Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 39

When I awaken I immediately smell bacon and eggs, the smell making my stomach growl. Harry's pressed against me, breathing deeply as he sleeps. There's almost no space in this bed, so we are squashed against each other. It's not like we wouldn't be anyway. I yawn and gently play with his hair, admiring how beautiful he looks while sleeping.

I then realize that other people are awake, and quickly turn over and see what time it is, hoping Harry and I hadn't overslept. My phone reads 8:09am, so we are in the clear. We probably should be heading downstairs soon, though.

"Harry," I whisper, playing with his hair some more. He hums in his sleep in response, causing me to smile. I say his name again a bit louder, causing him to open his eyes.

"Mmm," he groans, sticking his face in my neck.

"Morning handsome," I say, hearing him sigh.

"Jet lag has me all thrown off," he groans, but rolls off of me to check the time on his phone. He then rolls back over, his large body engulfing me.

"Me too, but we have to get up. Your mom and Gemma are awake," I tell him, having heard them talk.

"Yeah, you're right. How'd you sleep?" He asks, turning towards me. He grabs ahold of my hip, letting his fingers lightly run over the softness of my t-shirt. I shiver at his gentle touch, craving more of him, but knowing I can't.

"Really well. I can sleep anywhere as long as I'm with you," I state, making him smile. He leans in and kisses my lips, taking me by surprise. We haven't kissed in almost two whole days, and it feels amazing. It's so refreshing, feeling his soft lips against mine.

"I love you," he mumbles against my lips, making my heart beat a little faster. I love this man so much.

I peck his lips one more time, then pull away. "I love you, too," I say, before adding on, "even when your breath smells."

I giggle as Harry scrunches up his face, before attacking my face with kisses. He sloppily kisses all over my face and neck while I giggle uncontrollably, begging for him to stop. He finally stops his actions, laughing alongside me.

I snake my fingers into his curly hair as he hovers over me, smiling softly at how pretty he is.

"I take it you're feeling better?" I ask, holding on to his cheek with my other hand. He sighs, nodding.

"Much. Thank you my love," he smiles, leaning down to place some kisses on my neck. I gently shut my eyes, his lips warm and comfortable.

"Why are you thanking me?" I ask, confused as to why he said that. What could he be thanking me for? I haven't done much.

"For being so kind to me. You take care of me so well," he smiles, pecking my cheek.

I smile, flattered by his compliment. "Of course, H. I wanted to take care of you. I felt so bad that you were feeling so terrible," I state, watching him as he watches me.

He smiles at me, before stretching and sitting up.

We put on some presentable clothes, and then head downstairs. Anne and Gemma are sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee, and greet us when we walk in.

"Just in time for breakfast! How'd you two sleep?" Anne greets, giving us both a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Wonderful, thank you Anne," I smile, pulling back from her hug. She smiles, then turns her attention to Harry.

"Very well, just a bit tired. I'm feeling much better, though," Harry states, before coughing briefly.

"I'm glad!" Anne says, walking over to the stove.