seraphic [h.s]

chapter thirteen.

I had well and truly not prepared myself for this. And I fought myself all over again to keep quiet and not bring up the elephant in the room that I wondered if Harry had even been aware of. Did he know that I knew? Maybe he hadn't felt my leg there anyway and we could totally let this blow over like I hadn't accidentally nudged his morning wood.

"Feelin' better this morning?" He asked, out into the blissful air between us. I nodded my head, feeling even more of his skin, until I slowly eased myself away from his body. I felt his hand drop from my hip as I sat upwards, an inch or so between us now. "Way better. Headaches gone and everything." I breathlessly laughed out, taking my hands out from underneath the covers and folding the sheets away from me. I rubbed at my eyes, wanting to take the sleep away from them and hoping I didn't look as awful as my mind did.

"S'good," He smirked, before lifting an arm and placing it behind his head, "I had a bangin' sleep, I think you might just be a stunner of a sleeping partner."

I let out a surprised chuckle, "That's awfully nice of you to say."

"You don't think I'm nice?" The tone he held within his voice was unmissable. Eerie even. Because as I met his gaze, I could not for the life of me seperate him as a person and the fact that I knew he was hard. "N- of course I think you're nice." I covered, stepping out of the beautiful warmth of the bed and letting my feet come in contact with the coolness of the floorboards. I turned back around, facing Harry as he lay comfortably in the same position. As I peered towards the mirror on the back of the closed door, my small smile dropped at the sight of my barely clothed body— another vital piece of last night that I had forgotten.

Swivelling my head back to the angelic man laying before me, he spoke, "M'nice when I want to be." His words cut through me, a cold sensation that made me shiver as I stood in just my bra and underwear, feeling so exposed from his stare alone. "You pick and choose when you want to be nice or not? I'm not surprised." I teased, using the elastic band on my wrist to gather my hair into a low bun.

"I learnt from the best." He grimaced, tilting his head towards me. "Excuse me? Oh please, whatever." I bent down, picking up my dress from the floor and shaking it out, knowing it was my only option of clothing and that sooner or later, we'd have to head home. I'd assumed that Harry hadn't driven here since he hadn't opted to take us home, therefore meaning that the rest of the crew would be spread out somewhere amongst the house. With my back to Harry, I smoothed down the length of my dress, trying to get out the creases that had formed from it being carelessly left on the floor.

With my focus trained on the task before me, my ears picked up on a sudden noise. The type of noise that happened when you shuffled on the bed and the four bottoms would slightly manoeuvre, "No fuckin' way." Harry gasped, causing me to instantly swing around and face him as he now sat on my side with his legs apart. "What? What's wrong?" I spat out, hoping there wasn't some disgusting bug crawling on me that I had been unaware of, because by the expression on Harry's face— wide eyes and rolled lips— it was the only reasonable thing I could think of.

"You've-" He pointed, his eyes trained down on my body, a look that made me want to shudder and squirm away, "A tramp stamp? A fuckin' tramp stam- there is absolutely no way sweet little Mabel has a tramp stamp." He gushed out, the shock on his face extremely evident. I was surprised it had taken him so long to notice it— not that I'd expected him to constantly watch near my ass— but it was summer, and for the past two years it was always around this time when I found it most difficult to hide the tattoo I'd decided to get at a scarily young age.

"What's so wrong with having a tramp stamp?" I questioned him with a hand on my hip.

"It's definitely not somethin' I expected from you."