Always(Trilogy)

Chapter 22

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Songs for this chapter:

Do I Wanna Know- Arctic Monkeys(listen to during makeout scene)

Adore You- Miley Cyrus

~Harry's POV~

 The sound of Allison's soft snores are the only sounds that are heard as I slowly walk towards her room in our temporary home. The door quietly creaks open and I poke my head inside, my eyes greeted by the sight of Allison, still fully clothed, shoes and all, sprawled across the bed. Her eyes are closed shut, but her mouth is wide open, her hair slightly disheveled due to her current position of sleep. I chuckle before deciding that it's safe to enter the lionesses den, and make my way over to the bed.

I stop for a moment and am in awe again of the beauty of the woman in front of me. Though her hair is extremely disheveled, it's still that beautiful brown color, still full and long and breathtaking. Although her eyes are closed, I know that if she were to open them right now, in this very moment, there'd be nothing in the world that'd make me want to look away from the piercing blue orbs. And even though her mouth is open, soft snores escaping her parted lips, all I can think about is how much I want to kiss them. To kiss her. How much I want to just feel the warmness of her lips on mine. 

But instead, I choose to put her to bed. I gently take off her shoes, placing them in the closet like I know she'd want them to be. She only stirs a little bit, but doesn't wake up. I lift her body up just enough to put her underneath the covers, and then tuck them in around her. She's always complained that she cannot, under any circumstances sleep without a blanket, even if it's one-hundred degrees outside.

"Harry?" she mumbles, but her eyes are still closed.

"Hm?" I say while removing my shoes and socks. 

"If chickens ate chickens, with it be called chickenabolism?" she asks and I chuckle as I slip on a pair of basketball shorts. 

"It would be called whatever you'd want it to be, love." 

"Okay." she sighs.

"Goodnight, Allison." I whisper before placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Goodnight, Harry." she mumbles back before I turn off the lamp beside her bed. I get a few spare blankets from a hall closet before settling down on the couch in the front room. I wait until I can hear her rhythmic snoring again before I decide to fall asleep myself. 

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"Harrrrry. Harry wake up." a voice softly whispers. I groan. I can smell vanilla and lavender

"Whyyy?" I whine and roll over on my other side.

"Uhm, well it's not because we have a shoot at 17 Mag in an hour." she laughs. I sigh before twisting around on my back and opening my eyes. They're immediately greeted by the sight of Allison, her hair wet from just taking a shower, and dressed in nothing but a sky blue, silk robe. 

"Well goodmorning to you too sunshine." she says.

"Morning, babe." I greet and catch myself at the last minute. I sit up quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to call you that. Just a habit." I can feel myself turning all shades of red and pink, but she's laughing and smiling, and so I'm instantaniously not as embarrased anymore. I'm too caught up in hearing her laugh.