I rolled over in the familiar feeling of Harry's sheets as I stretched my arms out. I loved how innocent he looked asleep. Lips parted creating a tunnel for his slowly rising chest, front curls brushing slightly over his eye lids, and his soft but yet dominant grip around my waist. I broke loose slowly from our united bodies ready to wake him up.
" Babe ?" I whispered looping my fingers in his locks budging them to where they belong revealing his eyelids.
" Wake up." I whispered once more.
" You wake up because that's what people do when they're done sleeping." My actions failed once more to his protests.
" Okay, dude seriously." I giggled.
" No." His groggily morning voice echoed.
" Alright, then." I admitted as he left me no choice.
I placed my hands around his torso gripping the sheet as I leaned down. Our faces were so close to the point where I could feel the warmth of his breath exhaled against mine. My tongue separated my lips apart licking his cheek.
" You nasty !" Harry wiped his cheeks away as his lids flickered open.
" You asked for it, Styles." I laughed at his disgusted expression.
" I'm so gonna get you !" Harry smirked as he rubbed his hair awake.
" Not if you can't catch me first." I teased feeling the cold marble floor against my feet as I ran. I made my way forcefully to the door only to be held back by the locked door knob.
" Not so fast, Missy." He placed me back on his bare chest making me release my grip on the handle.
" You should wear your messy hair more, it's hotter on you." He smiled.
I forced my tippy toes up compressing my lips together on his cheek, only to be surprised by the feeling of his lips on mine when he turned his face.
" Cheeky." I mumbled against our tangled lips feeling another smirk spread on his.
" Jump." He ordered. I did so making him wrap my legs around him as my back was pushed to the wall.
" Not my typical breakfast but .." I trailed off when my the tip of my tongue brushed over his.
" And it won't be." Harry pulled away.
" What ?! Harry !" I yelled in frustration as my legs sank on the floor.
" I told you I'm gonna get you." He teasingly laughed grabbing a towel.
" Whatever." I groaned grabbing one of his shirts.
" I can fell you smiling." I yelled over the bathroom door.
" You asked for it, Lewington." He gave me a taste of my own medicine.



" You made me rush my shower just so you can do your hair ?" Harry asked in confusion watching me run the straightener over my wavy strand of hair.
" Oh hush." I focused on my reflection.
" I got you real well." He jumped up on the counter with the biggest proud smirk ever.
" You just wait. Just wait." I hummed fighting a smile at how he was making me feel.
" Shit." I cursed under my breath feeling a burn on my neck. I'm the biggest klutz ever. I either drop, break, or burn things/myself.
" Babe did you burn yourself ? Again ?" He scooted closer examining my neck.
" It is not my fault I have really thick ass hair." I complained.
" I know how to make it better." He pushed the rest of my hair away.
" Please." I pleaded as his lips made short contact with my neck.
" Or not." He pulled away heading for the door.
" What is up with you today ?!" I yelled.
" By the way, Zayn is having a pool party today." He announced walking down the stairs.
" So I did my hair for nothing ?" I groaned loudly.
" I got you again ! Third time today !" He teased laughing.
What a long day lays ahead.