There was absolutely no way last night was real.

It couldn’t have been, it was too good to be true and I was afraid to open my eyes. I was afraid she wouldn’t be here and it was all a figment of my imagination. So, without opening my eyes, I tightened my arms around where her small body was when we fell asleep. When I felt her there in my arms, my eyes shot open.

She faced away from me now, but she was still close. So close that I had lost all my senses. Her curly hair was in a bun, laying on my pillow. Her left hand was underneath her head while her right laid on her side, and her face held a serene expression. I subconsciously moved myself closer to her and ran my fingers over her bare shoulder, and down her arm.

Her skin was so soft, I couldn’t help but touch her. I need physical contact with her, I need to touch her in some way. No matter it be brushing my arm ‘accidently’ against hers, or purposely taking full advantage of the position we’re in now. I watched her stomach moved up and down, then moved my gaze to her parted lips. Light snores fell from her mouth, the snores I knew she hated because they were “embarrassing”. I’ve always loved them, it was like music to me ears. They used to be obnoxiously loud, now they’re quiet and cute, and I loved them just the same.

Moving my gaze, I looked down at the warm toned skin of her shoulder. My lips grazed across her skin before leaving a small kiss on her shoulder blade. I scooted down and put my forehead against where I had left the kiss, and moved my hand to her stomach.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, taking in her coconut scented skin. It was so heavenly, if I were to die right now I could leave this earth happier than I’d ever been. Part of me still had a feeling that this wasn’t real, I was dreaming and would wake up and she wouldn’t be here. Until that happened, I would just hold her close to me so I wouldn’t forget this feeling. It was absolutely mental how much I loved her, and having her say it back last night was a dream come true.

I’ve imagine her saying it so many times, as sappy as it sounds. But when it comes to her, I’ll proudly be as sappy as they come. Only for her.

Paying attention back to my environment, I felt her breaths change. She stirred a little, and then put her hand on top of mine, putting her fingers in the spaces between mine. I smiled against her skin, and then pecked it lightly before scooting back up so I could see her face. Her eyes were still closed, but a small smile played on her lips. She was just so damn beautiful.

“Good morning.” My voice is scratchy and deeper than usual, but I needed to speak to her and hear her speak to me.

“I woke up and thought last night had been my imagination.” She said, her eyes still closed.

“Me too.”

“I’m afraid to open my eyes.” She whispers, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

I chuckle and kiss behind her ear. “Don’t be.” I hum into her ear, and back away slightly as I watch her reaction.

She squeezes my hand, and God does it feel incredible. She opens her eyes and rolls onto her back and looks me in the eye. Her eyes light up and her smile is so bright I couldn’t even stop every feeling coursing through my fucking body.

I prop myself up on my left elbow, and her eyes travel down to my exposed chest. A red blush covers her cheeks before she looks at me again. I smile wider at her, and move my hand from her stomach to her face. I rubbed my thumb back and forth on her jaw, slowly moving my head slowly toward her.

She widened her smile and I was so excited to kiss her again, and just as my lips were about to touch hers, she pushes my face away with her hand.

“Sorry,” she sings, rolling out of the bed. “Morning breath. Do you still have those unused toothbrushes?” she asks me from the bathroom, already rummaging through the drawers.

“Ugh.” I groan plopping my face back down on the mattress but facing the bathroom so I could see her brushing her teeth in the mirror.

“Found ‘em.” She mumbled, mostly to herself as she opened the packaged brush and put some of my toothpaste on it.

I might as well join her, I guess. I unwillingly rolled off the bed, landing on my feet. I tugged my pant legs down, I fucking hated pajama pants. I only tried to stand these red, plaid ones because Kelly gave them to me for Christmas last year.

I walked into the bathroom and Kelly looked up at me while lazily brushing her teeth. I smirked down at her and grabbed my toothbrush and paste and stood beside her. She looked at me in the mirror, and blushed again averting her gaze to the floor.

“Stop looking at me, you loser.” She rolls her eyes and spits her toothpaste in the sink and I do after her.

“There’s that charming personality I fell in love with.” I comment, as we rinse our mouths out.

She splashes water around the sink around the sink so all the foam goes down the drain before turning off the water and drying her hands.

I couldn’t handle watching her anymore while I stand here and stare at her. I put my hand on the exposed skin that was caused by her tank top rising up. She stumbled into me as I pulled her close. My thumbs swipe over her hip bones, and her hands come up to my chest.

They tauntingly slide up to my shoulders, a sweet smile etched on her face. I couldn’t help the fucking grin I had as she batted her eyes at me. “God I love you.”

I duck my head down to meet her lips. My eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, foreign yet so familiar. As her hands wrap around my neck, I feel the need to pull her closer than what seems humanly possible. I kiss her as hard as can, our mouths move in sync. Her lips were plump, full, every fucking thing you could imagine.

