One (h.s.)

twenty six

the one where everything just goes down

-beginning of july 2014-

what will you be when it all comes crashing, down on you little girl?

Morning came rather quickly, and Charlotte woke up with her head buried in Harry's chest. Her watch told her it was a little past seven and she really did not want to wake up and face the day. So she snuggled closer to Harry, kissed his left pectoral and closed her eyes again.

But sleep just wouldn't take over her and she pushed herself away from Harry a tiny bit so she was able to admire his sleeping form.

His long dark brown eyelashes that were blonde on the ends barely touched his skin, and she deeply missed the intensity of his green eyes staring at her. His cheeks were slightly blushed, maybe from the warmth of her body or maybe from the warmth of the room, but he still looked like an adorable little kid.

"I can feel you staring at me," he said suddenly, lips stretching into a smile.

She pressed her lips against his, while he hummed in satisfaction, the noise tingling her lips making her bury her head against his chest again.

Harry pulled her in closer, while she whined about not being able to breathe because he was too close, but he only laughed and released his hold a bit.

"Good morning, mister I-want-to-hug-the-person-I-love-to-death," she mumbled.

"That's a very long surname. But good morning to you too, muffin," he laughed.

Charlotte wrinkled her nose and pulled away from his chest again to look at him. "Muffin?"

"Yep."

"Are you calling me round and fat?" she asked, pouting her lips a little in mock annoyance.

"No, no, no. I just really like muffins. And I really like you."

"So you are comparing me to a muffin," she pointed out.

"Charlotte-"

"I'm joking. I can be your muffin," she said, placing her lips on his neck, "Although I would really love a nickname change. It feels weird if you call me some type of food."

"Okay," he nodded, "I'll think of a better one for you."

"Mhm," she hummed.

-

After a brief while of nothing but kisses being exchanged and just feeling each other breathe in silence, someone knocked on the door.

"Charlotte, wake up, we have to get breakfast."

She immediately pulled away and stared at Harry with wide eyes when she recognised the voice. He stared at her with the same wide eyes as they mentally thought about how they would get out of this situation.

"Hide," she whispered nervously before telling Sebastian that 'she was almost ready.'

"Where do you want me to go?" he asked in the same hushed tone.

She looked around, trying to find an ideal place, when she just realised why bother with a specific weird hiding place. "Just get in the wardrobe," she huffed out, stepping out of the bed to go to the bathroom and retrieve her robe.

Harry tip toed towards the wardrobe and sat himself inside it, wishing it didn't creak too much with his weight. Charlotte closed the door when she passed it to open the door for her husband.

Sebastian was already dressed in his suit, today a navy blue with a sky blue tie that looked magnificent. But, when did he not?

"You just woken up?" he asked, stepping into the room when she opened the door a bit wider.