire to kiss her burned within him once more. but he couldn’t kiss her, first because she was conscious and if she doesn’t fancy him, their friendship could be ruined or she could think that he was a bad kisser but also because she just ended things with hunter, even though they were never official.

“do you think niall made breakfast?” she asked, pulling back from the hug, leaving harry cold. harry simply scoffed at her question before standing up, his eyes never once leaving the girl sitting on the bed, his shirt loose on her small frame.

“you look good in my shirt,” he sputtered before he could process what he was saying. halley blushed deeply before fiddling with the hem of the white shirt.

“i like wearing your shirt, so i just might steal it,” she teased, her eyes drifting down to his still bare torso. and before she could process, something sputtered from her lips too, “i wouldn’t mind you walking around shirtless.”

harry blushed deeply, at that. now he really did want to kiss her, but that will have to wait till night, when she’s unconscious again and he had all the courage in the world.

 

they’re so cute, i can’t even.