Harry's Author // H.S

Chapter 50

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The sun rays peeked through the small blinds hanging over the window. I felt a strong arm wrapped around my waist, and a face nuzzled into the skin of my neck. I felt very hot breath hover over the bare skin on my neck, making the hairs stand up as a shiver travelled up and down my spine. I smiled at the peace and serenity of the moment, and of the long lasting memory of last night.

Last night had been the first night I'd ever slept at Harry's for the entire night. I felt ready, he was too. He was very respectful of that aspect of me.

I wiggled a little under his strong arm, glancing at our fingers intertwined.

Had we slept like that all night?

I slowly managed to turn my head over to gaze at his beautiful face. Small rays of the sun had landed on his glowing face, enhancing the already, astonishing features that were displayed. His cheeks were quite rosy, his tanned skin was vibrant, and his mess of curls scattered all over his head, only a few strands dangling on his forehead. His full pink lips were practically drawing me to them.

How someone looked this flawless in the morning was beyond me.

As I wiggled under his grip a little more, to turn around and face him, I heard him groan indicating that he was awake.

I felt him shift, as his arm held behind my waist to pull me closer to his chest, as his hand rested firmly on my upper back. I know how much he adored being held as well, so I took the privilege in wrapping my arm around his waist, holding him tight as I kept my eyes planted on his beautiful face.

I heard him hum for a second, then blinked a few times, adjusting his vision before looking at me, and giving me a lazy smile.

"Good morning," His husky tone was enough to give me goosebumps.

I couldn't hold back a giggle, admiring how adorable he was in the mornings.

I could get used to this.

"Morning," I greeted him with a sweet voice.

His eyes returned to being closed, continuing to talk to me in his rather sexy, raspy voice. "You hungry, babe?"

My heart fluttered at the way he called me babe. I could definitely get used to that too. Though, we hadn't really identified what we were as a couple yet. I suppose labels are overrated anyways.

I buried my head into his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, "A little."

"I could get up," Harry slurred, "Make us some breakfast."

I hummed at his warm touch, as his hand began rubbing circles on my back soothing me.

I heard its a trick he'd done with his fans to calm them down. It worked.

"Not yet," I sighed, enjoying this moment way too much, "Lets just stay here for a little while."

I felt Harry's head move in a nodding motion, as his grip on me remained firm, holding me close to him. "I like that better."

I felt a smile play on my lips, as my eyes fluttered close, and I was pulled into a slumber again.

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Sooner or later, I woke up again, but with no Harry by my side this time.

My eyes travelled around the room, as I sat up, wondering where he went. I then began to let my nose be my guide, and smelled the sensation of sausages, pancakes and eggs. I sighed in delight at the delicious smell. I quickly brushed my teeth, and combed through the knots of my thick, curly hair that had thankfully turned out successfully wavy this spring morning, before I followed the smell into the kitchen.