Beautiful Nobody {h.s}

Chapter Twenty-Five

“Luck has a way of evaporating when you lean on it.” ― Brandon Mull

The sun didn’t wake her nor did Anne hollering that she was going out for the day. What woke her was a soft kiss on her lips. And then another. And then another. Finally she smiled and kissed him back. It felt so right to wake up with him, to have him holding her so tightly, to kiss him good morning, to be able to see him before anything else.

Giselle was so close to giving up her dream.

“Good morning,” he whispered in that sexy as sin morning voice.

Giselle opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a groggy smile, his eyes shining with a certain kind of happiness that made her heart stop, his hair was a mess in the only way that his hair could possibly look like a mess, and the right side of his face was pressed against the pillow causing his eye to squint slightly. This was a sight that she could get used to. One she desperately wanted to get used to.

“G’morning,” she whispered back, reaching up and rubbing her eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he said, taking her hands in his so he could look her over. Giselle blushed and buried her face in the pillow. There was nothing beautiful about her as soon as she woke up. Her hair was always a tangled mess, there was always a smudge of eyeliner near her eyebrow, and she always looked paler than normal. “Don’t hide…please?”

Harry let go of her hands and carefully moved her face back to face his. Quickly he stole a kiss before moving slightly, alerting her to how she was positioned. Her left leg was thrown over his hip; the right one was nestled in between his; her hips were flush against his, making his downtown noise a little more noticeable than normal; and the t-shirt that she’d worn to bed was up around her belly button, allowing his warm skin to touch hers. Her cheeks flushed a few shades darker than her hair.

“What?” he asked. Giselle simply shook her head and buried her face in his neck the best she could. Harry chuckled and just held her tightly, uncaring at the moment what was making her blush. As long as she was in his arms, everything was okay.

“Harry, your mother,” Giselle said after a while, wiggling away from him.

“Is gone for the day,” Harry chuckled, sitting up on his arms to watch her attempt to scramble from the bed. Her lace covered bum in the air until she fell back on him. Her fear faded away as she looked up his chest to his amused jade eyes. “She won’t be back until late. Same with Robin…”

“Lazy day?” Giselle asked, rolling off of him.

“Lazy day,” he confirmed, rolling practically on top of her for a kiss.

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Lazy days were one of his favorite days. They weren’t as fun when he was alone though. If he could spend the rest of his lazy days with the redhead wearing his t-shirt and lacey panties, then he would. The movie marathon with her cuddled up beside him on the couch was his definition of perfect.

But he couldn’t focus on the movie. All he could focus on was the girl in his arms, drawing patterns over his bare chest and watching the screen intently. Harry wanted to ask her to be his girlfriend, needed to know that she wouldn’t brush this off later. The timing never seemed right, and Ellie didn’t seem to be completely here or she’d sudden be here too much. There was something off about the whole thing.

It was all so confusing. Maybe Louis could help him figure out what was going on. Truth be told, he probably already knew what was going to happen and didn’t want to admit it to himself. She wouldn’t do that to me, he thought, shooing his negative theory away.