The Herra Project- Double Cross [H.S AU]

'You Look Okay, Too'

Sierra's POV:

"Wake up, Sier- Didn't I clearly state no funny business?" my mom's stern voice beckoned.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up as Harry's sedated arm slid down to my waist. He lay with an arm over me loosely, his face hanging off the pillow with an open mouth. I couldn't help but chuckle at him. Still asleep, he grabbed my waist and rested his head on my stomach as if I was a teddy bear.

"There wasn't any funny business, mom." I laughed, softly looking down at him. I ran my fingers through his crazy hair to try to tame it a bit.

"Well, alright then, breakfast will be ready in a minute," she mumbled walking out the room. She really does trust me. For good reasons, I never lie. I'm not brutally honest either.

I played with his hair, curling individual strands between my fingers. It was fun to play with, not too long, not too short, not too curly, not too loose. He took in a sharp breath lifting his arms to my hips.

"Morning," his rough voice whispered before I felt a soft, gentle kiss laid above my belly button.

"I like your hair," I giggled ruffling it up again. He chuckled closing his eyes tightly for a second before stretching out his legs.

"We should probably get ready," he sighed lifting himself to sit up on the bed.

"Is it that necessary?" I smirked pulling him back down by his bare shoulders to my eager lips. He dipped his head down holding himself above me.

"Are you guys ready to go? School starts in half an hour," My mom called as I jolted upright dropping Harry to the side by mistake. He groaned and got up sulkily.

"Later," I muttered kissing him quickly before sprinting into the shower.

"It'll go quicker if I just join you," I heard him call from behind the shut door, imagining his wide smirk.

"No," I laughed while washing my hair as quickly as I could. I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel.

"Hurry up or we'll-" Harry stopped banging against the door as I walked out.

"Never mind," he mumbled rushing into the shower himself.

"Are you always this worried about being late?" I chuckled changing into an outfit.

"No, well yeah I guess," he muttered just audible over the sound of rushing water. I found it cute how everything had to be right with him. He hates mess and disorganisation- I'm the exact opposite.

"Mind if I come in, I need to brush my teeth," I called through the door with my hand on the handle.

"Yeah, sure," he yelled back. I walked in purposely watching the floor all the way to the basin. I brushed, flossed and spat out my mouthwash. I turned around just as Harry wrapped the towel around himself.

"Do you have a shirt I can borrow? Like from your dad or something?" he asked wiping his wet face with a face cloth. I nodded a little too stunned to talk and slipped past him to grab a shirt from my dad's cupboard.

He was so muscular. You could hardly notice it under the clothes he wears. I guess he can't afford anything too fancy.

"Will he mind if I borrow it?" he grinned flinging it over his head. He flicked his wet hair to the side and stood up straight with his arms loosely held behind his back. He was so sexy I felt weak. Maybe it was the clothes, maybe I just never noticed before.

"Well, how does it look?" he smirked.

"Looks okay," I shrugged, smirking as well.

"I know what you mean by that. You look okay too," he winked as I laughed. He chuckled and shook his head through the air as water sprayed everywhere from his head.