Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 28

I peak my eyes open, looking around to complete darkness. I don't have to think twice about where I am, though. It smells like Harry, I'm cozy, and feel a sense of being well rested. Although I can't see around me, I am, however, surrounded in blankets, warmth, and Harry's arms. While sleeping, I guess I had shifted to lay almost completely on top of him. My head is now resting on his bare chest, our legs intertwined.

I feel his steady heartbeat, and soft skin underneath my fingertips. His chest is warm, helping me stay comfortable, temperature wise.

I turn on my side, snuggling up in his soft blankets. I felt bad being on top of Harry, honestly probably crushing him. Even if I was, he'd be too nice to say anything. Harry automatically turns on his side, instinctually pulling me into him. I sigh, feeling comfortable and happy with Harry's chest pressed against my back. His face is pressed into my hair, and his hands drape over my hip. I sigh, falling back asleep. Isn't it so lovely to have someone to love?

*

The second time I wake up, it's by a gentle voice.

"Good morning, baby," I hear Harry's morning voice gently say, his lips pressing to my forehead. I flutter my eyes open, and see Harry with 2 plates of food.

"Is this for me?" I ask, and blink twice to make sure I'm seeing correctly. I stare at the waffles, fried eggs, strawberries, and coffee, and then back up at Harry. Harry is wearing a soft gray t shirt, black sweatpants, and a red bandana tied in his hair. Huh. That's new. Cute, I like it.

He nods with a soft smile, kissing my lips gently. "It is. I felt bad that you had cramps, so I wanted to make you feel better with some nice warm breakfast," Harry states, and I swear I almost pass out at how thoughtful he is. He blushes as he speaks, which makes everything 10x cuter.

"Oh my god, you didn't need to do this, thank you so much," I gush, and Harry smiles. My heart beats fast, feeling so much love for this boy.

"I wanted to, I wanted you to be happy," he says, sitting onto the bed. I sit up, and stretch, then lean in to kiss him properly. He lets out a soft, quaint sigh against my lips,

"Thank you, Harry. I love you," I look into his eyes, kissing him once more.

"I love you, too, darling." He takes his phone out, snapping a picture of our fancy breakfast and posting it on Instagram.

He captions "I'm quite the chef," and I laugh at his cockiness. It's true.

"Aren't people going to speculate that it's me that you're with?" I ask, noticing the white bed sheets under the plates in his picture.

"Probably, but I don't care. It's subtle, so it's kind of good," I nod, understanding. That makes sense, I guess.

"So, I was thinking after my meeting at 1, we could go grocery shopping and make dinner together. Sound good?" Harry asks, as we begin to start eating our food.

I nod, eating some of my strawberries.

"Sounds perfect! I'll just go home and rest, and then shower and stuff during that time," I say, criss-crossing my legs to be a little more comfortable.

"You can stay here, it would be pointless to go to your place and then back here after 2 hours," he says, and I blush at the thought of Harry letting me stay at his place alone. It shouldn't mean anything, but it does.

"Oh, okay. Are you sure?" I ask timidly, afraid to push any unknown boundaries.

"Of course, Av. You stay here enough with me, of course you can alone. It's not like you're going to trash the place," he laughs, making it seem very casual. He's the cutest.