𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! | harry styles

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THERE'S a sweet slice of time after I wake up, while Harry snoozes off the rest of his boozy, post-orgasmic haze, and I get to experience a different side of him. Sprawled across the bedspread on his belly, gloriously naked and vulnerable, I certainly enjoy studying his magnificent back side, but it's not his adorable ass or even his strong shoulders that compel me to watch him while he sleeps. What captures my interest is his right hand, looser now in sleep, but still decisively clamped onto my right breast, his thumb and forefinger circling my nipple. Only in sleep is Harry entirely self-indulgent; only when every conscious impulse is shut down can he take what he wants and put his own needs before everyone else's.

He stirs beside me, smacking his lips. It's no wonder we're both dehydrated, what with the wine and salty oysters and the... aerobic workout. Management has kindly provided water bottles on each nightstand, and I lean left for mine, causing his hand to slide off my breast. His eyes squint open as he makes sense of his surroundings, which seems to go pretty well, judging by the smile that spreads across his face.

"Mmm... that happened."

"Yep, it did," I answer, returning his smile and handing him the water.

He pushes off the bed, treating me to a delicious show of arm and shoulder muscles working in delicious harmony. Graceful and unselfconscious, he leans his back against the headboard. Eyeing me as brazenly as I am eyeing him, he takes a long drag on the water bottle. "Have I mentioned lately how beautiful you are?"

"Not since you woke up."

"Shame on me."

I scoot to his side, and he puts his arm around me and pulls me against his chest. I notice I have an excellent view of... everything. "You're not too hard on the eyes yourself, Umbrella Man."

His laughter rumbles against my ear. "I hope my underwear didn't disappoint you after all that anticipation."

"There was underwear?"

He chuckles again, takes another sip, and hands me the water. "Better drink up. We have a lot of wine in our near future. Good thing we didn't sleep through our dinner reservation. I'm starved."

"So, you're saying we have to get out of bed now?" I help his decision along by sliding my hand to his thigh.

"Um..."

A casual brush of the knuckle...

"Ahhh."

One firm stroke...

A strangled, "I'm sure they'll hold our reservation," before he slides down the headboard, taking me with him. "Or not."

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If Harry hadn't woken first, showered, and dressed before I opened my eyes this morning, I'm not sure I ever would have left our bed. He sets down his iPad when he hears me stir.

"Morning, sunshine."

"How long have you been up?"

He tips his wrist, smiling at his sexy black watch. "A while. Ready to hit the trails?"

"If we must."

"Napa Valley awaits."

"You do know I'm not a morning person, right?"

"I'm aware."

He watches with an amused grin as I kick off the covers. I can feel his eyes on my back the whole way to the bathroom. I turn and blow him a kiss before shutting the door. I hate to keep him waiting, especially since he probably needed breakfast hours ago. My speedy shower is more than rewarded by the look of surprise I get when I emerge just minutes later.