The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| XXXIII

Chapter Thirty-Eight of 'The Boy In The Basement':

 My eyes fluttered open, and I sighed out tiredly. I lifted my head up off from Harry's chest, and realized I was laying on top of him, our legs tangled together, and his arm wrapped around my waist tightly. I rolled off from him, and whimpered.

My lower region was killing me at the moment. I slowly relaxed into the mattress, and rubbed my face with one hand. But it was worth it. I wouldn't change it for the world. He was so gentle and careful, I knew he was doing it for my sake. If it wasn't, I think I'd be paralyzed. Okay, maybe I'm over exaggerating, but oh well.

Harry's breathing picked back up, basically saying he's waking up. I mentally hit myself from waking him up. I rolled my head to the side of my pillow, looking at Harry. He turned over onto his stomach, his head facing me, and the white sheets wrapped around his waist. Mine were wrapped around me completely.

Harry's eyes fluttered open, and I was the first thing he say. Harry began smiling, and he closed his eyes. "Good morning, beautiful." he said in his deep, morning sexy voice. I smiled and bit my lip. "Morning." I whispered.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows, and looked around. His curls in his hair were thrown all over the place, and I'd say he's never looked cuter then right now. I smiled, and didn't bother moving, because it hurt like hell.

Harry turned to face me again, and he leaned down, pecking me on the lips. It was short, but it was still meaningful. But the kiss wasn't like the ones from last night. I began blushing at the memory of Harry and I. My face was probably redder then a tomato right now.

"I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to join, Ally?" he asked, with a yawn following right behind. "I'd love to." I've seen him naked, and vice versa, what's wrong with taking a shower together?

Harry nodded with a small smile and he swung his legs over the side of the bed, picking up his boxers and slipping them on. I on the other hand, slowly sat up, and bit my lip to keep me from crying out. Oh, my gosh. The pain is unbearable!

"You okay?" Harry asked, with concern covering his words. I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm just really sore." i shrugged. Harry began smirking and crossed his arms over his chest. "My mission is accomplished." he said as he continued smirking.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, balling up my fists and grabbing my shirt, and panties. "Alright, stop being cocky." I said. Harry chuckled and met me. His arms snaked around my waist, and he turned me around after I slipped my shirt on.

He became all serious, and his smirk faded away. His green eyes were darker, and sparkled because of one word only: lust.

"I really enjoyed last night. And, I hope you don't regret it because-" I brought my index finger up to his moving lips to shush him. "Harry," I said, keeping him from talking. Harry closed his mouth, and I brought my hand down. "It was magical. I couldn't ask for anything better." I said softly, smiling. Harry smiled.

"Good."

Harry turned on the water, and I sat on the counter, crossing my legs and watching him with a small smile. His back muscles began flexing as he used his arms to adjust the water temperature. I looked down at my folded hands, and smiled. I just still couldn't get over that last night actually happened.

Harry stood back up, flicking his wrist to dry it off. He walked back over to me and smiled. "It's ready whenever you're ready, babe." he smiled. I nodded, patting his chest and hoped down from the counter, then immediately regretting it.

"Are you okay?" asked Harry. He grabbed onto my waist, and I grabbed his arms. I nodded. "Yeah, it just takes awhile to get used to, Harry." I sighed happily, and he nodded smiling afterward, making his dimples shine brightly.