All of this past

One way motorway

I leaned on my elbow, looking at him sleeping next to me. I tried really hard to keep my hands to myself, not wanting to wake him, but my fingers itched to touch his soft skin, play with the soft curly hairs on his lower abdomen, trailing down into his sweat pants. Or my sweat pants, technically.

He groaned. "Liammmmm. Stop staring. You know I hate that. What time is it anyway, it feels like it's way too early for me to wake up." 

"I'll stop staring if you stop looking good. And really Haz, I bet everything before noon feels too early to wake up for you. It's almost nine, by the way."

"Like I said, too early." he mumbled but opened his eyes anyway and he tried really hard to keep up his grumpy face but as soon as he saw my smile, he couldn't help but smile back. "But goodmorning. You okay?"

I nodded and pecked his lips. "Still not a fan of shirts when you sleep, I see?"

He smirked. "Nope, and no matter how good you look in that shirt, I'm not a fan of shirts when you sleep either."

I rolled my eyes at him and pushed him on his back so I could put my head on his chest, finally able to give in to the urge to trail my fingers over his stomach, his abs shivering slightly under my touch.

"Liiiiii." he groaned. "That. Tickles. Stop it." I chuckled and decided to take his protests as an encouragement instead. I teased him even more by stroking him so softly that my fingertips were hardly touching his skin, making him grab my wrist a minute later. "I told you to stop."

"But I like tickling you." I replied smugly as I went to sit up and looked at him. He shot me a glare and took me by surprise as he rolled me on my back and pulled my shirt up to attack my stomach with his feathery touches. I rolled back and forth on the bed, giggling like a school girl while I tried to get him to stop, or even better, turn us around so I could get back to tickling him. He didn't give me a chance though, not stopping until I was completely out of breath and I was panting and laughing at the same time. I turned my head to the side, watching him laying beside me, a big smile on his face and his green eyes twinkling as he tried to catch his breath. 

"Take a shower while I go downstairs and make us some coffee before you go." He nodded and pressed a kiss on my lips before he rolled over and jumped out of bed, walking into my bathroom. My eyes were glued to his bum until he shut the door behind him, after which I headed to the kitchen to make coffee like I promised. I leaned against the counter, sipping my cup as he walked in 15 minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower. He poured himself a cup and smiled at me.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love the sight of you leaning against the counter with your coffee in the morning?" he mumbled against my lips before he kissed them. I smiled, trying to cover up for the blush rising on my cheek. "You're cute when you blush," he winked before he took a sip of his coffee. We talked a bit about our plans for the next two days, Harry had the Christmas party at his parents' house this afternoon, while I had the party with David's family today and at my dad's house tomorrow. I'd had enough coffee to get me through the first part of the day half an hour later, and Harry had gone from coffee to milk after his second cup. He finished his cup and put it in the sink before he walked up to me, his body leaning against mine as his hands rested on the counter next to me. "I better go, before the kids wake up and start asking annoying questions about me spending the night."

I looked up at him and bit my lip. "I don't mind if they know you stayed over last night, and yes, I know Jude and Kate will think things happened while they didn't, but that's none of their business. And I was kind of hoping you would want to stay over more often. Especially since I'm planning on telling David's family and my father about us."