Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 43

I woke up the next morning when it thundered. It was still raining out. I don't think it has stopped since it started last night. I see Harry's black shirt on the floor and pick it up to put it on along with my bra and underwear. I had to giggle when I saw the rose on the end table and see Harry still asleep. So I climbed on his lap and straddled his thighs over the blankets. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He didn't look like he was ready to wake up. The mess of curls on top of his head amused me a little and he ran a hand over his face before returning his hands to my legs. "Morning." I say and lean over to kiss him once and he groans, rubbing his eye. He's such a little kid when he wakes up. 

"Fuck." he curses and I raise an eyebrow as he shifts and makes an uncomfortable face. 

"What?" I ask and he frowns. "I'm sorer than shit, damn it." he says and I laugh. "What's sore?" I ask and he furrows his eyebrows at me. "My back, my abs, everything your sitting on right now." he finally cracks a laugh at the end of his sentence and I move back a little to relieve his discomfort. "Then turn over. I'll fix it." I say cheerfully and he gives me a weary look before shaking his head. "That's too much effort." he complains and I laugh, moving off of him so he could move. He rolls over and I return to sitting on him again and rub out the tight muscles throughout his back. 

I was more interested in the contoured lines on his back, especially when he moved his arm. "You should stop working out Harry." I say and see his eye open from the side. "Why? It's my anger management." he mumbles and I chuckle. "You're too buff. It drives me crazy. Stop it." I say and see him smirk. "I don't complain when you wear those tight ass jeans. You know those drive me nuts. Your point?" he asks and I furrow my eyebrows. "Really?" I ask and he laughs. "It doesn't take much from you Caroline." he says with his eyes closed. "And besides, nobody weak could ever satisfy you." he says confidently and I laugh, laying down with my hands on his shoulders to kiss his cheek. "You're the only one that has. Don't let your ego explode." I say and he laughs. Except when he pushed himself up, I fell off to the side and he tackled me, rolling off the bed, he landed over me on his palms. 

"Ego huh?" he asks and I rake a hand through his hair to mess it up more. "I thought you were sore?" I ask him and he laughs. "I am. That hurt like hell." he says placing a hand over his stomach. The sheets were still wrapped around him but I don't think he cared. "So what are we doing today?" I ask, sitting up on my elbows and he plants a kiss on my lips. He tasted like the wine from last night. All I could taste of myself is the metallic aftertaste of his blood. 

"I don't know. Are you done recording with Ed?" he asks and I shrug. "We have a few more things to do today and that's it." I tell him and he shrugs. "Then after you get those taken care of, why don't we pack up and I can get our plane home." he says and I look at him funny. "Why so early?" I ask and he smirks. "So we can start packing." he winks and I laugh. "How are we going to get all of your stuff across the ocean without taking a cargo ship?" I ask and he rolls his eyes. "It's already furnished, we don't have to bring everything." he says and stands up off me. 

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"Don't you have an album Launch in two days, Harry?" I ask on the plane and he stares in the distance for a moment before giggling. "Yeah, I do." he says quietly and shoves a grape in his mouth. "So.... we can move after your album launch." I say with an amused smirk and he frowns. "Bloody hell." he curses under his breath and shoves another grape in his mouth with a frown. I laughed. "Didn't think that one through, did you?" I ask him and he sends me a look. 

"Hush." he grumbles and I laugh, plucking a grape off of his tray and eating it. "Cute." I roll my eyes and he hooks an arm around my neck, pulling me into his chest and holding me here. "The attitude is not necessary." he says amused as I couldn't free myself. But somehow when I tugged hard enough, I slipped off the seat and half drug him with me. Which made me more frustrated. "Reason number two why you shouldn't keep working out." I huff and he smirks. "Why? Cause you can't beat me?" he says and I frown, sitting in the isle. It was a private jet, we were the only ones back here. I can look as stupid as I want.