Adore You [H.S]

31 // Falling

a/n : i'm feeling way too lazy to edit this so please ignore any typos thank you
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I wake up in my bed, my comforter practically wrapped around me like a burrito. The first thing my mind does is register everything that happened last night. Me and Harry dancing, him saying something in French, us falling asleep on top of each other.

The only thing is, when I woke up this morning, Harry was lying nowhere near me. In fact, he wasn't even in my bedroom at all.

I know for a fact that the past 24 hours was felt far too real to be some sort of weird dream or haze. I groan and cover my face with my pillow. My stomach growls in hunger, which makes me sigh and drag myself out of bed.

I walk sleepily out of my room and down the stairs to the main common area. And sure as day, there Jess and Jackson stood in the kitchen, laughing hysterically about something one of them had said.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty," Jess laughs, taking in the sight of my appearance. I'm not a morning person, and my body definitely likes to show it. "Slept well, I take it?"

"Yeah, great," I say, looking around, "where's Harry?"

As if right on cue, the toilet from the half-bathroom by the kitchen flushes. And a few seconds later, Harry emerges from behind the door.

"Good morning," Harry says, walking toward me—already dressed and completely ready for the day. He glides the sleeves of his long-sleeved sweater back down his inked arms to their full length.

To my surprise, once Harry had approached me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and placed a quick kiss to my temple. Jess's face was priceless. She looked as if she was about to squeal and scream, but no sound came out of her mouth.

Harry continued to walk over to the kitchen table and took a seat, pulling out his phone. He tapped on it a few times, playing with his bottom lip with his index finger.

"So," Jess says quietly, pulling me into the hallway near the stairs, "how was it?"

"It was so nice to finally be home and in my own bed," I admit honestly.

"You know that's not what I meant," she says in a sing-song voice, nudging my arm gently with her elbow.

"Oh," I say, realizing what she meant, "Sleeping with Harry? Quite comfortable actually. It was so cute, he like wrapped his arms around me and held me 'til I fell asleep."

"He at least had a strong pull-out game, right?" she asks with a drop-dead serious look on her face. "Or you guys at least used some sort of protection?"

I choke on my own spit.

"What?" I say between spurts of coughs.

"Oh come on," She rolls her eyes playfully, "you really mean to tell me after all that you guys didn't have sex?"

"We didn't," I say truthfully, shaking my head.

"Come on, Lils. I'm your best friend. We tell each other everything! This isn't something you should be embarrassed to talk about."

"I'm not embarrassed about anything," I defend, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about! We didn't have sex."

"Well, then why did I hear romantic music playing?" She interrogates.

"Harry wanted to play one of my records and he chose Elvis," I explain. I then feel the heat travel to my cheeks as I blush, "and then we kind of...danced."

Jess's hard stare softens as she lets out, "Awwww."

"Yeah." I giggle like a teenager talking about her first kiss. Jess was right when she said we tell each other everything. She knows everything about any past guy I've ever been interested in and every girl drama I've ever had to deal with. Jess and I have our arguments and banters, but that's just what comes with being roommates. She and I have never really got in a serious fight that's lasted longer than a few days.