REM - H.S.

Chapter 1

I've never truly been a morning person. I'm not sure if that's a result of my relentless insomnia or the countless hangovers I've experienced in my time, but waking up has never been pleasant. 

But she makes me love mornings.

I shut my eyes tighter and turn my head away from the morning light that pours into the room.  See-through curtains with the little fuckin' flowers on them. What's the point of curtains if they aren't gonna keep the sun out? 

Do I want to keep the sun out?

I blink my eyes open and take in my surroundings.

Right, we stayed at her place last night.

I look down and see her still sleeping with her head nuzzled into my bare chest and her mouth faintly ajar as soft snores leave her lips. The same lips that I know are capable of much more than her innocent smile seems to let on.

Sneaky vixen.

I lift my hand from behind my head to run it through her blonde hair and she shifts slightly in response as the sides of her lips turn downwards in a frown.

Sleepy vixen then.

She blinks her eyes open and looks up at me with a grin as she tightens her arms around me.

"Hi."

"Hey," I smile back.

She stares up at me with her wide brown eyes that are still glazed with sleep before she starts tracing her fingers up and down my chest and lowers her gaze to watch her hand.

I love mornings with her. I love the way she always wakes up in a good mood, and the way her hair is always messy, whether that be because of me or whatever else. I love that she's a human radiator with skin almost as warm as her smile, even if that means we wake up sweatier than we were when we went to bed. I love how she never sleeps with her top on, not that I would let her, but I like to think she does it just for me.

She breaks the silence and draws me out of my trance. "How did you sleep, bug?"

Her and her fuckin' nicknames. As much as I pretend to resent them, I like that she is the only one who has ever endowed me with such silly terms of regard, not that I would ever let anyone else use them, but she doesn't have to know that.

I feel my lips curl into a smirk.

"Meh, would have been better if I woke up to your lips wrapped around my-"

She snaps her head up off my chest.

"Harry!" 

She feigns disapproval with reddened cheeks and a dropped jaw as she tries to keep her face from breaking out into a smile. I know she loves my vulgar banter, almost as much as I love how she pretends to hate it.

"Oh, fuck off, I'm only joking" I laugh as I pull her to straddle my hips.

She sits up and rests her hands on my chest and her hair falls to curtain around her face as my hands reach to grasp her hips and circle my thumbs on her hipbones.

Again, I love mornings with her, even if her tired eyes and sleepy smiles will be the death of me.

The air is dense as the morning light pours into her room through the curtains and hits the side of her face making her skin glow with warmth.

She's a dream.

Absolutely unreal.

She lifts one of my hands from her hips and holds my palm to her cheek as she nuzzles her face into my hand and closes her eyes with a soft smile.