One Shot Requests. [CLOSED]

[HarryStyles] Wake Up Call - Torannah

“Get up.” Someone lays his body on mine, causing me to groan, all of his weight is pressing against my body, I can’t move, he’s so annoying.

Kicking my feet, I bite down on my lower lip, suddenly wide awake, which is exactly what he wanted, that’s all he wanted, to wake me up in the most obnoxious way.

I know exactly who it is by now, and he knows better than to do this, he’s such a jerk at times, I hate being woken up like this, he knows that.

There’s nothing okay with being woken up like this. He easily could have done what everyone thinks he would, you know, the gentle kisses and combing his fingers through your hair.

Nope, that’s not what I get, and I'm the one he wakes up every morning when he’s around. Because he’s rarely around, so I would like to be woken up that way, that would be nice.

Wait, he’s home?

Moving my arms from underneath my pillow, struggling against his weight, I place my hands on his side, realizing that he’s lying horizontal across my stomach.

“Get off,” I whimper out, torn between wanting to see him and upset with how he woke me up. It’s nice to have him wake me up, especially after so long, but it was so rude.

He removes his weight from my body, only to drop himself down on me once more, only this time he’s directly on top of me.

Sighing softly, I realize that for right now, I'm stuck on my side, I can barely see him, only out of the corner of my dark blue eyes can I see his gorgeous green eyes gazing into mine.

Pressing his lips against my neck, he laughs softly at my discomfort underneath his body. It’s not that he’s heavy; it’s simply that he’s on top of me after not seeing me for almost three months.

When we first got together, I lived in the States, and I think I saw him more when I lived there than I see him now that I'm living with him in London.

Not that it’s ruining our relationship. I strongly believe that distance makes the heart grow fonder, and even though people think that he doesn’t call me every day he does.

I get calls at two in the morning, sometimes because he doesn’t remember there’s a time difference, and others because it’s the second time he’s calling me and he just needs to vent.

The fans, I, he doesn’t know, simply because he doesn’t realize, that I deleted my Twitter account, not that it was important in my life anyway, I rarely used it, but I didn’t like reading the things that his fans had to say about me.

My body shivers as he tucks a strand of my dirty blonde hair behind my ear, he smirks. “Good morning, Tori.”

“Harry, get off of me.” I try to stay stubborn, I'm a stubborn person, but no one would be able to know that if they only saw me around Harry.

He looks at me, with those big, pretty green eyes, and that knee-weakening smile, and I tend to forget how angry he made me because he did something stupid.

My mom didn’t really like the idea of me moving to London for him, but we’ve been together for almost a year and a half.

Sure, moving to the other side of the world was a little insane, especially since he’s gone most of the time with touring, interviews, and whatever else is going on.

It was a cultural shock; their English isn’t the same as it is in America. And it was even more of a shock when people here, girls mostly, young girls, knew who I was.

At first, I didn’t know what to do. I was known by people I’ve never met before. It was the same in America, I was known by One Direction fans there, but this time I wasn’t on my turf, I was on theirs.