Complicity [h.s]

03

CHAPTER 3,4,5 ARE UP!

Harry Styles

"Rise and shine..."

I feather my eyes open, light invading my pupils before they get to adjust. Blurry vision, I blink a few times until focusing on an angelic face above mine.

Noses almost touching and a weight on my hips, I adapt my sight up at the beautiful sight of a woman straddling my hips and smiling at me. Her ocean-blue eyes are hard to draw away from in this radiant sunlight.

Aven.

I smile to myself and shut my eyes again, my hands grabbing her hips with a circle of my thumbs.

"What time is it?" I hum.

"Nine."

I open my eyes to realize how much warm light has leaked in from the right wall of windows overlooking the ocean. The volumes of rippling tides crash the sandy shoreline, bringing me to peace. The sun basks over the horizon on this perfect luminous day.

I feel so warm.

"Nine is early," I rasp.

"But I'm bored. Entertain me..." She runs her hands up my bare chest.

I smile to myself and stare down the length of her body. She's wearing nothing but a white lace bra and matching panties.

"And how would I do that?" I stare up at her straddling my hips. Her hands continue up and down my smooth chest.

She doesn't answer but her eyes hold a world of mischief as she bends forward and meets my lips. I shut my eyes and smile from the contact, gripping her sides. She kisses me unhurriedly, savouring the moment.

When she draws back, I open my eyes again with a smile I can't rid. I blush at her with my head on the feather pillows. She gleams at me with the same tender grin.

"Something like that?" She whispers.

I gaze in silence, taking in her grace. The pink of her cheeks contrast so angelically with her eyes. Those cherry pink lips are carved by the heavens. I can kiss them all day.

"I love you so much," I whisper in awe.

She grins, biting her lip like she wants to comprise herself. Her blonde hair is all ruffled from her sleep, some strands resting in her eyes. She's effortlessly flawless.

"I love you t—"

She quits mid-sentence, her face dropping.

I furrow my brows. Staring up at her as shock fills her face. Her eyes cement wide, staying attached to mine. I circle my thumbs on her hips, trying to comprehend what's happening.

"What's wrong?"

She looks frightened.

She swallows before looking down at her chest. Right as she does so, a fresh slice carves right under her collarbone. It emerges out of nowhere. Before I know it, blood starts pouring down her torso.

My eyes go wide, her head tilting back up at the same time to stare at me again. Fear washes her skin pale, the fresh red blood blanketing down her body from a wound that appeared from thin air. In seconds, the blood is already down on my lap beneath her.

"Oh my g—" I shoot up as she tilts off my hips. I flip us over so her back swims in the white duvet and I'm on top. I sit up on her body and stare down at her chest in fright. The blood pours viciously across her skin, staining the white bra.