Adaptation | [H.S] (SEQUEL)

Chapter 15

Since the sling was disposed from that evening on, everything became a lot easier. Showering and dressing myself took only half of the usual time, which was especially beneficial this morning. Harry seemed eager to go to Louis' house and encouraged me to hurry up.

It might have been for the fact that we slept in. Normally, I woke up earlier in the morning because the bed had turned cold without Harry's body beneath the blankets. When I opened my eyes this morning, the first thing I saw was Harry's mop of curls spread out on the cushion with his face towards me. That was unusual.

I still wasn't used to seeing the short haircut compared to the long locks. While he was asleep, I couldn't stop my reflex to reach out and slide my fingers through the curls. Memories came flooding back upon the touch. The times we had been intimate, when he had kissed me and touched me. His curls had been my distraction from his touches at first; but afterwards they made me feel connected to him.

Not much had changed. The same rush of adrenaline shot through my body upon wrapping a curl around my finger. All that had changed was the volume that created more curls than ever. It made him look younger.

"Going for me while I'm sleeping?" Harry's morning voice spoke to me all of a sudden, making me jump. "Such a cliché."

"I- I wasn't" I stuttered, a flush spreading over my cheeks. My hand retreated to my body quicker than the light could show.

"You can do it." Harry opened his eyes slightly, looking at me with that typical smirk of his. "I wouldn't mind at all."

I shook my head feverishly. He was taking this completely the wrong way. The way he looked at me made me afraid for a second, like he would do it if I didn't.

He didn't.

Instead, he rolled onto his back and stretched out, making several vertebrae in his back pop. I winced at the sound and pushed the blanket a bit closer to my body.

"It's nice to sleep in for once," Harry spoke randomly, "But we gotta hurry. Louis is expecting us at two."

With these words he rolled out of bed which gave me a good look at the clock on his nightstand. It was already half past twelve in the afternoon. How could I still sleep longer than twelve hours every day? When I lived in the group-home I was lucky with two or three. Maybe my body was finally catching up, which was ironic because that meant I slept better with the man that caused the nightmares that kept me awake in the first place.

My eyes slid from the clock to Harry who was stood in front of the closet to retrieve a pair of clothes for the day, but immediately looked away when I saw the overly present bulge in his underwear. A man's morning problem that, for a moment, I had forgotten.

Thankfully, he walked into the ensuite without another word to get ready and I followed him when he was done. When I emerged, freshly showered, I found a dark-green silk dress on the bed along with some dark-green lingerie and a black turtleneck. Not once since my stay back at his house had he laid out clothes for me.

Hesitantly, I put it on. It did compliment my figure beautifully but the unease in my stomach didn't fade. What was happening? Why did he require me to dress like this when we were going to Louis's?

"Kitten, we need to go!" Harry voice echoed from downstairs, making me back away from the mirror and find my way towards him.

"Hmm." Harry hummed in appreciation, not hiding his gaze that took in every detail of my body when I entered the living room. He was seated on the couch, his arms thrown on the back, wearing a velvet black suit. The sight of him almost made my mouth fall open. I managed to catch myself just in time.