The Money Date (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine

A warm hand was gently stroking my hair, that’s what awoke me. When I adjusted myself a little, I felt an arm around my waist. I felt a pair of lips kiss the back of my head. I let out a little 'hmm' sound. "Good morning." His husky morning voice whispered in my ear and I smile. Everything that happened last night came rushing back to me. The night club, the guy, and Harry.

Harry. He saved me, he said he was sorry and he said he loved me. Harry. Harry Styles, the boy I grew up with and is in the most famous boy band in the world, loves me.

I turned over in my bed so I was facing him. I looked up to him, his beautiful eyes staring down at me. His mouth was spread into a smile, and he tightened his grip around my waist. I placed my hands around his neck, one hand getting lost in his curls.

 Harry lent down and planted a kiss on my nose, I giggle. "Good morning."  I said. Harry's lips never left my face. He was kissing my nose, my cheeks, my jawbone, and my chin. Until he found my lips.

The kiss is soft and gentle, his lips are warm against mine. I smiled under our kiss, and so does he.

"Ew. Morning breath." He laughed. I slap him gently on the arm.

He propped his body up so he was now on top of me, one of his hands are wrapped around my waist, and the other in my hair. He pressed his lips to mine again. I've waited for so  long to kiss him, I'm not going to ruin it now. The strength of his lips forced mine to come apart and fall into sync with his.

Harry put more force into the kiss, deepening it. We pulled apart so we could breath, Harry started to kiss my neck and my collar bone. A moaned escaped my lips. His hand travels from my waist and down my thigh.

My eyes winded. I'm not ready to do that. He must know I can't do that, at least not yet.

"Harry," I said, the words come out in only just a whisper. He didn't hear me, the only noise that came out of his lips was a 'hmm' sound as his lips were pressed against my neck.

"Harry." I said a bit louder, putting my hands against his chest to push him back. He pulled back to look at me, there was an eager look burning in his eyes. "I- I can't do.... um, you know....  that." I said, turning away from him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

I know Harry. He is mostly about the physical stuff in a relationship. I didn't really think about that before telling him how I feel. He will probably not want to be with me if I'm not whiling to do that.

"Sorry." I said, still looking away from him.

To my surprises, he laughs. I felt his lips press lightly on my red cheeks, then he climbs off of me. "Don't apologize." I look up at him to see a smile on his face. "We'll go at our own pace. I wont pressure you into anything." I smile at him. Harry places his hand on my cheek and gives me another kiss before getting out of the bed and putting on his clothes he wore last night.

I get out of the bed and grabbed a new set of clothes, and get changed in the bathroom. I brush my hair a couple of times then apply a bit of make-up. When I went back into my room, Harry wasn't there. I walked out of my room and started to make my way down stairs.

I walked into the kitchen to find Harry leaning over the over. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my forehead on his back. 

"Hungry?" He asks me. I could smell bacon and eggs as soon as he talked. I nodded my head, but neither of us moved. He turns around and wraps me in his arms, my arms are still around his waist. While smiling he kisses me. We've been doing that a lot this morning, and I love it.

"Hey Avril, where is my bacon?!" I herd Niall yelled from down the hall. "What in the-" I pulled away from Harry, my cheeks burning, to see Niall's shocked face in the kitchen doorway. He kept looking from me to Harry, his mouth wide open.