*Reagan’s POV*

I heard the door open and close twice this morning. The first time it was my father I’m sure and he was so shocked and unsure of what to do that he came back with my mother the second time. I was awake and able to hear their whispers from my place in bed and to say that it amused me was an understatement. My father was ready to lose his head while my mother played as the mellow understanding one which honestly shocked me seeing as how she was so hell bent on thinking that Harry had gotten me pregnant.

"She's in the same bed with him Lydia! I said that he could stay here in the guest room for a reason. Who knows what they were doing."

"I don't know David, it looks like they were just sleeping to me. And if they were doing– that, you have to remember that Reagan is a consenting adult and you have to trust her to be responsible."

"No Lyd you're missing the point. I don't want them doing that at all! Let alone under my own roof. She's my little.."

I tuned them out as I lied still in bed next to Harry, listening to his steady even breaths as he slept. I could only hope that my parents would go to work and not disturb us, scold me about it later if they must. I honestly didn’t care if they disapproved us staying in the same bed or not. As disrespectful as it sounds it’s the truth. They could say whatever they feel the need to say to me as long as they didn’t wake him up. This has got to be the longest amount of time that Harry has slept since forever and just because I don’t address it doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the bags that are present there sometimes. Nightmares still plague him. I know they do even though he won’t mention them to me the way that I wished that he would. I would do honestly anything if I knew a way to make them all disappear.

My mother must have won the war on words because the strained whispering that I could hear by the door had vanished. I could hear movement in the kitchen and smell the strong aroma of coffee in the air, knowing that my dad can’t go through the day without at least two cups. I sighed in relief allowing myself to relax as I observed Harry in his sleep, quickly realizing that it was one of my favorite things to do because it was rare that I was ever awake before he was.

His plump pink lips were slightly parted as wisps of air from his exhaled breaths escaped him and the hair on his head that had grown considerably longer in length went in every direction. It was somewhat straighter due to its length now, but all the more appealing for me to run my fingers through. He slept on his side facing me with one arm bent and close to his face while the other rested on my hip, holding me close to him. Every time I would move I could feel his fingers tighten on my waist, begging me to stay put even in his subconscious and if I had anything to do with the sleep that he was getting, I would stay here as long as possible.

Propping myself up on my elbow, I watched my beautifully dishevelled Harry take deep steady breaths as I timidly ran my fingers through his hair, loving the silky texture of it all the while hoping that I didn’t bother him. I couldn’t resist.

“I love you. So much.”

I cooed to him, whispering in his ear even though he didn’t stir, just held on to my waist tighter as I moved to lean closer to him.

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After lying back down and drifting back off to sleep myself for another couple of hours, I was up again with my eyes opening in squints,trying to adjust to the sun rays that peeked through the blinds and landed on them. Wiping my eyes of sleep, I noticed that Harry was still resting peacefully and clearly unaffected by the light as he nestled his head further into my shoulder to hide away from it.

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as Harry let out a content sounding sigh before his breathing returned to its steady pace. He must have been so tired, drained from everything. From the flight he took to get to me and the lack of proper rest from it, to what he had to deal with almost as soon as he landed.

My eyes wandered to the clock in the room and I tensed when it read half past ten. I would have to get up soon to get ready for my session with Dr. Stone. I know that the visits are still necessary for me and my school work if I wanted to get back to England and continue what I’d started with Dr. Koch, but no part of me wanted to leave this bed anytime soon. Harry’s warmth and cuddling in his sleep was almost enough for me to call in and reschedule my appointment for a later date.

My phone vibrated against the hardwood floors, slightly under the bed. The noise it made caused Harry to shift, but before it could wake him up completely, I’d managed to stretch and answer whoever it was that was calling and disrupting us without looking to see who it was first.

“Reagan?!” Channel spoke loudly catching me off guard and making my ears ring. I turned down the volume on my phone when Harry turned to lie on his back, pulling me with him as he did so.

“Hi, Nel. What’s up?” I whispered into the phone hoping that she would lower her voice as well.

“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me! It’s been two days! Did you go to the doctors or not? Will I be an aunt to an adorable bastard child with hazel eyes and curly hair or will the two of you be getting married before the baby comes to make it more traditional?”

I grinned to myself while pinching my eyes closed. Channel has a way with words. I’m still not one hundred percent clear on what that ‘way’ is, but it’s a way none the less. Though I would be lying if I said butterflies didn’t rise in my stomach at the thought of Harry and I getting married.

“No you won’t be an aunt and no we’re not in a rush for a shotgun wedding.”

I could hear Channel sigh in relief. Although I know she would have been supportive either way the results swung, I know that she’s more for us being baby free just like we are.

“What’s throwing you off?” She questioned as I heard people in the background. Ten a.m. on a Wednesday could only mean that Channel was going to class.

“Anxiety, stress, my medication. Take your pick it was all a factor apparently. But I won’t have to worry about it anymore now anyway...” As I trailed off my words I looked down at Harry. Shirtless, sleeping, adorable, sexy, Harry.

“You got it?” Channel asked me lowering her voice to a whisper, sure that the people around her wouldn’t hear.

“No. I won’t be getting it any time soon. Not for three months anyway.” I brought my hand up to run through H.’s soft hair again. When he moved, the covers pulled down exposing his toned abs and the butterfly tattoo there that makes me salivate when I look at it for too long.

“The pill?” Channel asked me snapping me out of my thoughts before I could reply.

“Oh, no, the shot.”

“I’m proud of you Reagan. Seems like you’ve finally got your head in the right place. Took you long enough.” I rolled my eyes at Channel’s mothering ways glad that she couldn’t see me do it.

“Shut up.”

“Well anyway, I’ve got to go. Class is about to start. We’ll talk later?”

