Knocked Up. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 47

"Today at 3? Where?" Harry speaks to the phone, his husky sleepy voice waking me up slowly. "Okay, I'll be there. Is Tim going to be there?"

I stretch my arms over him, groaning lowly and resting my head om his naked chest.

"I'm glad he's not, I'll bring Sienna with me then." He says, making me open my eyes looking at him with my chin resting on his chest. "The baby will stay here, yes."

I blink, confused of what we have to do today, but I'm too tired to even ask. "See you later then." He hangs up the phone, putting his phone on the side table.

"Hi." I say, my voice is a bit slow, I'm still sleepy. Its so early, not even 7 am.

"Good morning, honey bunny." He runs a hand through my hair, pushing my hair back.

"Honey bunny?" I laugh, climbing him up, my face closer to his. "Are we in that  phase of the relationship already?" 

I'm glad we are still under the covers, its really cold even when the heater is on. His chest is a bit cold, but it feels warm against me. I don't know how he still sleeps without a shirt on, not like I mind the view of his naked torso, but the weather is simply too cold.

"Maybe." He hugs me by my waist, turning my body to lay under him. "Honey-buns."

"Smoochie-boo." I say while he kisses my nose, making me giggle.

"I kinda like it." He places a kiss in the border of my lips, my eyes closing while I run my hand on his back.

"Boo-bear." I say, feeling his lips trail kisses on the border of my jaw.

"Sugar-bunch." He finally pecks my lips, I giggle hugging him closer.

"Muffin-man." I roll over him, my hair falling over his face.

"Doll face." He chuckles, moving my hair away from my face.

"Why is this turning me on?" I laugh, cupping his face with my hands, running my thumbs on his cheeks.

"Ooh! Do you like being called dollface?" He says with a smirk, I laugh in response.

"No! Well, yes... But not in that way." I stare at his green eyes, biting my lip. "I guess I just like the way you say it."

"C'me here." He half smiles, moving my face closer to his and locking our lips. The sweetest lips on earth, they fit perfectly against mine. "I love you, baby girl."

"Oh my." I laugh in the kiss, rolling to my side, my hands still on his face. I don't understand why it sounds so sexy being called names by him. Maybe is his raspy morning voice.

We get lost in the kiss, our tongues pressing against each other and our hands exploring our bodies. I totally forget to ask him who called him so early, or what are our plans for this afternoon, I just focus on him and his incredibly good lips. We kiss slow, being consumed by the sweet-silly atmosphere we created. I love going slow, is so personal and real. The touch of his cold hands inside my shirt send shivers up my spine.

But soon enough, we stop being all cute, needing each other like never before. I can feel my body asking for him, and is now that I remember we should be taking things slow, but I couldn't care less. I love this man and I'm not letting my stupid head control me.

"Fuck, I missed your body." He says breaking our kiss, moving his lips to my neck, sucking slightly. This is the first time we get this far, our last contact was back in the Empire State building. We needed each other.