Secret

Sixty One

{edited}

May POV

I wake up to gentle kisses on my back. I move around a bit and feel Harry's fingertips run up and down my spine making me laugh.

"Good morning." He kisses my neck.

"Morning." I look over my shoulder and see he's laying beside me. His fingers drawing shapes on my skin. "Did you just draw a penis?" He chuckles with a nod, I nudge him.

"How'd you sleep?" Harry asks.

"Good, you?"

"Good." He leans in and kisses me.

"What time do we have to leave?"

"Whenever. My parents are leaving tomorrow night, so there's no rush. We can leave a week from now if you'd like." I shake my head.

"You'd get sick of me."

"No I won't." His hand runs down my back. "How do you feel?"

"Fine. Achy is all." Harry nods and nuzzles himself in me. I peck his lips and trace my fingers over his shoulder.

It's silent between us. You can hear the rain outside which is soothing. My eyes look to Harry who is smiling at me. "What?" I ask.

"You're naked." I roll my eyes playfully and feel his hand go beneath the covers and down to butt. I chuckle. "Wanna go again?" I nod and Harry climbs back on top of me making me laugh. He looks at me with a smirk.

***

"I'll order breakfast." Harry says as we change into clothes. "No, don't wear pants, pants aren't fun."

"My shirt doesn't cover my butt Harold." His eyes scowl and he tosses me his black shirt.

"Wear that then." I don't argue. I slip on his shirt and it falls to my mid thigh. I laugh. "What?"

"It's like a dress on me." I giggle. He leans down and kisses me.

"What do you want to eat?" He asks.

"Do they have pancakes?" Harry nods. "Then that."

"I'll get you that." I smile and walk out to the living room with him.

I smile to myself. His shirt smells like him and it makes my insides tingle. He places the order for our breakfast, then joins me in the kitchen where I'm trying to find cups.

Once I do, I go on my tiptoes to reach them. "Need help?"

"Why is it so high?" I ask with a shrug. He gives me the cup.

"It's only on the second shelf, May." I nudge him and Harry smiles. 

"I know, I'm a dwarf don't mock me."

"I can just imagine you in one of those small kitchens that kids play with. Like a play house type thing." I scoff.

"Fuck you too." He kisses my cheek and sits on the couch. I sit down beside him and look to the TV that has the news on it.

"You want to watch the news?" My eyebrows furrow.

"Why not? It's interesting." I reach over and grab the remote resting on the end of the sofa. I flip through the channels and stop at when I see Grey's Anatomy.

"Really?" Harry groans.

"Shh." I nudge him. My head rests on his side and my hand rest on his thigh. Derek comes on the screen and my focus goes on him.