“Yup.” I responded simply before biting my bottom lip and hanging up the phone after saying a quick ‘bye’ to my best friend. My eyes still on Harry’s abs and the happy trail that I could now see since he’s shifted slightly again.

I would have gotten out of bed and left him to rest here while I went to my session if I didn’t know that he would be annoyed with me for leaving him in my house alone. It was almost time for me to wake him up so that we could get ready to go, but the traditional way of doing so was lost on me at the moment and I’m sure that he would appreciate the way that I thought of doing so more.

“Harry?” I spoke lowly, but just enough where he would hear me if he were awake and faking this whole time.

When I got no response, I leaned in closer to him, lightly pressing a kiss to his jaw right below his ear lobe. His eyes squeezed shut tighter, but luckily he didn’t rouse. I continued to sponge kisses from his jawline, down his neck, and down his chest noting the way that it rose and fell a bit quicker as I did so. Before I straddled him, hovering above him to be sure not to add any weight and ruin my surprise, I pulled the covers back and pushed them off of his legs revealing his Ralph Lauren boxer brief clad bottom half to me. I’m not sure when my confidence kicked back in, but there was a part of me that was aching to do this ever since I woke up the first time this morning.

The slight bulge in the front of Harry’s boxers was evident from his morning arousal, making me bite my bottom lip in anticipation as I pulled them down revealing him to me. His sleepy eyes began to blink open with confusion clear on his face as he looked down at me and my position over him, but no words were spoken. All that could be heard was a sharp intake of breath when I wrapped my lips around his tip, while gently cupping and caressing his balls in my hand as I did so.

Harry fell back against the bed with the sheets in his hands gripping them tightly and panting as I continued to suck and tease, licking the tip of his head over the slit and causing his breath to catch in his throat. He was fully hard in no time as I continued my unorthodox wake up call. His eyes squeezed tight and his jaw hung open slightly as he continued to sigh and pant, still too tired and caught off guard to be verbal or too loud. Throaty groans and grunts egged me on to continue as I took more of him in my mouth, determined to work him into a frenzy.

Harry released the sheets in order to run one of his hands through his own hair, tugging at it when his hips jerked involuntarily causing him to hit the back of my throat. His jaw clenched as he forced himself to open his eyes and make eye contact with me. The other freed hand that he released from the sheets went from gripping my hair tightly to tracing the outlines of my hollowed cheeks, holding my jaw between his thumb and forefinger as I continued to suck, slowly swirling my tongue around him and stroking what I couldn’t fit into my mouth.

I could tell that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer by the way that his breaths became more shallow and by the way that he twitched in my mouth while biting his lip, his sexual faces driving me to push him closer to the edge.

“R-Rea– Reagan.” Harry’s deep, gravely, morning voice moaned out my name, warning me that he would soon reach his end as if it would stop me or as if I hadn’t known already. The use of my name made me hum in appreciation while sending chills of satisfaction up and down my vertebrae and every fiber of my being.

I enjoy doing this for him and only him.

With one final throaty moan, Harry came undone. His eyes closed again as he reached his euphoric state and I watched while making sure that I hadn’t missed a single drop while he was at his most vulnerable. Salty liquid came out in spurts against my tongue. After I swallowed his hand fell back to his side as he began to settle down from his high and his chest began to rise and fall evenly again. The slightest of smirks rested on his lips as he began to open his beautiful green eyes and as soon as he did, I planted a kiss on his lips.

His hands pulled me closer to him as he deepened the kiss, cradling the back of my head with one hand while languidly rubbing my back with the other.

“Good morning.” I spoke around a grin that Harry soon matched.

“Jesus,” Harry spoke with his voice still laced with sleep, “we’re a little bit passed ‘good morning’ glasses.”

“Did I bother you?” I asked him with innocents covering my features, pouting my bottom lip for effect.

The grin on Harry’s face was devilish. He clearly knew my scheme as he traced his thumb along my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth, nipping it gingerly and causing the apex of my thighs to ache for him.

“Only a little. What time is it?” Harry asked while stretching out his long limbs under me and then pulling his boxers back up his legs.

“We have to get up if you’re going to come with me to my session.”

Harry sat up against the headboard rubbing his eyes and yawning while mumbling something inaudible as I stood from the bed to prepare to take my shower. I wouldn’t mind if he took it with me, but if that happened I know for a fact I would be a no call no show at Dr. Stones office.

“Session...Session. Shit!”

I stopped in my tracks as Harry searched under the pillows for his phone. Once he had it in hand, he checked the time before moving his fingers quickly across the screen.

“What happened?”

“I haven’t called Dr. Baker at all and today is the third day of my being here. I was supposed to check in with her, but fuck it now I guess. I sent her a text saying I didn’t have a signal.”

“Harry! You have to do better than that babe.”

“Shush. It’s not like she’s gonna fly across the Atlantic and drag me back tonight. I’ll be back home soon enough anyway I’ll talk to her after we get back…”

“Oh.”

I brushed off the comment, subconsciously not wanting to hear about him leaving, not wanting him to go anywhere ‘soon enough’ or further down the road. Dr. Stone specifically told me during our that she didn’t think that I was ready to go back to England and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I know I wasn’t either.

“Just let me borrow your laptop when we get back.”

“Mhm...Harry?”

“Yes love?” H. spoke while standing from the bed, stretching once more as he looked at me.

“Will you come shower with me? Just shower though. I don’t want to be late.”

“Sure glasses.”

Harry smirked and then winked at me. His olive colored irises seemed to darken against the sunlight clearly showing that my condition would be ignored. As he walked past me to head to the bathroom and start the shower for us his palm made a solid connection with my left bum cheek before he squeezed it. I walked back over to my bed to get my phone, calling Dr. Stone’s office to tell her that I would be running a little late.

Notes

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