Through The Dark || Harry Styles

31. LUCY

LUCY

I'm vaguely aware of my body rolling over in bed before I'm fully conscious, but the crick in my neck that woke me up to begin with, only becomes more acute as I move around.

Opening my eyes, I'm met with a still sleeping Harry, his handsome face relaxed as tiny puffs of air escape his perfect pink pout. His arm is trapped under my head and our bodies are tangled together in a knotted mess.

I can't remember falling asleep but as the sun peeks through the curtains, I realise the lamps are still on, along with my robe, and we are on top of the sheets. We must have just passed out after talking ourselves to the point of exhaustion.

Although the conversation last night was heavy, in the light of a new day, everything seems clearer.

Part of me doesn't want to wake the sleeping beauty beside me, but there is something new stirring inside of me, a different part that is aching to kiss him; a part that misses him while he dreams.

Not able to resist, I carefully comb a strand of hair off his forehead with my fingers and the frown that etches into his brow is so cute that I can't help but smile.

I seal his lips with a gentle kiss and his body responds immediately, humming like he does when he tastes something he likes and blindly reaching to pull me in for more.

"Please tell me Lola isn't getting better at this," he jokes, his eyes closed and his voice weighted with sleep.

I giggle at his teasing, kissing him again on the cheek before talking into his skin, his weekend stubble prickling my lips. "I'm going to make coffee."

He groans a complaint, but I manage to slip from his curious fingers, making it to the door before the bed squeaks and his arms are around me.

My heart surges forward when I feel his lips on my neck, my grin spreading and my head rolling back into him as he makes his way down in short pecks to my shoulder.

"You're gonna have coffee coming out of your ears soon."

I exhale a short laugh before he continues, his voice dropping.

"Leave the coffee. Come back to bed."

What chance do I have?

He doesn't even wait for an answer before he is stepping me towards the sheets we slept on. Peeling back the covers for the first time, I slide in, the warmth of his body close behind as he closes the distance and tightens his embrace.

"You okay after last night?" Harry's voice is low and raspy as he nuzzles into my neck.

"I feel good. Talking helped," I tell him the truth.

"Me too."

There's a weird energy this morning and it feels like there's been a shift.

Maybe it's a shift in my mindset, or my perception of the past, or the goddamn universe, but everything in me is begging for him to be closer.

Harry flattens his palm along my stomach, my arse pushing into his lap and his fingers sneaking between the gap in my silk robe.

The constant fluttering sensation in my chest is making me dizzy.

We don't speak, but the air is thick, Harry's breathing becoming heavier in my ear and I'm hypnotized by the rhythm as his fingers start to wander.

And I desperately want them to.

He kisses my neck just below my ear, a current tickling down my spine as he whispers only just loud enough to hear, "I want you so bad."

I feel his words everywhere and his hand creeps downward, every cell in my body standing to attention as he explores, inch by inch.