My First Fanfic

7.

A/N: Reminder, the last update was the last one where things were happening in perfect order. From here on out, the chapters are time-jumpy and even less edited then the chapters earlier, so the story will be getting more cnofsing from here on out. 

I called this chapter, "Chapter IDK yet :)" i am so creative. Also this part is super short 

Chapter IDK yet :)

I woke up and it was still dark outside. Harry was curled up on the bean bag, his eyes fluttering with dreams. Carefully and quietly, I stood up. The other boys had left a while earlier, leaving Harry and I alone again. I tiptoed to his bedroom, hoping to get a bit better sleep. That couch was NOT comfy. Not one bit.

As I climbed onto his bed, I sincerely hoped it was clean. Please don't be dirty underwear or something. Please.

The covers were soft and silky. I couldn't feel anything gross, and it actually felt quite heavenly compared to the stiff couch. It smelled like Harry's cologne. Even though he would get on my nerves, his smell was comforting. And it was really good. I sighed contently, curling on my side with the blankets around me, falling asleep instantly.

~Harry's POV~

I sat up, thinking I had heard something. "Mazey?" I whispered. She wasn't on the couch. Oh, no. Had Ben gotten her?

I checked my phone. It was four in the morning. Looking around, I noticed the door to my bedroom was open slightly. I found myself smiling. Had she really crawled into my bed? I stretched my limbs for a moment before standing. I opened the door, peeking in quietly. A strip of moonlight lit up her sleeping face. She looked so calm and peaceful with her pale face smoothed out with the weight of sleep. Her long, flowing brown hair was fanned across the pillows. She kind of looked like an angel.

I found myself moving to the side of the bed, lifting up the covers and sliding in next to her. I didn't mean it to be sexual. I just felt like I needed to be near Mazey, she was like a magnet.

Her back was to me, so I played with a couple locks of her hair. Mazey's breathing remained steady as I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her against me. She stirred, moaning and turning her head to gaze at me.

"Morning," I greeted in a whisper. She opened her mouth to say something, but I shushed her. "Go back to sleep. It's okay."

Mazey sighed, turning her head back. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek and felt her shudder. Her hair brushed across my nose, filling my senses with lavender and coconut.

"I had a dream that they took me away," she mumbled quietly.

My arms tightened around her on their own accord. "It's not going to happen."

"You let them take me."

I grimaced. "That is most definitely not going to happen. I swear," I replied, kissing her neck.

"Harry..." she looked at me again. "Please let me sleep."

I watched her green and brown eyes with my emerald ones. Her's were groggy. She had the prettiest hazel eyes, I swear I could fall into them. She blinked at me. "Sleep then. I won't do anything."

She rolled her eyes, but went back to her previous position. After a couple of minutes I felt her relaxing against me. Her fingers even curled into mine. Slowly, her body went limp as she fell back asleep. I kissed her cheek once more before settling in for sleep as well.

~Mazey's POV~

I woke up toasty warm. I rolled over to ask Harry to move over and froze. Harry was only in sweatpants. No shirt. "H-Harry?" I said.

He groaned, wrapping his arms around me and rolled over. I was squashed against his naked chest. "Harry!"

"Just a bit longer, Maze," he mumbled into my hair.

"Where'd your shirt go?" I asked.

He looked down at himself before shutting his eyes again. "Sorry. It's a habit."

I poked one of his bird tattoos. "Those are very cool. But I'd appreciate it if you'd put a shirt on."

Harry smiled, lifting me off of him. I found his phone on the bedside table, checking the time. Seven o clock. I groaned, rolling into the blankets again. He chuckled. "You aren't much of a morning person, are you?"

"Nope."

Harry plucked his white tee from the floor, pulling it over his head.