Something Special {H.S.}

38: Just How Rich Are You?

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Ellie's pov

The next day, I wake up facedown in Harry's armpit.

I lay there for a second and contemplate how I got into this position. I mean, it's not like he smells bad or anything, so I don't really mind. He just smells kind of musky (not musty, don't get the two confused) and he just smells all man, all Harry.

Lifting my head, I survey just how tangled up we are in each other.

Laying side by side, he has an iron grip around my waist, my legs are tangled up with his, and my head is resting on his rock hard chest.

He looks so peaceful, but I want to get up. I'm not sure how I'm going to untangle myself.

"Harry, babe, wake up." I jostle him a bit but he doesn't budge.

"Harry!" I try to twist my body out of his grip so that I can slide under his arm, but all I get is his arm squeezing tighter around me. 

Okay buddy, you asked for it!

"Oh my god, they're making a season 10 of the office?!"

"Huh?! What?" His body jerks, and he falls out of bed with a loud thump. Stifling my laughter, I peer over the edge of the bed. He's laying there, on his back groaning in pain. When he spots me he pouts. "There are so many different ways to wake up a person, Ellie. You can't lie about The Office like that, it's just cruel!"

I playfully roll my eyes at him, trying not to laugh at his put out expression. I must fail because he suddenly smirks at me.

"You think my pain is funny? Oh you just wait till I get you!" Seeing the predatory look in his eyes, I squeal and jump up the same time that he lunges for me.

Laughing wildly, I fly to the other side of the bed. We watch each other with silly grins on our faces, trying to see who's going to make the first move.

He does.

Harry freaking leaps across the bed, arms spread out wide. Arms that are about to be caged around me.

Shrieking, I dodge him and take off in the opposite direction towards the bathroom.

I almost make it too.

Before I know it, he's on me, his arms effortlessly scooping me up and depositing me back onto the bed. As soon as my back hits the soft mattress, he immediately starts to tickle me.

All my life, especially in school, I've faked at not being ticklish. That's the only way I could survive the random tickle torture that some of my friends liked to dole out. I got especially good at holding in my laughter when someone attempted to tickle me. So when Harry first starts, I stifle my giggles at the sensation and hope that he stops soon.

He freaking doesn't.

I can only hold out for so long and my boyfriend is persistent as hell so, sooner than I would have liked, I burst out into hysterics.

"Haz, stop! Mercy! Mercyyy!"

He pauses for a minute and looks at me. "First you have to promise to never joke about the office again."

I bite my lip. "Well, if it's the only thing that'll wake you up I- HA!" Tickling resumes and tears fill my eyes at the forced sensation.

"Okay! Okay! I promise damnit!"