MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~14~~

Allowing my eyes to slowly unpeel after being hit with the agonising morning light, I am met with a sight that I should have presumed, but still unexpected. Harry's face was squelched deep into the pillow that lay beside mine, visible creases dormant on his forehead, even in his sleep he looked incensed.

But even in this serious state, I didn't want any part of this moment to end.

Harry fell asleep almost instantly last night, it looked like he was completely exhausted, and didn't even flinch when I dabbed off a few of the remanence of the last bit of stray blood. I managed to get a look at his stomach when he rolled on his side and his shirt hiked up a little, exposing a bright purple contusion, my mind fading in and out of horrible self-conclusions as to what may have happened to him. I only prayed that whatever I came up with in my head was a lot worse than what actually happened.

I blink my eyes a few more times intently, desperately trying to get them to adjust to the morning light. The vagrant curl that had fallen across his eye didn't even startle him, however when I subconsciously reach my finger out to move it from his face and left my finger circulate down the side of his exposed cheek, his emerald eyes flutter open to gaze straight back into mine.

I felt my heart drop when I released that I had just caressed him without even knowing it and hastily retracted my hand.

A slight breathily chuckle forms but is saturated in a husky rasp of his morning voice. A sound that made my heart flutter.

"Morning" I decide to attempt to hide my awkwardness.

"Good morning, Charlotte" he answers, the rasp still evident as he rolls over onto his back, a slight pained groan accompanying it.       

"Are you okay?"

He peers at me sideways through his recently closed eyes. "Charlotte, you and I are never going to speak of last night again." The stern nature returning in his voice as he yet again orders me another rule to follow.

I fight back a little, knowing it probably won't get me anywhere. "Harry, we don't have to be like that."

"Be like what?"

"I don't need to be another one of your secrets, you can share things with me" I stated, obvious introversion masking my poor confidence endeavour.

"Secrets?" he repeats, mockery in his statement.

I shoot him a dumbfounded look. "You know what I mean, Harry." I flop over on my back now, so we lay side by side on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "You try and give off this whole mysterious vibe, Harry. But you do it to protect yourself, I know you do. I can see it. You're not fooling me. I'm just letting you know that you don't need to do it with me"

Harry's face appears on top of me as he towers his body over the top of me, a hand falling to either side of my head, halting my breath at this position.

"Thanks" he mocks, tilting his head slightly to the side, "and don't think I've forgotten that you broke a rule last night"

I look at him with confusion.

"You were outside the hotel after 7pm" he reminds as I give him a staggered gaze.

"Oh, come on, I think tending to a broken Harry gives me leeway for my rule break." I defend.

Harry's left eyebrow raises slightly at me as his eyes dart away from mine for a moment as he thinks about an answer.

"It's a good pitch, but no" his eyes find their way back to mine, amusement filling them as disappointment washes through mine.