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Harry's POV.
It's five in the morning when Grace raises her head to look at me, her eyes are so sleepy and red, she barely caught some rest. Damn. Her cheeks are crimson and her body is slightly burning. I caress her face, cupping her neck and she smiles, making my heart jump from chest. Fuck, why is she so beautiful.
She squeezes the duvet around her body and I help her sit on the top of me. I rub my hands on her arms so she will be warm.
''I thought I was dreaming'' she states catching me out of guard. Her voice is this sweet sound that strikes right to my heart when she just woke up.
''Why is it so?'' I ask and she passs a hand on her face, her eyes are half closed.
'' Nothing'' she bites her bottom lip and when she tries to get up, she falls back into my chest.
''Whoa'' I mutter, smiling to erase the tension I feel inside '' you're a bit heavy little girl.'' I pass a hand on her hair and she moans lazily, I know she likes when I scratch her head, she's like a little cat.
'' I want to sleep'' she wines and I squeeze her body to me.
'' I know...'' I only utter as I kiss the top of her head, her hands pressed on my chest.
I feel her body twisting against my stomach and her face goes pale in a heartbeat as she raises an hand to her mouth. I quick take the cover off and help her to the water. She throws up and press her forehead to the sanitary, breathing heavily. She coughs twice before I decide to wrap my arms around her waist to hold her so she won't fall or use too much energy.
As soon as I touch her bare skin, her body shakes one last time, then the shivers start to decries, till they disappear and Grace comes to breathe normally.
It's just me or my touch just helped? I slide an hand over my shirt she's wearing and caress her stomach, I almost cover it all with my huge fingers. She moves an hand over mine and wrap it around my palm, not to send me away but to let me know it did help her.
''Next time you drink, going to smash the bottle in your head. You dumb ass of-'' Grace starts to laugh and after a second she regrets it, because she presses my hand harder into her stomach, but doesn't stop.
''You're laughing, eh?'' I say trying to sound harsh, but the smile is clearly noticeable into my voice.
''This is exactly what I would say to you if the situation was reversed'' she points out and I giggle. She's right. I can picture her scolding me for not being careful with the alcohol. I shake my head and help her reach the sink. She cleans her mouth and I escort her to our room.
She falls to the bed and I fall right next to her, sneaking an arm around her body to have her closer to me.
''Did you sleep on the ground for me?'' she asks, her eyes shut as she designs circles on my chest.
