Just a Roommate (H.S)

Chapter 43

When I wake up, I feel an ache in my lower stomach. It isn't an excruciating pain. It is more of a dull throb. An annoyance if anything.

I keep my eyes closed as thoughts of last night flood my mind in vivid detail. The memories of Harry kissing my skin in a comforting manner, our bodies becoming one. Immediate butterflies swarm my stomach at the imagery.

A buzz of happiness stirs in my chest. I feel new. Like a newly created body, with freshly formed skin. I feel as if I am glowing, my body radiating like a glow stick.

I stretch my body, my legs grazing against Harry's. The bristles of his leg hairs tickle my skin. I feel his large hand travel up my hip, resting in the dip of my waist.

"Rise and shine, pretty girl," I hear his deep voice rasp.

I involuntarily smile as I flutter my eyes open. Harry stares at me, half of his face hidden into his pillow. His dark hair is messily tousled, scattering in different directions on his head. His revealed eye appears heavy.

I don't know why but I feel a little nervous. Like it was our first time meeting each other again.

"Morning," I reply with a yawn.

He presses his lips together as he repositions himself so that his entire face is revealed. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," I tell him truthfully. "Really good. What about you?"

"Hmm," he murmurs, a confident smirk forming on his lips. "Quite phenomenal."

I feel my face heat up slightly. "How long have you been up?"

"Maybe forty five minutes."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh so were you just casually watching me sleep, weirdo?"

"Mhm. You look hilarious when you sleep by the way," he informs me in an amused tone.

"Oh shut up," I roll my eyes, feeling insecurity creep up my spine.

"I'm serious. For a second there I thought you were possessed. Mouth wide open, eyes half way open. Drool. I almost called a damn priest."

My jaw drops. "Well. I'm never sleeping around you again."

"I one-hundred percent doubt that statement," he hums as he props his head up with his elbow.

"What time is it anyway?" I ask, noticing the sunlight pouring into the living room.

He grabs his phone off the night stand, clicking the power button to see the time. He shrugs. "Eleven. We actually are supposed to check out in like an hour."

I hastily lean up in the bed. "Oh my god. Why didn't you wake me earlier?"

"Well for starters I didn't know if I was going to wake up my sweet Aria or fucking Lucifer," he retorts with a smirk.

"I need to shower," I shake my head, ignoring his comment.

I whip my legs around the bed and hop off the high bed. My naked feet come in contact with the sleek wood. I feel a slight burn in my inner thighs, but nothing too extreme -- much better than I did last night. I quickly snatch my panties off the floor.

"Where is the bathroom?" I ask Harry as I slide on my underwear.

"To the left right after you walk out of here," he says as he sits up on the bed. "Grab your clothes from last night. You'll have to wear those until we get home."

I nod and gather my clothes, which were scattered across the hardwood. I walk towards the bedroom door but pause before exiting. I look back at Harry.