"It will take a while,
To make you smile,
Somewhere in these eyes,
I'm on your side."
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I woke up the next morning expecting Harry to be long gone, but I was presently surprised when I opened my eyes to his chiseled face meeting my gaze. I swore he looked just like a Greek God from those history books in school.
His long brown curls were messily draped over my baby blue cased pillows. The morning sun was peaking slightly through the curtains, dancing across his face.
He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. I just sat there watching him breathe. I couldn't believe he was real. I couldn't believe any of it was real.
I was in way too deep, and I couldn't help but feel a little scared. I liked him, like really liked him, and I didn't know if he felt the same.
I mean what did a guy who looked like that want with a girl like me.
I was shy and awkward and inexperienced. He could have had any girl he wanted, and they would have come running after him like a lost puppy.
But for some reason, he wanted me.
At least I hoped he did.
I convinced myself I was probably just overthinking like always, and decided I should probably just get up so I could brush my teeth. I didn't want him to wake up to my morning breath.
I rolled over slowly, trying my best not to wake him, finally ready to get up. Just before my feet hit the ground, Harry's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my back into him.
I couldn't help but giggle as I landed on the sheets, my back hitting his front.
"Where are you going?" He asked groggily, with that raspy morning voice.
His voice in the morning may have been one of the sexiest thing I had ever heard. At that point, I thought all he would have had to do was look at me, and all my clothes would have fallen off.
"Good morning to you too." I said, making sure I was facing away from him.
"Morning." He muttered, nuzzling his head into my neck.
"Harry I need to brush my teeth." I tried to get up again, but he pulled in tighter.
"No. Stay." He groaned.
"Trust me you don't want to smell my morning breath." I muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed.
I was aways self conscious, and easily embarrassed, especially around him.
"I don't care." He let out a breathy laugh.
"Well I do."
I yelped as he flipped me around by my hips, so I was facing him. He had his eyes peaking open, just enough for me to see the green in his irises. I swore he had the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.
He opened them more, as he traced over my face, like he was trying to study me. I watched as that familiar smirk appeared again, and I could tell he was up to something.
Before I knew it he was quickly leaning in, like he was going to kiss me. I pulled back as fast as I could, trying to dodge his lips.
Who would've thought I would be denying a kiss from Harry Styles?
"What are you doing?" I questioned, looking back at him wide eyed.
"Telling you good morning." He replied, leaning in, before I pulled away again.
