Baby, You're Perfect

Chapter Two- Morning Bliss

I awoke, just as the sun started to shine through the bus windows. As I took in my surroundings, I was momentarily confused. It took me a moment to remember where I was and why. Looking up, I noticed Harry for the first time. He was sound asleep so I was free to watch him for a minute.

The events of the previous night started to come rushing back. Did I really hear him right, or was I dreaming? It had to be a dream. There was no way that this beautiful creature could have feelings for someone like me. He was extraordinary, and I was just plain ordinary. It made zero sense so it had to be a dream.

My head was still resting in his lap, and I had a blanket draped over  my body. I could only assume it was Harry's doing. He was always the gentleman. I couldn't help but feel guilty that I had kept him from getting a sound sleep in his own bed. With his career, he really needed the rest.

Silently sitting up, I was careful not to wake him. He looked utterly peaceful, and I couldn't help but admire the sleeping beauty. He was laid back against the couch, with his feet propped up on the table. His lips were slightly pouted which brought a smile to my face. He looked so young, carefree, and breathtakingly handsome.

I had to fight the urge to run my fingers through his hair and across his cheeks. I didn't want to risk waking him. In the short amount of time that I had known him, I noticed he rarely slept longer than a few hours at a time. I wasn't sure how he was always so energetic, with very little rest.

Watching him sleep, a rather brilliant idea came across my mind. Trying to be as fast and sneaky as possible, I quickly grabbed my camera. Snapping a few shots, I smiled shyly. These photos showed Harry in the pure stand most perfect form. He wasn't entertaining his millions of fans, smiling, or posing for them. He was peaceful, natural, and could almost pass as an ordinary human.

Putting the camera away, I started to head back to my bunk. Seeing Harry start to stir out of the corner of my eye, I froze in my spot. I hoped he would fall back to sleep, however he reached his arm out to the side silently searching. When his hand came back empty, he frowned. I had to fight back the giggle that threatened to escape my lips, as I watched on. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned.

"Well good morning sleepy head," I sung softly.

His sleepy smile was mesmerizing. Slowly, he opened his tired eyes.

"What time is it?" He asked in that raspy voice that I couldn't help but find sexy.

"It's still pretty early. You know, you could have woken me. I didn't mean to keep you from your bed." I told him taking a sit back down beside him.

"I didn't have the heart to wake you, you looked to peaceful. Besides...I always sleep better with someone close to me." He admitted.

Thankfully, I had my head slightly turned away from him so he couldn't see the bright blush that graced my face.

"I see," I stated simply. "Well.. I'm glad I could be of service."