Across the Pond

Chapter 27

The next morning when my eyes finally start to flutter open, I hear the buzzing of my phone on the counter.  I yawn and try to stretch for it, bit I can't quite reach it as Harry is still holding me.  I let my arm drop back on the bed with a sigh.  I wait a minute, then try to look for a clock.  I try to gently move his arms, but instead of loosening, they tightened and a small smile cracked on his face.  I shimmy and scoot around until I am facing him and he still keeps his eyes shut. 

I rest my head on his shoulder and stick on of my legs between his, then close my eyes again.

Reality is far better than my dreams right now, but I'm still tired and I soon I fall asleep again.

When I wake up the second time, Harry is awake is watching me.  "You sleep with your mouth open" he smiles.

"Good morning to you too" I wipe the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand then tuck my hands under the blanket again.

"Good morning, babe" he leans down to kiss me, but I lower my head so he gets my hair.  "Hey!"

"Don't be corny."

"Okay, babe" he defies and I can't help but giggle.  I can't like, I do like the way those words come out of his mouth.... but then I think of all the other girls he must've said that too and I shake my head to rid the thought. 

"Did you have a nice sleep?" he asks in his irresistible sleepy voice. 

"Have a nice sleep?" I giggle. 

"What?  How else do you say it?" I scoot away from him and sit up, so I can see his whole face. 

"How did you sleep?" I correct him.

"Same bloody thing" he mumbles and rubs his eyes with his index finger and thumb.  

"Bloody" I snort under my breath.  He runs his long fingers through the mop of curls on his head and I realize his hair looks as wild as mine usually does int he morning if I don't tie it back.

"What now?" he looks up at me with sleepy eyes. 

"It's so fluffy" I giggle and ruffle his hair. 

"Oh yea, let's see what yours looks like" he pulls my arm back down to him and I protect my hair with my other hand and laugh.

After we wrestle with who's going to undo my hair, I finally tug the band out of my hair and wrap it around my wrist.  I brush through the mop with my fingers and gather it on one side.  "I'm hungry" I tell him.

"Yea, I don't feel like getting up yet."  I let out an exaggerated sigh and spread out like a star fish.  "Gosh, you tried doing that all night.  You even kicked me a few times."

I burst out laughing, "Yea, sorry about that.  I'm not used to other people being in the same bed as me."

"I can tell." he says and I poke my tongue out at him.  "That's why you should stay more often." I press my lips together awkwardly and look away.  He must sense my uncomfortability because he slides out of the bed and puts on a pair of loose gray sweats and heads downstairs to make breakfast. 

I take the chance to grab my phone and notice all the worried messages from Amanda.  Oh, I forgot to tell her I wasn't coming home last night.  I quickly reply letting her know that I'm safe and I'll be home later today.  I click my phone back off and curl into the blankets again for a few minutes. 

I could really get used to being here. 

After a few minutes, I decide to get up and go downstairs to join Harry.  When I enter the kitchen, I see him standing over a little griddle on the counter top with his back to me.  I creep slowing into the kitchen and wrap my arms around his waist.  He literally jumps five feet in the air and I burst out laughing again, "Ha!  Finally I scared you!" I do a little victory dance and he opens his mouth to say something, but I hold my hand up to stop him, "Let me have this moment."  I turn on my heels and set the table.