Instinct

Chapter Twenty-Five

Harry’s POV.

Last night feels like something I thought up in a dream. But as I lay here next to Ali and she continues to sleep, I watch her in awe. Last night was somehow real, an absolute miracle. I smile to myself as I watch her chest rise up and down slowly next to me. She look so peaceful when she sleeps. It’s times like these that I feel even worse for what I did to her. It was all some dumb game I pulled myself into to feel better about myself. When in reality, all that I need to feel better about myself was her. She was all I needed in this crazy world.

“Why are you staring at me?” She mumbles, her eyes still shut. I bite my lip as I feel my cheeks deepen in color.

“I thought you were still asleep.” I tell her softly and push her hair out of her face slowly. She smiles at my small action before her beautiful eyes slowly flutter open to meet my own, wide awake ones.

“That still doesn’t explain why you were staring at me.” She giggles and pecks my lips as she sits up.

I pucker my lips against hers and hum quietly in thought: “I was staring because last night feels like something I made up in my head.” I watch as her right eyebrow quirks up ever so slightly while she adjusts my shirt on her. God, she was sexy in every way.

“Well, lucky for you, it wasn’t.” She smiles at me, pulling her hair over her right shoulder slowly as her cheeks flair up a slight pink. I watch her every move, feeling as though if I look away, I’ll miss another perfect thing she does. Shit, I’m in so deep.

“Maybe we could go get breakfast?” I offer to her softly, taking her hand in mine and running my thumb over her knuckles. “It would be on me.” I add and hum softly, a smile making it’s way to my lips. Ali looks as if she’s truly thinking about it and I chuckle. I thought the decision would be simple.

“We should. But after we mess up the bed a little bit. It was the only thing we didn’t touch all of last night.” She explains and starts to tug on my hand gently, telling me we’re going to get up and I nod.

“And how exactly are we going to mess the bed up?” I ask her, not even thinking about the mess we still have from our fort. I slowly slide myself out from the dinky thing and stand to my full height, groaning softly after being cooped up. Ali laughs at me and I roll my eyes, her size being smaller than mine.

“Well, we can’t sleep in it..” She trails off as if she’s not sure how she wants to go about this either. As she thinks I wrap my arms around her from behind, smiling at the feeling of her warmth pressed into me as I haul her back against me. Ali giggles softly and leans back against me, humming softly. I listen to her soft hums as she contemplates her decision.

“What about a pillow fight?” She suggests and my eyebrows immediately rise, confused.

“Are you kidding?” I ask.

“No, do I look like I’m kidding? Quit being a wuss.” Ali smirks at me as she pulls from my grasp and jumps onto the bed.

“I’m not being a wuss. I just, don’t want to hurt you.” I decide and chuckle as she pulls the covers back and grabs her pillow, jumping up and down on the bed.

“You are not seriously worried about my safety during a harmless pillow fight?” She quirks her eyebrow up at me and I finally give in. What the hell.

“Not anymore I’m not.” I smirk as I tackle her onto the mattress, hearing her squeal underneath the weight of my body. I laugh as I duck my head, burying my face in her neck and blowing raspberries along her skin.

“Harry! This is not a pillow fight!” She laughs hysterically, trying to push me off of her but I won’t budge. Honestly, I liked this better. With her underneath me as I make her laugh just by being here and being myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to act this way with anyone.