Canyon Moon | H.S.

Work of Art (17)

"Natalie! Natalie, wake up! Louis' trying to cook breakfast and he's going to burn the h-"

My door swings open, and I blink blearily in the direction of the loud voice.

"Shit." 

The door closes again. I'm groggy from sleep, trying to process what just happened. The pillow underneath me moves, and I realise that I'm lying on top of Harry, my legs tangled with his.

I look up at him and he's gazing down at me, a lazy smile on his face.

"What just happened?" I ask, my voice thick with sleep.

"Niall just burst in here shouting about Louis cooking breakfast, and then abruptly left seeing our... situation." He smirks at me and I feel my face flush slightly, the ache between my legs becoming apparent as my body wakes up.

I pull myself up to hover above him, my dark hair falling either side of his face. I place a gentle kiss on his lips, humming at the feeling of his hands running down my naked back.

"You've got morning breath."

"So have you." He says with a smirk drawing lazy circles on my shoulders.

I let out a contented sigh, slowly pushing his curls away from his face.

"Why is Louis cooking breakfast anyway?" I ask, my brain slowly catching up with the beginning of my day.

"Because it's almost half ten." He says softly.

"What?" I sit up and turn to check the clock on the nightstand beside me.

10:21. We slept in? I never sleep in.

"We had an eventful evening." He says, gently tugging me back towards him.

"I never sleep in-" I start to say, but he cuts me off with another kiss, his lips hungrily enveloping mine.

He rolls us over so he's leaning over me, running his fingers up and down my skin, chuckling into my mouth as the hairs on my arms stand up at the feeling.

"I should really go and help." I say distractedly, not able to pull my gaze away from his pink lips.

"Mmhmm." He just hums in response, pressing feather light kisses to the edge of my mouth, my jaw and the top of my neck.

My head lolls back, a satisfied sigh escaping my lips. My body wants to lie here forever, but images of the kitchen in flames distracts me. I put my hands on his chest and gently push him away.

"Spoilsport." He says with a pout, rolling over to lie on his back

I sit up on the edge of my bed and look back at him. He's closed his eyes, hands resting behind his head. The duvet rests across his hips, his stomach and chest rising and falling with soft breaths. 

He's so beautiful.

I grab some underwear from my drawer, feeling strangely unembarrassed being naked in front of him even in the morning light. The first time I had sex with a boy I got dressed before I even went back to sleep, fearing the morning after awkwardness. With Harry, the thought didn't even cross my mind. I glance back at him and can see his eyes open, gazing at me through heavy eyelids.

"I can see you." I say as I pull my pants on, and my stomach flips hearing his low chuckle.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, love." He says softly. I throw my hair up, still standing in my underwear, and grab a jumper and my old jeans from the cupboard.

I stand in front of my bathroom mirror, hastily brushing my teeth to rid myself of morning breath and taking my pill. I look, different, somehow. Thankfully I look presentable, not like I've just been royally fucked. Though, with Niall's intrusion this morning there's no doubt the boys will know exactly what happened last night. I just look, different. More confident maybe.