Home Run Honey // n.s.

Chapter Three

"Harry, baby, wake up; we fell asleep." I was nudged awake by Niall, whose chest I was resting on.

"Mm, what time is it?" I muttered through a yawn and closed my eyes again.

"It's almost one. We fell asleep during Chicago." He rubbed his hand up and down my back soothingly. And he's so warm. I could definitely get used to this...

"I don't want to get up." I latched onto his shirt and placed a kiss to his covered chest.

"You have to, baby. I need to get home and you need to get to bed."

"Stay. You can stay here tonight. Please."

"Harry," he sighed out.

"Niall."

"I don have any clothes."

"Sleep naked, I don't give a fuck."

"Or a toothbrush."

"I've been waiting to kiss you for nine years. Do you really think lousy, bad breath is going to stop me now?"

"Why do you want me to stay so bad?" He started playing with my hair, making me snuggle deeper into him.

"Because you're warm."

"Is that all I am to you? A blanket?"

"No, you're also a pillow."

"And here I thought we had something real."

"Darling."

"Yes, honey?"

"You're warm, I like you, I like kissing you, I want you to be my big spoon, and I've just dreamed of waking up next to you for years. Is that reason enough to stay?" I looked up at him with a lazy, dopey smile and batted my eyelashes.

"I suspect you want me to carry you upstairs?"

"No. But now that you mention it, take me away, darling!" I spread out on top of him like a starfish.

"Haz, baby, I need you to get off of me in order for me to get up," his voice was muffled, probably do to the fact that my head was buried in his face.

"Sorry, darling." I rolled off of him and say up straight on the couch. As he stood up, I opened my arms, expecting him to pick me up.

"I'm not your slave: don't be so expecting." I pouted, causing him to lean down and place a kiss on my lips. "Do you want me to carry you like a baby or something, 'cause I was just gonna do bridal style..."

"Like a baby."

"Like a virgin, touched for the very first time..." He leaned down and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist as he placed his arms under my bum. We were flushed together, heart to heart, dick to dick. "When your heart beats, next to mine."

"I feel like you singing that song has three different meanings. Maybe four."

"And they are?" He started walking to the stairs, very slowly I may add. I'm not that heavy...

"The talk we had about virgins and this being a very intimate position." He nodded so I continued. "I can literally feel your heart beating against mine."

"That's what you do to me, Harry Styles. Keep going."

"And I said 'like a baby' so you started singing Like a Virgin."

"Yes, those are all things that I was thinking as well."

"Great minds think alike."

"But you said, four." I could feel the blush forming. "Don't be shy, baby," he placed a wet kiss on my cheek.