all the love // H.S au (university series)

therapy

HARRY'S POV

I woke up the next morning in peace. There was a dull drumming at the back of my head, a killer headache waiting to take over. I try to ignore it, which isn't hard, as I look over my shoulder to see the unruly mop of brown locks sprawled over my pillow. Isabelle's petite body was half covered by my white duvet, contrasting with the sexy black ensemble she insisted on wearing to bed last night. She knew it would turn me on, that little shit. I smirk at the memory of her proposal last night. 'My cards are all on the table. I'm all in whenever you are.' That is all I ever wanted to hear from her, since the moment I walked into that little coffee shop and met her. She was a confusing girl though, one minute telling me to slow down, the next, telling me that she's all in. I'm conflicted. I knew that we would have to discuss this, whatever we are to each other.

There's no other I'm even remotely interested in. Although I have had my fair share of flings before I met her, none of the boys or girls I've dated have ever compared to the way she makes me feel. It felt comfortable, no anxiety, no stress. Pure comfort and ease. That is hard to come by these days. I grew tired of waiting for her to wake from her deep slumber, so I scoot in closer to her warmth and wrap my arms around her frame. She doesn't wake, so I press quick kisses all over her head and face until she does. A small, groggy smile stretched across her face and her beautiful, big brown eyes open.

"Morning." I hum into her ear.

"Buenos días." She replies sleepily. I smile at her and place one more morning kiss to her lips. To my surprise, she kisses back, deeply. I invite this morning makeout as I gently lift her on top of me, giving her lips my full attention. She giggles into the kiss, something that sounds likes symphony. It was likely a reaction to the hard on that was growing against her thigh. We break the kiss and I give her a knowing smirk. 

"Buenos días to you too." She mumbles and looks down on us. This makes me chuckle as I attach my lips to her exposed chest. I gently rub my hands up and down her back, pushing her against me, to create some type of sensation. She begins to rock her hips against mine, and I lose it. A groan falls from my lips. "You have no idea the type of power you have over me." I murmured against her warm skin. 

"Oh yeah?" She questions as she pushes herself against me harder. I can feel myself growing more frustrated against her. She pulls my face up towards her and leaves a sloppy kiss against my lips. She moves down my jaw, leaving pecks here and there until she reaches my chest. She leaves a trail of soft kisses against my skin, finally reaching to the band of my boxers. Normally, I'd stop her there. But the scent of her rose perfume inhibits my brain to function like a proper man. She palms me through my boxers, feeling myself twitch against her touch. Heavy breaths escape my lips, muttering her name under my breath. 

Suddenly, I hear a loud buzzing. I jolt up from my sleep. I knew a red had crept its way to my cheeks, knowing I had just woken up from a wet dream with the girl in the bed next to me. I look beside me to see an already awake Isabelle, reaching to turn off the alarm on her phone. She looks back at me with a knowing smirk. I hide my face in the embarrassment of being caught. It doesn't help my case that my boxers are a literal tent right now. 

"Isabelle, Isabelle!" She mocks in a teasing tone and a giggle, drenched in her morning voice that is a bit raspy. It's sexy. I feel so embarrassed right now it isn't even funny. 

"Well, how about I leave you to take care of that," She states, motioning towards my obvious hard-on, "and I'll cook us up some breakfast." She says as she leans over to place a quick kiss to my hand that still covers my embarrassed face. I internally groan, especially to the sight of her prancing out of my bedroom in those damned sexy lace underwear.