Once Upon A Double Chin

Chapter 11; Names and A Kiss

Chapter 11:

K.

I woke up in my bed, but I don’t recall ever coming home from the airport. Actually, if we’re going to be honest, I don’t remember even seeing Harry get off the plane. It was a moment of complete confusion. Not only did I not remember the whole getting-into-my-bed situation, I was also asleep on the opposite side of my bed, which is unusual.

Yes, I have a side. It’s all mine and I’ve slept in it since I was like 14, so it has a body indent and it happens to be the most comfortable thing to lay on in the entire world.

A snore made my heart stop. Please don’t tell me I had sex with Harry again. PLEASE.

My mind tried to tell me that I was wearing clothes, so I couldn’t possibly have slept with anybody, but I wouldn’t put it past Harry to think I’m cold and like dress me.

God, that would be weird. I chuckled at that thought. I mean, that kid is so awkward, I’m sure he would totally dress a girl to ‘be a gentleman’.

I don’t know why, but I refused to turn around; refused to see the reality that Harry Styles was back and in my bed. No matter what I told myself, nothing could get me to accept it unless I absolutely had to. But then I heard a voice. The voice I part-dreaded, part-loved to hear at the moment and I tensed up. Of course, he felt it.

“K? You okay?” He mumbled, and goodness gracious his raspy voice literally made me groan in annoyance.

“No. I’m not okay. Your morning voice is unbelievably sexy and god dammit I wasn’t ready for it.” I snapped and buried my head into the pillow. I really need to stop speaking my mind.

He laughed. Yeah, I was laying there, burying my face into my own pillow in my own god damn house out of complete embarrassment and he was laughing at me. Probably naked, too.

“I’m sorry it overwhelmed you. I always thought it was the hair flip, to be honest.” He said with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes at that one and rolled over to face him. Thank God, he’s fully clothed. “Making references to your own songs? How…. pathetic.” I emphasized the last word and smirked up at him. He looked down at me, trying to hold in his laughter before letting it out.

God, his laugh is so melodic.

“How rude, my dear K.” He exclaimed, while brushing a piece of hair out of my face. I shouldn’t even have to point out that I blushed, but – in case you didn’t know – I blushed. “Awwww, look at you.” He cooed and I literally smacked him before getting up and going to make tea.

The other girls – if they were even here – must have still been sleeping, because it was already half 11 and we were the only two up.

“How do you like your tea?” I asked Harry, who had come down to join me only seconds after myself.

“Just a bit of creamer, and no sugar. Thanks, love.” He responded from the doorway. I simply nodded my head before putting the kettle on the stove.

“Hey, K?” He asked, moving further into the kitchen and standing in between my legs while I sat on the counter.

“Yes, Harry?” I smirked and started playing with his hair, scratching his scalp and getting a moan in return. My smirk turned into a small grin.

“Is ‘K’ short for anything?” My fingers froze for a few seconds before moving my hands again.

I coughed awkwardly. “Uhmm… ermmmm.. Yeah, it, uh, is. But it doesn’t matter. I haven’t gone by that name for a long time.”