Jess's POV:
The impulsive sensation of vibration pulsated through out the room causing my heart to increase its tempo from the startling tremor of my phone. My eyes, heavy from lack of sleep, fluttered open as I exposed my arm to the frigid cold air to reach for the alerting noise buzzing from the side table. While attempting to blink the sleep and exhaustion out of my eyes, I lazily slid my finger across the chilled glassy surface and pressed onto my messages app. Squinting my eyes due to the startling illumination, a little blue circle notified me of the new message, next to a certain name that read "Harry".
As soon as my brain comprehended who directed the message to me was when I felt my throat tighten, the reaction of my needy heart convulsing at the sudden bolt of confusing emotions. The message was sent quite late last night, it must have kept vibrating until I awoke from being tightly compacted by Liam's body. A sudden feeling of precarious spread throughout my body as I glanced over to the sight of beauty himself. Sleep took over his body and made him appear to be as angelic as ever. My chest began to rise rapidly as I turned back to my phone and clicked on his name, this time shielding it from any possible view Liam would have if he woke.
"I deserve you, he doesn't -H" it read. I scanned my eyes over each letter several times, each time resulting in adding another agonizing pain through my aching and confused heart. My heart, as able as it was, felt as it was being impaled by Harry's incomparable words.
How could he just say something as indiscriminate as that? He must of miscomprehended what we have, it was nothing more than deficient and meaningless, and he knew that. What we had between us was nothing but pure pleasure, surely nothing more. I was quite aware of that, and up until this moment, I believed he thought likewise.
Harry was not nearly enough of a man than Liam was. Liam was passionate, concupiscent, intelligent, and not to mention gorgeous. Harry on the other hand was rude, insensitive, callous and ignorant. But there was something else about Harry that intrigued me, his cold, mysterious ways just had something that lured me in. It was something my mind has yet to interpret, a repressed memory was all that beckoned my attention once in a while, but usually pressed away in my unwanted speculation.
I was over thinking, my brain began to go into full capacity as my thoughts shattered within one another causing complete turmoil. I quickly clicked on the little trash barrel located in the far left corner and deleted the message letting out a sigh of relief after his name vanished. What I did know, is that I had to keep this whole little affair obscured- especially from Liam. Oh god, the mere thought of Liam finding out would deteriorate him, as well as myself. He could, and as far as I'm concerned, would never find out about it. Yes, I was being a bit deceiving and dishonest to him, but that's why he could not find out. If he does, he'll never bestow his trust in me again, and that's what pained and nerved me the absolute most.
With that accomplished, I placed my phone back onto the wooden table slightly alleviating the stinging sensation of puzzlement that poured its way through me. My body informed to Liam molding myself into him. He instantly rotated his head and placed a slumberous kiss on the top of my forehead, tightening his grip around me. A smile dared to play onto my lips causing automatic bliss. I drew imaginary circles onto the chest hair that peeked through his v-neck. I did this until sleep took over, drawing out my worries and careless choices.
~*~
The elevating sun shone brightly through my shut lids, my eyes instantly fluttered open to the unexpected brightness. Bracing my eyes from the spiteful rays of the sun, I felt a hefty amount of weight ponderously laying on my stomach, causing a disgruntled feeling. I drew my weary attention to the cause of my uncomfort, noticing strands of dark brown hair that attached itself to the top of Liam's head. His rough facial hair brushed against the soft skin of my stomach as I gradually pulled my body up enough to position my back in a comfortable angle. Again, glancing down I examined the features of perfection placed on Liam's heavenly face. His mouth was slightly agape as I watched his lips blow out small puffs of air, his breathing slow and peaceful. Both of his coarse hands were placed lightly on my thigh. He was something more preponderant of a painting, an oeuvre that couldn't be sold for all the riches this world has to offer. I stroked his face gently, making sure not to wake him.
