Mr Styles 007

chapter13

I JUST LOVE WRITING THIS SO MUCH

CAUSE ITS BADASS NARRY

NOT TOO LOVEY DOVERY

I JUST LOVE IT

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Harry opened his tired peepers as he felt the sun's warm rays gazed on his face. Harry his rubbed  sleepy eyes and released a long yawn, he'd never felt this rested in his life in a very long time. The curly haired man stretched his sore arms, and released another long yawn, maybe he's a little bit too rested. He raised his arms above his head and stretched them towards the ceiling. Once he was done stretching, he landed his arms back on the bump on the bed.

A smile formed on his lips. 

Memories of last night slowly sunk in. 

The accidental touches and light kisses that went on in the night.

How Harry had his arms tightly wrapped around his husband's waist throughout the night. He didn't want to release Niall and he really believes that Niall doesn't want to be released either. 

Harry slowly pealed the top covers. Niall was still sleeping peacefully. His hair was all over the place and messily tousled on his face. Harry brushed a couple of loose strands away from Niall's forehead. Niall looked so cute with his mouth slightly ajar and a little drool on the side of his mouth. 

"Niall wake up" Harry whispered, shaking lightly the man beside him. 

"Baby wake up."

Niall stirred in his sleep. He was having a really good dream about a certain curly haired man, when he was suddenly felt someone calling his name out really loudly. Niall opened his sleepy eyes and was met by a pair of beautiful green orbs starring back at him. 

"Morning Leprechaun!" Harry smiled. 

Niall blushed, Harry's voice sounded so hoarse and raspy in the morning, it was sexy as hell. Niall ducked his head back under the covers. He doesn't want his husband to see him all red. 

Harry grinned, "Hey wake up, it's already two in the afternoon."

"No."

Harry laughed and ducked under the covers beside his adorable husband beside him, "I don't want to get out of bed" Niall whined, starring at his husband like a child. 

"You don't have to you know" whispered Harry. 

Harry starred at his adorable husband beside him, he really does look like child, big blue eyes and pouty red lips, "I know. But I love my job."

Harry cocked an eyebrow at his husband, "Your job involves killing people and stealing information, you love that?"