Kissy |HS|

Ch. 9

I woke up to the sun beaming through the crack of my curtains, shining directly on me. Squeezing my eyes tightly, small grunts sounded from the back of my throat as I turned under my duvet.

I attempted to rub the sleep away, kneading so hard that I began to see stars. Peeking an eye open, a small grin immediately planted itself on my face. The sight of Harry bringing back memories from last night. I turned on my side to get a better look at him, his upper back barely visible as the blanket only covered about half of him. I had never seen anyone appear so at peace when they sleep; strands of hair fell beautifully onto his forehead, as if they were meant to be placed there.

His lips were parted to the slightest, and every so often the corner of his mouth would twitch up. My eyes trailed down his arm, my finger following suit as I traced the tattoos on his bicep, transfixed by both the ink and his muscle- and skin. Without thought, my fingers softly glide down his back, outlining the definition he harbored.

I panicked and quickly looked at his face as he pulled away, his eyebrows drawn to a pinch and his mouth no longer parted.

Before I could react, he opened his eyes and in the briefest second closed them again, his face becoming more relaxed. He let out a deep breath through his nose and all I did was stare, waiting for him to say something.

"M' ticklish." He said.

His accent was thicker than usual, and his voice gave off a much more  lower, raspier illusion. I was a tad taken back at how much it turned me on.

I nodded, even though he couldn't see it, and remained where I was, my attention still on him.

"Quit staring and lie close with me love."

I blushed as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him with ease. He caved his body around mine, pressing his stomach to my backside and burying his head into the crook of my neck.

As embarrassed as I was about getting caught on my creepiness, It was so easy to forget about, when his arms were secured around me. His body radiated heat, automatically making him the most comfortable thing in my life.

I felt as his fingers brushed through my hair gently before he placed a sweet kiss to my head.

At that point my heart felt as though it would implode. I bit my lower lip and smiled, turning us both over so that I had access to lay on his chest. I rested an arm over his pec and held my head up, smiling as we made eye contact.

"Good morning," I say, my voice faint and scratchy, but still audible. A smile made its way to his lips as he fisted at his eyes and became adjusted.

"Good morning beautiful."

He gently swiped the pad of his thumb across my chin, praise clear in his eyes as he looked at me. I couldn't help but shy away the longer he stared, but it made absolutely no difference to him.

I chuckled and rubbed my face, "what?"

He flashed me a toothy grin and held my hand. "I just can't get over how stunning you are, in every way."

Every word that left his mouth was coated in honey, dripping with cordiality as a natural instinct almost. I wasn't sure what to say; not because I felt discomforted, but only because I've never had to have an answer for something as genuine as that.

The only thing I could think to do was plant my lips to his, it was my form of sincerity and his form of gratitude to which he gladly accepted.

My attention snapped over to my phone, the theme song to jaws signaling it was a work call.

"Hello?" I sat up in my bed, eyes still captured on the essence of the man before me.

I patted Harry and quietly asked him to grab a sticky note and pen from my bed stand. Once he did, I layed the note to his chest and wrote down information for my schedule today.

I spent a few minutes on the phone call, partially listening and mostly fixated on his hands.

I'm not sure why, but I had a thing for mens hands. And let me tell you, Harry's hands were important in every chapter of my book.

I finished up the call and tossed my phone to the side, smiling at Harry who was already blessing me with a cheeky grin himself.

"Work?" He queried and sat up in the bed. I nodded, focusing on anything but his chest.

"Yeah, I'm booked for the day," I huffed causing my matted hair to push off my face. "Which means I can't do lunch today."

He pursed his lips and tapped his chin with his index finger, suddenly in deep thought.

"How about- I come to you for lunch. I've got a meeting at about ten, and should be out for enough time to visit you."

He had planned it out in a matter of two minutes, it was the cutest thing in the world.

"But dont forget lunch is on you."

Well it was almost the cutest.

I rolled my eyes, "how could I forget." My response came out rhetorical and sarcastic but he only fired back.

"What kind of gentlemen would I be if I let you forget that."

He was a sly bastard but I loved it. I laughed and shoved him before getting up and ready for the day.

We parted ways as I went to shower and he went to help himself in the kitchen, I'm sure Avery will keep him company. 

I peeled off the T-shirt I had on and jumped into the shower, a wave of relief washing over my body once it came in contact with the warm water. I hummed and scrubbed my head with my honeycomb shampoo, one of the most god given products I've spent money on. I rinsed and coated my hair with the identical conditioner, then quickly shaved my legs. Its painful, but It beats visible hairs. 

After my whole ordely routine in the shower, I wrapped a towel around my head, and patted my body dry. Not being patient enough to air dry, I threw on a pair of underwear, denim shorts and an olive green t-shirt allowing the material to soak up the remaining water. I spritzed a coconut detangler in my long hair and brushed it out, my arms becoming restless the more I tried to keep the knots out.

After a few minutes, I gave up and threw my hair in a loose ponytail, then brushed my teeth.

I do what I can to avoid wearing makeup, considering I'm always outside and always in the water. But when I do it's normally a waterproof mascara and maybe chapstick.

Once I cleaned up, I bounced on my heels to the kitchen, where Harry and Avery sat comfortably, conversating about who knows what.

I wiggled my way around the two and made a prompt breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage Patties and toast.

As I shoveled the food into my mouth, I continued to scurry around the house and collect my things.

"Is she always this hectic in the morning?"

"Yeah, she thinks its more efficient if she gives herself a small amount of time to get ready."

"Does it normally work out on her end?"

"I wouldn't doubt it, she's the most imperfect perfectionist I know."

My ears perked as the two made me the topic of their discussion. I swallowed the bite in my mouth and spoke up. "I apologize if it seems I'm in a hurry, its just that- I am and duty calls." I pressed my lips together and smiled, quickly pecking Harry's lips.

"I'll see you for lunch," he says pecking back.

I nodded and sent a kiss Avery's way as I backed out the door. "Have a good day guys."

Closing the door, I rushed out to my car and got in. I really had no reason to be hasty, work wasn't even that far away. Really its just the adrenaline and getting to work early. Works better than any caffeine I've had and I've certainly never been late.

What can I say, perks are perks.