The Herra Project II- Secret Weapon [H.S AU]

Flight Back Home

Sierra's POV:

I stretched and opened my eyes when I heard my alarm going off.

"Shut it off," Snow groaned from above me.

I got up and slammed the round button on the top, silencing the screech. I staggered into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. How did I wake up in clothes after last night? Where's Harry? Did he tell my dad?

Questions swirled in my head as I spat out toothpaste and rinsed my mouth. I showered and changed into some more elegant clothes than my usual hooded sweater and skinny jeans look.

I got my toiletries together and just my more favourable clothes. I decided to leave everything else behind seeing as I had it all at home anyway.

I took my items and fitted it all into one roller bag, which I put at the door. I walked into Nick and Harry's room to find Harry leaning his elbows on the windowpane and peering out at the light blue sky of the early morning. He stood only in shorts and bent his knees back and forth as his hand slipped through his messy curls.

His upper body was getting more and more muscular each time I saw him, it must be the talent that's doing that.

"I actually go to gym three hours a day, thank you," he muttered with a dry cackle as he ran a hand through his hair again. I smirked and leaned against the wall across from him, watching him stare out the window again.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him in a whisper.

"Going back home, the wolf, your dad- Mainly you." He smiled as he glanced toward me. I wrapped my arms around his waist softly and leant into his warm chest.

"Did you speak to my dad?" I muttered against his skin.

"No, last night I just got you dressed and-" he stopped himself with a smirk.

"So it was you," I exclaimed in a gasp.

"I'm your boyfriend. I'm the only one who is allowed to." He flashed a cheeky grin as he glanced out the window again.

"It's my body," I muttered playfully.

"A bloody fine one, too," he chuckled as his arms slid down my back.

"Harry," I complained, trying to pull away with a blush.

"I'm joking," he laughed, tugging me back into his arms. "You know what I mean."

"I never do," I chuckled. He kissed the top of my head tiredly.

"Have you packed your things?" I asked him.

"Yip, have you?"

"Kind of," I shrugged.

Harry clicked his fingers, "I almost forgot something."

"What?"

He answered by leading me into the lounge. He grabbed something off the counter and dived onto the couch with it. I slipped onto his lap and saw an expensive black Nikon camera in his eager hands.

"Whose is that?" I frowned.

"Some academic prick I cussed at last night's," he shrugged.

"You what?"

"The bastard took a picture of you only in my shirt."

I tried to see whatever Harry was staring at on the camera.

"Your boobs look nice at that angle." He glanced over the camera and chuckled at my annoyed expression.

"That's not nice, Harry," I muttered.