meet me in the hallway |h.s|

48 | one night

even if my heart stops beating
you're the only thing I need, ooh, with me
even if the Earth starts shaking
you're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me

• • •

His skin is soft and warm under my touch. I keep tracing his features with a grin on my face while he still sleeps. I can't help but think about last night.

A night I'm sure I'll never forget.

How he tried to make me comfortable with everything definitely made me realize how much I adore him. It made me realize that I was having that feeling of deep affection. I'm still not really sure what it means though, but I'm not scared to find out... not as scared as I'd have been a year ago.

I'm actually curious.

I brush my fingertip over his bottom lip. Harry scrunches his nose in the most cutest way in response to my touch. Then he slowly opens his eyes and smiles when his eyes meet mine.

"Good morning, sunflower," I tell him, leaning forward to peck his lips.

He chuckles. "Good morning, angel." He grabs my waist to bring me closer to him until my head is resting on his pillow. "I'm usually the one to wake up first."

"Thought I'd start changing some things," I tease him, brushing my fingers on his jaw. I feel goosebumps erupting on his skin.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and presses a kiss on my forehead. "How did you sleep?"

The smile on my face widens. My cheeks are starting to hurt because I can't stop smiling.

"Like a fucking baby," I respond, and a strand of hair decides to fall on his face. I tuck it behind his ear, running my hand through his long hair. I look back at his eyes, and my stomach flutters at the look of him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks me with a silly smile.

"Like what?" I frown my brows in confusion. How am I looking at him? I'm just smiling at him.

"Like I'm the best thing you've ever laid an eye on," he responds, squeezing my waist.

"Harry, I think your ego is showing a little," I tease, raising my eyebrows at him.

"No," he chuckles. "That's not how I meant it." He makes a pause to look into my eyes as if the answer to his question was right in there. "You know what? Nevermind." He speaks out, shaking his head slightly.

I gently swat his arm. "Tell me, I'm all curious now."

"Nope." He shakes his head again. "I won't tell you... yet."

I roll my eyes back, but don't fight him on it. Even if I want to know so badly what's going through his head, I really don't wanna know either.

"Okay, fine." I pull away from him and turn over to sit on the bed. Harry also sits up, and I look at him over my shoulder since I'm not facing him anymore. "I'm going to shower." I stand up and walk over to the bathroom. I turn around when I reach the threshold, and furrow my brows at him when I see him still sitting on the bed. "That was a clue for you to follow me, baby."

He smiles and lets out a laugh. "Wasn't sure if you really wanted that," he says, standing up, walking towards me. When he's standing in front of me, I tug at the waistband of his briefs, dragging him into the bathroom while he closes the door behind.

"Why wouldn't I want that?" I ask him, sliding my hands to his back as I press my chest against his.

"I-I," he stutters first, shaking his head. "I don't know."