Vice-Verse (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Five

A severe ray of bright sun light illuminated my eyelids, turning them from a dark black to a fleshy pink. Blinking, I awake, greeting the cloud like comforter around me. I inhale deeply searching for the lavender scent of my blankets from oil I dab on every once and a while.

Instead of the familiar scent a harsh stale one fills my nostrils, alerting my brain ever further. Abruptly, my eyes shoot open. Looking at the maroon walls I quickly realize that I was not in my own room. My muscles spaz out, flinging them selves out from under the white covers, sending my precious blissful cloud up into the air.

After I had sat straight up in my bed and swept my glowing waves away from my face I take in the small room around me. The warm features not unfamiliar, but still strange. Gradually my morning sleepy head puts together the pieces, and I realize that I had fallen asleep in Harrys suite.

This knowledge calmed my nerves, and I allowed my self to further examine the area in which I had slept in, quickly noticing the boy laying beside me clothed in a square of black boxers hanging around his waist. The boys eyelashes fluttered against his arm that was supporting him as he too became groggily awake. His greens eyes, lightened from the sleep, stared blankly at nothing in order to gather his head and then lifted up to meet my own which had been studying him.

“Morning.” I mumbled, lightly smiling in my now calm state.

He replied with the opening of his lips, still being pursed with the pressure from his arm.

I quietly laughed at his fatigue, and the adorable way his mass of hair was strewn across his face. With this, I layed back down next to him. Facing inward for our eyes to meet, seeming as though Harry was too tired to speak this was a perfect silent way to communicate. My eyes looked into his, reading his emotion flawlessly. I was so amused by these orbs before me, and I knew that it played on my face. The deepness of them, the way they seem to tell a story the way that the golden flecks stir around as if in a witches cauldron. I knew that this was just the constant change in lighting as the sun woke as well, but it captivated me.

My hand unnaturally reached out, laying my palm ever so lightly against his cheek and the pad of my thumb against the skin under his eyes slowly rubbing back and forth against the soft skin. This motion told my head that is was true, that these eyes belonged to someone. To a human being.

“Gold.” Harry said firmly, obviously now fully alert.

Taking note to my quizzical expression and halting to my actions he further explained.

“Your eyes. I first thought that they were brown, a nice medium brown. But now I see in the mid morning light that they are a shade of gold to make the Spanish crusaders go nuts.They should have been serching for your eyes.”

A single severed laugh is let out in more of a breath than anything due to my shock by his comment. I thought that I was the only of us two who were enjoying the others eyes. But he has been studying mine just as intently.

Suddenly, I become supper self conscious. This beautiful attractive boy is looking at me, taking in detail. I am horrified at what he may find, instantly thinking of every flaw to my skin. I sit up to put space between us, not feeling comfortable with the previous proximity.

The silence became thick and noticeable. Neither of us saying a word. Not knowing what to say. I could not stand it any longer, the childish spirit in me felt the need to move, to speak. I look down at Harry and notice his eyes drearily looking up at me with his head propped up by his hand on his elbow. A silly smile formed on my lips as I swiftly reach out and snatch up the down comforter up off Harrys skin.

With this thick blanket in hand I run across the room , leaving Harry laying surprised in his boxers. Giggling wildly at my self I begin to twirl around in the white sheet, tangling my self entirely in it.