Downfall [h.s]

↞ Chapter 25* ↠

A/N:

!! WARNING !!

!! NSFW !! Things get steamy towards the end of the chapter !!

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The sound of the car door opening roused me out of sleep. Before I could open my eyes to see what was going on, I was being gently scooped out of the seat. It took me a moment to remember whose arms could be around me but the smell of bergamot reminded me of the curly haired asshole.

Without thinking about it, I snuggled closer into his chest with my eyes still closed. I had a feeling that if I opened my eyes he would get mad at me for cuddling into him. I gave myself a few seconds to enjoy being in his arms before I pretended to wake up. Yawning, I opened my eyes and glanced up at him. His eyes flicked down to mine before looking away.

"Where are we?" I asked, my voice groggy as I craned my neck back to see where we were. The sudden movement made my head spin which then made me laugh. Guess there was still a little alcohol left in my system.

"My house," he responded, rolling his eyes. When we got to the front door, he didn't put me down like I expected him to and instead bent down and turned the knob with me still in his arms. With his foot he kicked the door open, using the same gesture to shut it behind him.

As much as I wanted to, I didn't bother looking around, knowing that I wouldn't remember most of what I saw in the morning. Instead, I focused on Harry's face and admired how handsome he was. Without even thinking about it, I reached out and traced my thumb lightly along his bottom lip. He breathed in sharply but didn't pull away.

"So soft," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Feeling brave, my thumb moved downward to his jaw line. How many times had I imagined doing this? It sucked that I probably wouldn't even remember this later. This time he did move his head back. My hand fell to my lap. "Where we going?"

He looked down at me with a brow cocked. He always looked so annoyed when he was looking at me, "My room. I'm going to get you a change of clothes so you can go to sleep."

"No sleep," I pouted, playfully poking at his cheek with my finger. "I'm not tired."

He shot me a pointed look, "It's four in the morning, you're going to sleep."

I pouted again, glaring up at him as he carried me up the stairs. The baby pink tulle of my skirt rustled as it dragged up the steps, clearly getting in Harry's way. Huffing, he adjusted me in his arms so that the skirt wasn't in the path of his feet. I shot him a sheepish look and grabbed a fist full of it to help him out.

"What are you even supposed to be?" He questioned in annoyance, glancing me over as he tried to figure out what I was. His eyes trailed up the length of my skirt to my flowered bodice stopping at the flower crown still pinned into my hair. I liked the way his gaze lingered a second longer on my lips.