The Maid For Styles

Chapter 34

Chloe's POV

I woke up feeling happier than I ever had before. I swear that I had fallen asleep with a smile on my face, after what happened the night earlier. When Harry and I got home, the boys were already in bed. We hadn't realised how late it was, but the boys hadn't bothered to call or text, which lead me to believe that they were positive we were together, and if that's what they thought, then they were correct. Harry and I went our separate ways last night after a simple kiss on the cheek and a long hug. The hug we had felt like it had more feeling behind it. The night earlier had definitely made us feel stronger towards each other, and definitely closer.

I walked downstairs in an oversized t-shirt and sweats. I had a makeup free face and my hair was thrown up into a messy bun. I was so comfortable with the boys, that I didn't feel like I had anyone to impress- apart from Harry of course, but I still felt comfortable enough to walk around in a natural state. I pulled a pan out from the cupboard and got started on breakfast. I decided to make pancakes, seeing as I found them simple, but they tasted great. I got out a mixing bowl and mixed the ingredients together, before spooning the mixture into the hot pan.

The lyrics of Harry's song filled my head and I started to sing them out loud. I already knew them off by heart, believe it or not. It was such a beautifully captivating song, that I guess the words just stuck in my mind, replaying over and over again. I think I was singing it to myself last night, before I went to sleep. I probably was, knowing how obsessed I had become with that song. I loved how he wrote it specifically for us, and that no one else was going to hear it. It was something special that would stay between us, and I liked that we had our own little secret.

"All the crossed wires, just making us tired. Is it too late to bring us back to life?"

I jumped when I felt two long and muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind. I looked down and immediately recognised the familiar tattoos. I felt lips brush my ear and warm, minty breath hitting my skin.

"I'm glad you like the song," said Harry's husky voice.

I smiled and turned around in his grasp, our bodies pressed against one another. I smiled up at him, sweetly, before trailing my eyes down his body. My eyes widened when I realised he had no shirt on, and I bit my lip before looking back up to his eyes.

"Why don't you have a shirt on?"

"I was getting one from the laundry when I heard you singing. Why? Is it too distracting for you?" He asked, his eyes twinkling.

"No," I lied. It was definitely distracting. It was so hard to keep my eyes glued to his, when his shirtless torso was right there in front of me, begging to be checked out.

"Sure, love," he chuckled, bringing his face closer to mine. Our faces were literally only and inch away from one another's, and I could feel his breath fanning my lips.

I smiled even bigger when I studied his face. He looked happy, very happy. It wasn't the happy Harry people saw on posters or in photo shoots. It was the genuinely happy Harry. His smiled was practically reaching his eyes, the skin next to his eyes crinkling up slightly. His dimples were very visible, and if I do say so myself, they looked adorable. His eyes twinkled, as if the sun was reflecting on them, and I loved it. I loved seeing him that way. He was genuinely happy, and it was a lovely sight.

His bandana pushed his curls back slightly, a couple of stray pieces of hair still lying near his forehead. His acne was visible, but it showed that he wasn't perfect. It showed he had his own imperfections, but those imperfections of his were still beautiful. He had natural beauty. I knew his skinny jeans were probably hugging his thighs, but I couldn't see, due to the minimal gap between our bodies.