Song for the chapter: Lifehouse feat. Natasha Bedingfield - Between the raindrops

I woke up by because of the sun that shone through my window on my face. The first thing I realized was that I was not freezing. Unusual since I was waking up feeling cold nearly every morning.


The next thing I noticed was my pillow moving up and down. Oh no, wait.


The movement did not came from my pillow. My head was laying on Harry`s chest, his arms wrapped around me.


He was the one that kept me warm over the night. I tried to remember what happened last night. The party and the vodka and...the kiss.


He really stayed!, a voice in my head yelled happily. He was in my bed.


Harry Styles was in my bed everyone.


I looked up to him and stared at his face. He looked younger with his face completely relaxed and I felt my heart ache as soon as I thought that I loved his face like that and that I wanted to see him sleep like that a lot more times.


I moved my head to take a look at my clock. Even this little movement made Harry wake up. His eyes were flattering around, clearly not knowing where he was until he realized that he was at my place.


“Good morning”, he said with the sexiest sleepy voice I had ever heard. Oh, it was more than just a freakin good morning.


“Morning”, I replied trying to sit up. Ouw, my head was bumming.


“Take it slow, Clary”, Harry said caring.


“Oh my god. I never drank that much before”, I said feeling horrible.


“I thought so”, he replied. “I get you a glass water and coffee, okay?”, he said.


I nodded: “Just promise me you will lower your voice.”


He slowly got up and stretched his body, while laughing about my comment.


“I will be right back”, he said while he was leaving my room looking for the kitchen. I sat on my bed for a few minutes, trying to process in what situation I was in right now.


Harry was in my house and he had slept in the same bed like me. I tried to stay up to change into some pants. As I took a look in the mirror I was shocked.


My hair was a mess and I had not removed my makeup last night. I tried to fix the most of the damage.


“Here you are”, Harry said scaring the hell out of me when he stood in the door behind me.


“And here you go”, he said handling me over a glass of water and a mug with coffee. My throat was sore like a desert. Harry smiled at me.


“I know my look is amusing”, I said.


“Not amusing, pretty sweet”, he corrected me. I blushed since I looked like a clear mess and we both knew he way lying. What was sweet about that at all?


After I took some swallows I said: “Harry, listen. I am really sorry for what happened last night.”


“You said you were not sorry for that kiss last night”, Harry said raising his eyebrows. I blushed even more since I was not expecting him to be that direct.


“How did it come any ways?”, he asked.


“There was an argument about me not being risky and brave and I felt challenged. You could blame that on the alcohol. So I wanted to prove them wrong and I was looking for the most scaring thing I could come up with.”


“And that was kissing me?”, he said doubting.


“Freaking scaring”, I said quietly. I waited for an answer from him, but he kept silent for some seconds.


“I take you out. Fresh air will do you good”, he said finally.


“You do?”, I asked surprised since I was still waiting for his reaction to the kiss.


“You just take a quick shower and then we will leave”, he said already leaving me alone in the bathroom.


I stood in the middle if the bathroom, confused as hell. I knew I loved the kiss, more than I ever enjoyed anything else ever before. But what was about him?

Notes

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