HARRY
I wake up to the light coming in the giant windows around us, only a thin white curtain keeping the scorching sun from pouring in. I roll over in the heavy comforter to come face-to-face with her, peaceful as ever and very much asleep. Her eyes are just barely fluttering beneath her eyelids, her long eyelashes nearly touching her cheeks. Her mouth is slightly agape, small snores breathing out through her nose. Before I can stop myself, my hand is reaching over to tuck her messy hair behind her ear. She stirs in her sleep, stretching her arms above her head and slowly blinking her eyes open as she comes to.
God, she looks so beautiful.
"Morning gorgeous," I smile, "How are you feeling? You passed out almost as soon as we got back to the room last night."
She groans in reply, covering her face with her hands and my mind whirls back to last night. I walked her inside and she collapsed on the bed, getting out of her dress while I left to grab a condom and take a piss for hardly two minutes. When I came back into our room she was already passed out against the pillows with her dress around her ankles. I laughed to myself and threw one of my shirts over her head and tucked her into bed.
I'm sure she's got one hell of a headache. I tried the best I could to get her to drink a few glasses of water down at the bar last night but as soon as Fergie started playing on the speakers, she was a lost cause.
"Come on dollface, we've got to get downstairs for breakfast." I say quietly, trying not to worsen her headache.
"I'm not even hungry." She groans, rolling over on top of me and wrapping her arms around me.
I chuckle and roll her back off of me, standing from the bed. She mutters in protest and I drag her to a sitting position with her head lolling on her shoulders. Part of me is just glad she isn't throwing up like the last time she drank that much when we were together.
"Come on," I coax her, "Let's get you in the shower."
I hoist her up to her feet and walk her trudging feet to the bathroom. I take a quick look around the living room and I'm surprised to see Miles is nowhere to be found. I sit her on the lid of the toilet while I start the water and she holds a hand to her head with a permanent grimace on her face.
"Why the hell aren't you hungover?" She seethes, standing up and stripping out of my shirt.
"Well dollface," I laugh, helping her into the shower, "That's because I drank six glasses of water before we left the bar last night."
She rolls her eyes and pours shampoo in her hand as I slide the shower curtain shut and walk over to the sink to brush my teeth.
"Are you not coming?" She asks, and I hear the screech of the shower curtain as she ducks her head out again.
"Oh, you want me to-"
"Well I fell asleep last night," She shrugs, "Besides, isn't morning sex like one of those wives' tale hangover cures?"
I laugh as I stretch my shirt over my head and step out of my briefs, "Maybe, something tells me you'll be able to tell me for sure in a couple minutes though."
She shakes her head at me, grabbing my hand and tugging me into the shower with her as I grab a condom from my carryon bag. I nearly trip getting in and suddenly her hands are wrapped around me and walking me under the stream of water. My hair is matted to my forehead and my lips are molded to hers, my hands roaming her smooth wet skin.
I roll the condom over myself and hoist her up into my arms, pressing her against the wall for leverage. Our lips don't part from each other as I slide into her, but she moans into my mouth instantly, her nails digging into my shoulders.
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Corrupt (H.S. AU)
Fanfiction*Book 2 of the Impact Series!* The devil himself can become beauty, so we are told, to corrupt mankind. They say he stole me, as if I was only something to be coveted, some prize to be won, not an intelligent human in my own right, as if I was n...