I deepened the kiss, this wasn’t like last nights. That was our first, it held more emotion but still all my love for her. This one was passion, this was me wanting to have her close to me, wanting to kiss her so bad, and just to be in physical contact with her.

My hands gripped her waist tightly as I hosted her up onto the counter. She gasped and chuckled when I set her down. She opened her legs and I walked in front of her. My lips never moved from hers, and I didn’t want them to. Unfortunately though, I had to. I pulled away and rest my forehead on hers while I tried to catch my breath.

Her cute as fuck giggle was released as she loosened he grip around my neck. I looked stared at her while she pulled her head away from mine. She kissed my forehead and my cheek before shaking her head, still laughing at me.

“What?” I pouted.

“I can’t believe you got into a fight. You’re so dumb.” She laughs harder. I don’t know why she found it so funny. But I got to hear here laugh, such a beautiful sounds, but I missed it.

I watched her laugh as I moved my hand up and down her thigh until she fell quiet again and just looked at me, observing my body.

“You’re wearing pajama pants? You hate them.” She stated.

“Why did you buy me some if you knew I couldn’t fucking stand them?” I asked jokingly.

“I thought they look good on you.” She shrug. “I was right.”

She was already driving me fucking crazy, and then she continued to stare at me. Her hand combed through my hair, and then she softly tugged at a piece, examining it. “Your hair is getting so long.” She mumbles the words, running her hands through more of my hair.

“I know, I need to cut it.” I say, never looking away from her eyes. “Everyone says it’s too long.”

“I think it’s perfect.” She smiles, “I’m just a little worried that sooner it will be longer than mine.”

“Then he can braid each other’s hair!” Kelly rolls her eyes again and looks at me.

“I love you.” She says, and holy shit does it feel amazing, just to hear her say it. This isn’t going to get old anytime soon. “Wait, why didn’t you tell me?” she asked me.

I guess the answer was simple, really. “Same reason you didn’t.”

“Oh, so you left all the pressure on me!? I was freaking out last night Harry.”

“I understand, I’m so attractive it must have been really intimidating coming here and confessing your love for someone like me.” I laugh, and squeeze her thigh.

“You’re right. I’ve never had to deal with someone so big headed.” I throw my head back in laughter. She sighs when I stop and runs her hands through my hair again. “I need to take a shower.”

“Let’s take one, then.”

Her eyes go wide and her mouth drops. She slaps me in the chest and whines, “Harry!”

“What? We’ll save water.” I wink at her. Damn Harry, you’re on a roll.

“I don’t think so. . . What time is it?” she asks.

I turn to my room and move out from her legs to look at the clock. “8:37.” When I turned she was jumping off the counter. I walked to her again, there was absolutely no way I was staying away from her now. “Stay here.” I kiss her forehead.

“I just need to shower.” She tries to say between giggles as I pepper kisses all over her face.

“Harry.” My mum’s voice comes from my bedroom door as she knocks on it.

“Uh, yea mum.” I answer, slightly taken by surprise. Kel covers her mouth he her hand to hide her giggles.

“Breakfast is ready darling.”

“Okay, I’ll be right out.” When it sounds like she’s walked away I whisper to Kelly. “Not sure she would be too happy walking in on me kissing my best friend.”

“Oh and Harry?” me and Kelly exchanged a wide eyed look.

“Yes?”

“Tell Kelly there’s enough for her.” Oh shit.

I move my hand up to cover my eyes. “Alright.” I answer, squeezing the bridge of my nose.

This time we hear her footsteps descend down the hall and Kelly just laughs. “Awh, Harry. Are you embarrassed?” she teases, poking the tip of my nose.

“Shut up.”

She walks into my room. “Guess my shower will have to wait.” She’s still laughing. “Can I borrow a shirt?” she asks, pulling a grey shirt from my drawer.

“Why bother asking if you’re going to do it anyway?” I ask, pulling a black one out.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs on the t-shirt. “Giving you the chance to pick the right decision.”

I hum in response, putting my arms and head through the shirt and then pulling it down my torso.

“Alright,” I sigh, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Let’s go get this over with.”

“What? What do you mean?” she furrowed her brows together.

I kissed her on the forehead. “Remember when I said we had a lot to talk about?”

She nodded, worry covering her face.

“Well, there’s more to talk about than you think.” I run a hand through my hair, already frustrated.

“Hey.” She whispers. She moves me to face her. She puts both of her hands on the side on either side of my face and looks intensely into my eyes. They move back and forth before she closes her eyes and places a soft kiss onto my lips before smiling and grabbing my hand to pull me out my bedroom door.

No doubt that I would be arriving to breakfast with the biggest idiotic grin on my face.

Notes

NO IT WAS NOT A DREAM!
This chapter got too long for everything I wanted to put in it. Such a shame.

If you haven't listened to the chapters song, you should.

Uhm, I hope it was okay! Comment, Comment, Comment!

I remember having a comment towards the beginning of this story asking for Harry's POV, so here it is! I tried, it's hard writing from his.

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