Adore [H.S.]

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Pusher Love Girl - Justin Timberlake 

ISABELLA

His face looked peaceful. His face seemingly at ease with each inhale and exhale of breath. I watched as his bare chest would rise and fall at a steady rhythm. His curls a mess against his pillows. His hair had grown out since his last cut a few months ago, but it was still manageable. His arms held me tight against his body, our legs entangled with one another. The sheets have been tossed and turned throughout the night, leaving only a thin piece to cover our bodies. 

I watched him quietly. Even in his sleep, Harry had managed to look flawless. I studied every dip and crevice of his face. My fingers run across the stubble on his jawline and lightly over his lips, still being careful enough to not wake him. It was incredible that he managed to look handsome, even in a unconscious state. Like a feather, I lightly trace my fingers over his sparrow tattoos. Then, I carefully trace over the lines of his butterfly tattoo. It still amazed me that a man who seemed hard around the edges would have a tattoo of something so delicate. However, the harsh black lines of the moth-like butterfly was still manly. It was still sexy. 

Then again, anything that Harry did was sexy. 

Suddenly, his grip on my waist grows tighter. He brings me closer to his body, his even breathing starts to grow deeper. "Mmm," he hums under his breath. His eyes are still screwed shut. I quickly shut my eyes and steady my breathing. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch me staring at him whilst he slept. 

How embarrassing would that be? Our first official night together and he wakes up to me watching him sleep. 

"Baby," his morning voice brings heat to my cheeks. Damn him for sounding even sexier in the morning. How did I manage to snag him and call him mine? 

I flutter my eyes open, hopefully portraying the 'just woke up' look perfectly. "Yeah?" I suppress a yawn, my eyes screwing shut. 

Harry wraps me closer towards him, if that was even possible. His face nudges into my skin; the place where neck and shoulder meet. He mumbles something against my skin, too inaudible for me to understand. 

"What's that, babe?" I ask him, my fingers threading through his curls. 

He pulls back, his tired eyes looking longingly at me. "I said, stop staring at me." 

Automatically, I feel my cheeks burn up. I nudge my face into his chest while wrapping my legs around his waist. "I don't know what you're talking about," I say. My voice muffled by his body. 

"Sure baby," he chuckles. "It's cute that you watch me as I sleep. A bit creepy if it was anyone else. But not with you." I shake my head sheepishly, completely embarrassed that I've been caught. 

His hands reach down and under my legs, repositioning me around his body. My knees are on either side of his waist, somehow moved into a straddling position. My back is arched while my head is still buried into his chest. 

Harry's hands begin to rub up and down my arms. They make their way through my matted curls and back down my spine. His rough fingers tickle my skin, earning himself a giggle from my lips. "That tickles," I squeal. Instead of stopping, this only encourages him to run his hands over my spine once more. "Harry!" I laugh against his chest, swatting him playfully on the arm. 

"I didn't know you were ticklish," he smirks. 

His hands find home once again on my skin. His hands cup my ass, squeezing it gently. A small moan escapes my lips. Harry smirks slightly at the sound. He moves his hands from my bum, up and under my shirt and towards my chest. "Harry," I moan as his hands cup my breasts, massaging them with his strong grip.