Always In My Heart

Chapter 16- Boyfriend

I wake up with my face smashed into the pillow. I take in the scent, savoring every bit of it. The pillow smells like Harry, I smell like Harry, the room even smells like Harry. Then again, I am sleeping in his bed.

I roll over onto my back to find a sleeping Harry, lying on the other side of the bed, his bare back turned to me.

God, that back.

He has the most toned, sexy body I have ever laid eyes on. And now, he is mine. I really do not know how all of this happened, because I really do not deserve him.

I scoot closer to him to see that the scratch marks I left there the other night are still visible. I frown, feeling bad that I hurt him. I oh, so gently trace the marks with my index finger, blinking slowly. He stirs a little at my touch but then stills again with a sleepy groan. I smile and continue to stroke his back with my whole hand now, so softly.

Soon enough, he rolls over to face me, wide awake. He is such a morning person, it hurts. He smiles sleepily at me and gently runs his fingers through my messy hair.

"Good morning," he says, his voice so deep and raspy. I grin and lean in to kiss his lips chastely.

"Morning," I respond, my voice still its normal, high-pitched self. He smiles and takes a deep breath, rubbing his eyes.

"What time is it?" he asks, blinking at me. I shrug and smile.

"I'm not sure. I just woke up," I explain. He nods and reaches over to grab his phone. He unlocks it and then sets it back on the nightstand.

"6:45," he mumbles as he lays back down on his back, closing his eyes again. I crawl close to him and rest my head on his chest.

"I have to go to class today," I murmur with my eyes closed. His breath hitches in his throat and his chest stops rising for a second.

"No, you don't," he says, stroking my hair gently. I am confused by his words. I open my eyes to look up at him.

"Uh, yeah I do. What are you talking about?" I ask in confusion. He opens his eyes and looks down at me lovingly.

"I don't know, maybe you could just not go today..." he mutters, stroking my arm, my skin burning from his passionate touch. I smile and laugh a little.

"If I do that, then you'll be saying the same thing everyday, Harry," I say jokingly, laughing a bit. He grins and shakes his head before looking at me seriously.

"So, does that mean you are going to spend every night here with me?" he asks, dead serious. I blink up at him, not really knowing what to say. I shrug.

"Maybe," I say quietly, nuzzling my face into his chest. "I like sleeping with you. I get cold easily and you are like a heater," I add, causing a smile to spread across his face.

"I am glad that I have the honor and privilege to keep you warm at night, Mr. Tomlinson," he says with a grin. We both laugh and hold each other close.

We didn't have sex last night, nor did we do anything close to that. Instead, we kissed for awhile and then just talked. Something I learned from last night is that Harry is a very inward person. He doesn't like to talk much about his feelings or life, unless it's a business-type matter. It's going to take some work trying to get him to talk more about how he is feeling inside. But I am definitely up for the challenge.

The curtains are closed over the glass wall, keeping the room extra dark. I really wish I could skip class today... Hey, I mean, what's another day? If I skip, I can lie here with Harry all day...

Yeah, I think I will skip class.

"Fine," I murmur. "I won't go to class today," I say quietly into Harry's chest. He smiles wide and pulls me closer to him.