Canyon Moon | H.S.

Moments of Gold - Part One (77)

A/N This chapter's long, and this is after I've chopped the original in half! Hope y'all are ready...

Harry's not in bed when I wake up, which is odd.

Even before being pregnant I was usually awake before him, even if I didn't get out of bed. My body clock just seems to run earlier than his naturally. Which is saying something, since he's also an early bird.

Now that I have a bump, sleep isn't as easy, so I'm pretty much always up before him.

Apparently not today.

I roll over onto his side of the bed, and frown when I realise it's cold, meaning he's been up for a while.

There's faint light glowing from behind the curtains, but it's October and we're in London, so there's no sun. We're in Harry's London house. We arrived a few days ago and had one show last night and have another tonight.

I actually sang in the O2 Arena last night...

Shivers go through me every time I think about it, just because it's such an iconic venue for someone who's grown up in London.

The door to the bedroom creaks open, and I glance at Harry as he pokes his head round.

"Oh good, you're awake." He says, and I frown slightly.

"Good morning to you too." I mumble, feeling tired and cranky and still in the process of waking up.

He chuckles slightly and shuffles over to my side of the bed, perching next to me and leaning down to give me a kiss.

Despite being wrapped up in a warm bed, goosebumps spring up across my arms and legs at his touch, and I sigh happily, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Better." I mumble against his lips, a contented smile on my face.

"I was just about to come and wake you." He says, sitting up and tracing small circles on my shoulder.

"Why? It's still early."

I don't know the exact time, but I know it's earlier than we have to be awake.

"We've got a busy day. There's someone arriving in thirty minutes to do our nails."

My brow furrows slightly as I take in what he said, shaking myself off as I realise that it's a pretty normal thing for Harry to say nonchalantly.

"Are yours coming off?" I ask, sitting myself up slowly and taking his hand in my own.

My eyes dart across his nails that are in fact all chipped, the pink and blue polish looking rather worse for wear.

I can't help but be fascinated with his hands, and I zone out slightly as I stare, my own fingers tracing his knuckles gently, and running along the palm of his hand feeling all of the calluses on his fingers.

He has such beautiful hands, perfectly decorated with his classic rings.

My mind flashes to memories of his hands on me, my skin shivering as his rough fingertips graze against sensitive skin, or the feeling of his rings digging into my hip bones as he holds me tightly against the bed.

My face must flush, because he starts chuckling.

"Where did your mind go, Angel?"

I look up at him and meet his eyes, smiling softly.

"I think you can probably guess."

His eyes flash slightly, looking dark as the light in the room halos behind his head. He pulls his hand out of mine and peels the duvet back, running his fingers down the side of my ribs.