The Writer (AU)

Chapter Ten~

Harry's POV:

"Harry.."

"Harry, baby." Someone was giggling.

"Right there." My eyes opened and I rolled my head toward Ellie, covered in sweat and gripping the sheets. Hearing her start to moan, I tried to wake her up. Shaking her shoulders, I tried to ignore the fact that she was kind of turning me on.

"Ellie!" I yelled and her eyes flew open.

"You were snoring," I laughed and saw her visibly calm. "Go back to sleep." I couldn't tell her I knew that she was having a wet dream about me. Okay, to be honest, that was really hot. I wanted her in the bluntest way. I wanted her lips, her hands, her arms. I wanted her the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted her the way the rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted her to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for her. She was beautiful and deliciously divine and I couldn't get enough.

Watching her fall back asleep and simply curl up, I ignored the headache I had and doted on her. Almost like a cheetah stalking its prey.I watched her nostrils flare every time she took a breath and the way she hugged the pillow was adorable. Quietly laying there, I stared at the ceiling before feeling her roll over and latch onto my side, hitching her leg around my waist. Fighting a smile, I lost and laid there beaming like an idiot as sun filtered in through the curtains. Reaching over to her nightstand, I grabbed my cell phone and the time gleamed 10:22.

"Harry?" Ellie groaned.

"Good morning, sunshine," I teased.

"Can you just drop me in a vat of boiling coffee?" she groaned, burying her head against my side.

"No, love. I can't," I chuckled, looking down at her.

"Since when are my sheets bl-" her head shot up and her eyes were bloodshot.

"Um, I'm sorry about anything last night and cuddling with you. Um, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable if I did," she stammered, sitting up.

"You're fine," I smiled widely and sat up against the headboard. "It was actually quite funny. You snore really loud."

"No I don't! I've never been told I snore!" She squealed.

"Yes, you do!"

"Harry,you're a bad liar, babe." I nervously laughed as she rubbed her eyes and tried not to make eye contact with her.

"You, um," I sighed. "You were having a wet dream." I swear her face paled and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Um, I'm sorry for whatever you heard," she stammered, her cheeks and the tips of her ears turning cherry red.

"Apparently I was doing a good job," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. "It's okay, sweetheart. I promise."

"I wasn't like, doing anything, was I?"

"No, Ellie. You weren't masturbating." Rolling my eyes with a laugh, I grabbed her hands from her face.

"Ellie," I murmured. "Look at me." Her eyes went from her comforter to mine and I slightly smiled.

"It's okay, I promise."

"It's so weird though!" she groaned.

"It's really not. It happens all the time." Her expression changed and she put on a small smile.

"Oh."

"No, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean it like, happens all the time with me. I mean people have those kinds of dreams all the time."

"I'm still sorry. That doesn't happen all the time."

"No harm, no foul." We both began to laugh and she took a deep breath, wincing slightly.

"My head is killing me," she sighed.

"C'mon, my darling. Let's get you some breakfast," I smiled, kissing her forehead and standing up. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears were still red as she stood and walked toward me, opening the door. Hearing laughing as we got downstairs, I saw her father standing in the kitchen with a woman standing near the coffee pot.