Drowning

Twenty Two;

I awoke with Harry's strong arms wrapped securely around my waist. It was the safest feeling in the whole world, but also the most suffocating. Not emotionally, but his grip was heavy and I was small.

"Harry," I mumble, attempting to pry his large hands off from me. No response. "Harry, wake up." I groan, still attempting to push him away, to no avail.

Moments later, the large man in my bed began to stir, but his grip on me only tightened.

"I need to get up, Harry," I whine, though I didn't actually have anywhere to be, just yet.

"No," he grumbles. "Just stay here, with me," he sighs sleepily, his green eyes never opening. I smile softly to myself at the childlike man in my bed.

"No, Harry." I laugh. "It's nearly midday."

"So?" he says, his green eyes finally opening.

"So, you have to train, don't you?" I say, hoping that might be an incentive for him to get up.

"Why do you hate cuddling so much?" he laughs, his dimples becoming prominent. Stupid, adorable dimples.

"I don't," I lie.

"You do," he smirks. "But, as my girlfriend, you're legally obligated to," he says, giving me a cheeky grin.

"No, I'm not." I pout, trying to pry his hands off of me for the first time since he'd awoken.

"Why don't you like it?" he asks again.

"Because you're strong and it feels heavy on my stomach." I say. "Plus, I get warm. And I feel like I'm stuck. Claustrophobic, if you may. But also, I do actually quite enjoy the feeling of being secure-"

"You're such a mess," he chuckles, making me smile at him. Our lips connected in a short peck before we both pulled away.

"Okay, buddy. We're only, what, a week into this whole relationship thing. I don't think morning breath kisses are quite what we need to be doing yet. Not for at least another ten years." I say, scrunching my nose up.

"Aw, planning ahead already? Ten years is quite far down the line, Zar." Harry smirks, clearly happy with my words.

"Didn't mean it like that." I huff. "You're lucky if I keep you for another week." I tease, taking advantage of Harry's fake-shock to wriggle out from his grip. I stood up and out of the bed.

"You are so mean. You're lucky if I keep you for even another day." Harry says in a tone so petty that it resembled that of a toddler. It made me laugh.

"Is that so?" I challenge, pulling Harry's t-shirt off from my body, to reveal my entirely naked figure.

"Shit," he mutters, propping himself up onto his elbows in my bed. "Maybe I'll keep you for a few more days," he says, his eyes raking slowly up and down my body.

"You're too easy," I chuckle. "Are you going to come to the bathroom with me?" I ask.

"I don't know, why should I?"

"To brush your teeth?"

"Hm. I can do that alone, so I'm not convinced." he shrugs.

"We could shower," I say.

Lauren was at Zack's for a few nights. They alternated regularly, and I knew that it wouldn't be long until they were finding a place together.

"I'm still not convinced," he sighs, his eyes still occasionally taking in the sight of my naked body ahead of him.