Kiwi | Harry Styles

Five*

Jessi

I woke up on the sofa, my legs tangled up with Harry's and his arms wrapped tightly around me. I don't remember seeing the end of the film. I shuffled over a little to pull my phone from my pocket and find out the time. I froze as Harry mumbled incoherently but when I glanced over at him he was still sleeping. His hair was a little messy, a chunk had fallen across his exquisite face so I carefully brushed it back into place. His mouth was closed in a somewhat serious expression and a light stubble covered his chin, my fingers itched to feel it brush against them. 

 The bright light stung my eyes as when I finally checked the time, 1am. Shit! I really should go. I didn't want to wake him so I lifted his arm as gently as I could and carefully slid off the sofa to put on my shoes. I spotted my jacket and bag beside the table as I stood up to put my phone back in my pocket and my heart jumped into my throat as I felt something grab onto my leg.

"Don't go!" Harry mumbled.

"Harry! You just about scared me to death!" I scolded.

"Sorry?" He chuckled softly, stretching his body as he slowly sat upright. "Please don't go." He with a yawn.

"I have work in the morning." I said as an excuse. I didn't really do staying over. I'd only stayed at Lori's a handful of times and she was my best friend.

"Me and Jo will take you back to your apartment in the morning?" He bargained as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap.

"Uhm. I don't know. I have to be at work for 9." I argued, weakly. There was definitely a big part of me that wanted to stay. Plus, it would be cold outside and I'd have to find a taxi.

"I promise I'll have you home in plenty of time for work. Please?" His dimpled smile crumbled what little resolve I had left. It was far too intoxicating to resist.

"Ok. I give up!" I held my hands up in surrender. 

Why was it so hard to say no to him?  More importantly, why didn't I want to say no to him? Why did the thought of upsetting him bother me? This was all just a bit of fun and soon it would be over, that was what we both wanted, right?

Harry grinned and held me tight as he stood up, my legs automatically wrapping themselves around him. My heart raced as I enjoyed how close he held me to his body, his hair tickled my nose as I buried my face in his shoulder. "Let's get you to bed." His words had me wishing he'd forget taking things slowly, as he carried me to his bedroom.

He sat me down on the bed and rubbed at his eyes, like a sleepy toddler and a sheepish look appeared on his face, making me wonder what he was thinking.

"Uhm... Do you want something to wear to bed?" His eyes darted around the room as if he was searching for something in particular.

"Oh yeah. That would be nice. Thank you!" I was grateful for his offer as I realised sleeping in my jeans wouldn't be very comfortable. I pulled off my trainers and dropped them on the floor.

"See the thing is... I don't really do pyjamas. So what do you want?" Harry smirked, but he still had a nervous look on his face.

"Well, if you don't need it, then this will do nicely." I shuffled along the bed and tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt. Before I could say anything else, he'd pulled it off and playfully threw it at me. I couldn't help but enjoy the sight of his muscular body and as for those fern tattoos. Ugh! I bit my lip as I forced myself to look away. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my top. I smiled to myself as I caught his reflection watching me in the mirror while I pulled on his t-shirt; it smelled like him and I couldn't help breathing it in. His eyes were still fixed on me as I continued to get undressed and I admit I was enjoying having his full attention as I made myself comfortable in his bed.