Fourth Lessons- how to wait.
I woke up to a sunny day and immediately a jolt of panic surged through my body. I certainly wasn't in my bedroom, and I had no idea where I was. The throbbing pain in my head, along with my hurting eyes didn't help to make me feel at ease.
I blinked several times, taking in the darks cover over my body and recognizing details around me, the half wall that lead to another room, the dark wooden door to a bathroom, the dark wooden closet with a green fabric stripe hanging from one of the knobs. Harry's cologne everywhere.
Harry's. I was in Harry's room.
Turning around as I did proved to be a huge mistake, my head throbbing even quicker and harder. I groaned, blinking several times until the world stopped spinning.
Harry was lying on his stomach, his face buried on the pillow, his arm under the pillow while his other hand was over it, near his face and his hair messy and pointing at every direction. This kind of worked for me, as it gave me an opportunity to ogle at him. It took me a lot of effort not to trail my fingers down his back, tracing the muscles there. Instead I just laid there, closing my eyes to continue sleeping.
It was nice, his bed. Come to think about it, I didn't even know how I ended up there. The last thing I remembered, almost everyone had left Niall's party and we were talking in the living room. I remembered Niall, Louis and Liam were still there, drinking beers and making it impossible to me to understand a thing they were saying with their slurry accents. I was almost sure I had fallen asleep on the couch while they laughed about something silly.
I suddenly felt Harry's big hand traveling from my hips to my ass, squeezing it and leaving it there. I opened my eyes and looked at him, ready to scold him, but he was still asleep. I huffed, taking his hand off me and going back to sleep, this time a little more conscious about the different snores that were feeling the apartment.
The slam of a door woke me up startled, sitting up at once and noticing Harry standing by the bathroom. A towel was hanging from his hips and his skin was glistening with the droplets of water. I felt my mouth watering.
"Sorry." He winced, striding up to the bed and leaving a kiss on my cheek to then walk to his closet "There's a toothbrush for you in there. You can shower if you want."
"I don't have any more clothes." Damn, a shower would be nice. My whole body felt sticky and sweaty.
"You can use mine." He shrugged, tapping my ass when I walked by him on my way to the bathroom.
"Leave my ass alone, Styles."
15 minutes later I was poking my head out of the bathroom, careful not to show my naked body.
"What are you doing?" He laughed, looking at me from his spot on the bed.
"I need clothes."
"Come and get them."
"There are people outside!" I whispered, shaking my head no.
"So, if we were alone..."
"Clothes, Styles."
He took some clothes from the closet and walked up to me, leaning to give me several kisses, still holding the clothes.
"Please tell me you're going commando."
"Shut up." I laughed, hitting him on his forehead and taking the clothes from him.
I looked ridiculous. The sweatpants were a little long on me and the shirt was incredibly big. I didn't even know why he liked those damn big shirts. I sighed, putting my hair in a ponytail and getting out of the bathroom.
