HS - Wish You Were Here - Part 1 - Harry Styles

Chapter 16

Playlist:

Beyonce - Irreplaceable

The Fray - You Found Me

OLIVIA'S POV

It takes me a second to realise where I am when my eyes peel open. I slept better than I have in days and I roll over to see Harry still sleeping soundly next to me.

He is on his side, his mouth parted slightly as his breath escapes in soft puffs. His mouth is honestly beautiful, he has the most perfect cupids bow, his lips look impossibly soft and they pout out naturally like a silky pink pillow.

He has little mannerisms with I've noticed over the last few months. Countless times a day his tongue juts out just enough to cover his bottom lip as he rolls his top lip down and it retreats back into his mouth as quickly as it came out, leaving his mouth glistening in the light.

When he is being cheeky he purses his lips into a pout, moving them slightly to the side to allow his front teeth to bite on the inside corner. He does this when he is trying to stifle a smile that you can see creeping across his face, the apples of his cheeks push up making him look both innocent and devilish at the same time.

My favourite of all his little habits is when he pinches his lip in between is index finger and thumb, mostly with his left hand showing off the cross tattooed on the padding there. The situations in which he does this varies from him having a serious conversation to when he is self conscious to when he's trying not to laugh at his own joke. Sometimes he runs is digits from the corners of his mouth to the centre, pinching his lip along the way to make it pout out, other times he just barely touches the middle point pulling slightly away from his teeth. Every time he touches his lips though, I find myself staring, not able to look away until he drops his hand.

All of a sudden Harry's sleeping mouth turns into a tooth bearing grin, his dimple pops on his cheek and my eyes snap to his, knowing full well I've been caught staring at him.

"You done watching me sleep, you creep?" He laughs, his voice lower and raspier than normal, weighed down with sleep.

I laugh loudly back at him "You have a really nice mouth." I tell him honestly and only half embarrassed.

His smile drops a little and he bites the inside of his cheek, looking to the side as if a memory is flooding to the surface of his mind and taking him somewhere else.

"Do you want to eat?" I say to try and break the awkward silence but it seems to make it worse as he snaps his eyes back to mine and his mouth drops open in shock.

"I-Is it ok if I order breakfast?" I stutter, trying to work out what the hell is happening.

He recovers slightly, swallowing hard before saying, "yeah. Yeah, of course! Order whatever you want, get me the same." He jumps out of the bed throwing on some clothes and all but runs for the door mumbling something about going to the gym and being back soon.

I'm digging into syrup covered pancakes when he walks back through the door. His hair is pulled back into a bun, his skin flush from working out and his white t-shirt sticks to his sweaty muscles. I swear the man never looks bad.

He flashes me a reciprocated smile and I gesture to his covered breakfast plate as I chew.

"I'm going to have a quick shower" He says still catching his breath.

He walks towards me and puts his hand across my shoulders as he bends down to place his head closer to mine, opening his mouth widely. I giggle and watch his face as I carefully place my fork stacked with pancake past his lips and pull it out slowly after he closes his lips around the silver.