Always In My Heart

Chapter 13- All Of Me

I wake up, my senses slowly coming to. As I squirm slightly with my eyes closed, my body feels sweaty and sticky, quite gross actually. I open my eyes, forgetting where I am for a second, as I am used to waking up in my own suite.

I'm in Harry's suite. In Harry's bed. The, Harry Styles' bed. I am naked. He made love to me last night; sweet, passionate, incredible love.

I look around to find that he's not in bed with me anymore. The sheets on the other side of the bed are wrinkled where he was sleeping. The room is dark due to the blackout curtains that he must have pulled over the glass wall. I wonder what time it is.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up, my eyes widening as I do.

Holy fuck!

I am so sore.

I walk funny, wincing as I do, over to the curtain-covered wall. I pull the curtains apart slightly to see that it is still very early. The sun has barely started to rise. The city looks absolutely beautiful at dawn. I pull the curtains closed again and slowly walk around, looking for Harry as I throw a robe on, tying it.

I walk over to the bedroom doors and open them, walking out into the large living area of the suite. I look around for him all over the suite until I find a small note on the countertop in the kitchen. I read it with a smile:

Good morning, baby! I went for a run this morning. I will be back around 6 a.m.

All my love,

-H. x

I smile like a fool as I reread the note over and over. I glance over at the clock on the microwave that reads, '5:51.' I set the note down and walk over to make myself some tea. I grab a mug and fill it some water. I put it in the microwave for a minute or so and then take it out carefully. I look at the different types of tea bags that the hotel supplies in the holder on the counter. I decide on one that sounds really good and pop it in the hot water, swirling it around gently. As I take a sip, I hear keys jingling in the lock as Harry opens the large doors. I keep my back turned, waiting for him to notice me. I hear him set the room keys down on the dining table as he clears his throat. I hear the sound of him unzipping a hoodie, as his footsteps approach the kitchen.

"Louis!" he says happily, as I take a sip of tea. I turn around to look at him with a soft smile on my face. He looks amazing. He's wearing basketball shorts, a white T-shirt, and a black hoodie that is unzipped. His sweaty, long hair is pulled back, a few pieces hanging loose here and there.

"I didn't expect you to be up when I returned, as you had quite the eventful evening last night," he says, smirking slightly. I flush at his words and take another sip of tea, looking at him from under my eyelashes. He smiles and walks over to me placing his hands on my hips. I look up at him happily, blinking at him fondly. He leans closer to me causing my ass to press against the edge of the countertop. He puts his hands on the countertop behind me. I wince a little, still a bit sore from last night. He notices my sharp intake of air and looks at me in concern.

"Are you okay?" I nod, biting my lip.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just sore... you know..." I say, flushing slightly. He quickly stops leaning over me so my ass is free from the countertop. I sigh in relief. He blinks at me, a blank expression on his face. He swallows hard and gently reaches up to run his thumb over my bottom lip.

"I am so, so sorry that I hurt you, baby," he says, worry choking his voice. I quickly shake my head and step closer to him, placing my hand on his face gently. He leans into my touch, closing his eyes.