Tokyo Drift || HS

15 || High In Space

A SHRILL RING SOUNDS throughout my room, blaring with growing intensity.

My head shoots up, looking for my phone to shut off the alarm.

I find it next to my bed, quickly clicking the button to stop. My heart rate begins to slow and I glance around me, observing the soft morning light that pours in through the windows and the moving sounds of the city.

I notice a warm weight on the right side of my body - a comforting pressure against my ribs. I look over my shoulder and try to refrain from any perceivable reaction when I see Harry's hand resting on my waist.

He shifts, moving his arm and tucking it under the pillow - not making any show of the previous touch. His head is still facing the other direction when he finally speaks.

"Who sets an alarm on a Saturday?" He mumbles with a groggy morning voice.

"Sorry," I grimace. "Forgot to turn it off last night."

His body turns around in the mattress to face me. His curly hair is poking different directions, covering some of his sight. His t-shirt is tight against his arms and his sweatshirt is discarded next to the bed.

I lay covered by the sheets in my baggy shirt and thin sleeping shorts, suddenly realizing this is way more of an intimate situation than I intended it to be. His green eyes watch me, taking in my position before he adorably scrunches his nose and wipes his eye.

"So what are we going to do today?"

I'm startled by the sudden change of topic.

"What do you mean?" I turn my gaze, shifting my body so we're both facing each other with our heads on the pillows.

"It's Saturday. I've got nothing to do. You don't have to work. So what are we going to do?" Harry repeats slowly - his voice still husky from the hours of sleep.

I have a hard time holding back the smile that stretches across my face.

"Hm," I murmur in thought. "Nothing touristy."

"Agreed." He smirks against the pillow.

"Go to a park?" I offer.

"Walk until we get lost?" He counters.

"Go to a tea house?"

"Go to an art museum?"

My eyes light up with his suggestion. He smiles lazily back.

"Art museum it is."

He begins to sit up, grabbing the sweatshirt off the floor and sliding it over his torso. The black shorts he wore to bed scrunch up around his thighs, exposing a new litter of tattoos on his leg. I find myself staring at the large greyscale tiger painted on his thigh when he stands up. I instantly avert my eyes to not be caught scanning him again.

"Do you have a bathroom in here?" He cuts through the tension.

"Yea," I point across the room. "That door right there. There's extra toiletries on the shelf too."

"Cool, thanks."

After Harry shuts the door behind him, I take a second to regather myself from the unexpected turn of the night.

I pull out some clothes from my closet, choosing what I want to wear for the day. Once Harry gets out, we switch places so I can get ready and change.

"I'm going to swing back home to grab some clothes and food. I'll pick you back up after that, yea?" Harry proposes when I exit the bathroom.

The fluttering tension inside me slackens at his words.

Having some time alone to clear my mind after waking up in the same bed with him sounds more than okay. The war against my hormones is raging - my body having a hard time moving on from his grasp on my waist.