𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐬 [𝐡.𝐬]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

He pushed me towards the room opposite.
'I'll sleep on the floor' he explained as he opened the door
'Wow' I exclaimed, 'a California king bed'
'Yep, it's all yours for tonight' he laughed.
'I can't do that' I spoke softly
'Or we can both sleep in it' he said seductively 'it's big enough'
'No silly business though' I mumbled
'Wouldn't dream of it' he said
He walked over to his closest and chucked me a t-shirt it was huge,
'The bathrooms there' he pointed towards a wooden door with a silver handle,
'Cheers' I replied

I walked into the warm bathroom and sat on the loo, this is so unreal, this man is perfect, and I hardly know who he is. I removed my shorts and top and slid into the t-shirt, it smelt of roses and lavender. Printed on the front was petals in a pink background. This all seemed very feminine. I loved it. It fell to my knees and covered me perfectly.
I pushed open the door to the bathroom and he's stood there looking at me
'Hey angel' he smiled, this nickname made me melt and I felt butterflies in my stomach. They fluttered to my heart and warmed it. Love.
'Hey' I said awkwardly, he walked past me into the bathroom
I got into bed and pulled the sheets up to my chin. I closed my eyes and started to drift away
"Just going to stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright, because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie"

A voice sang from the bathroom, it was angel like, and I fell asleep to the singing of Harry Edward Styles.

The next morning

'Morning sunshine' Harry lightly shook me awake, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the blurry face above me, his hair was ruffled and out of place and his eyes had collected "sleepy dust"
'You have a really amazing voice' I mumbled my voice breaking half way through the sentence
'Thanks' he blushed and turned away 'breakfast?'
'Hell yes' I shouted jumping out of his bed and running for the kitchen, he laughed,
'WAIT FOR ME!' he screeched after me, I could hear the familiar noise of feet running up behind me and before I could think twice I was over Harry's shoulder and chucked on the sofa
'MY KITCHEN!' he giggled as he opened the swing doors.
I regained my composure and headed towards the kitchen; I slowly opened the swing doors. I creeped up behind him and jumped on his back. He jumped from shock, dropped the toast he was holding and grabbed my thighs to support me.
'Hey' I whispered in his ear...