While on the Run

Part XVII

"Alright, thanks for letting me know Peter," I stated as I hung up the phone call. I huffed softly to myself and subconsciously hugged the blankets tighter to my chest, willing my body to get out of bed. I felt Harry roll beside me and wrap his arm around my waist. Harry could be very cuddly and touchy, but I absolutely hated sleeping with someone physically touching me. Harry's been pretty good about waiting until I woke up to show his physical affection.

As soon as his arm found purchase on my waist, he pulled my back towards his front and leant down to kiss the nape of my neck. His dark gold curls tickled my back in the process. "B, it's 3am. Who was on the phone?" he grumbled into my skin.

I leaned my head back slightly, "That was Peter. We need to catch an earlier flight than expected. C'mon, time to get up."

I felt Harry's groan vibrate through my body, lips softly touching my upper back where his face was currently buried. I turned around in his arms to face him. His head hung low in the same position, now resting on my chest, right above my breasts. "How drunk are you still? Did you sleep it off?"

Harry groaned in response and I let out a chuckle. "I'm going to take that answer as a 'not a lot of sleep' indicator," I giggled. I unwrapped my left hand from the blankets and moved to card it through the soft curls that were perfectly tucked under my chin. I felt Harry purr in response as my fingernails dug deeper against his scalp. I realized then that we had only gotten around 2 hours of sleep.

"Babe, c'mon. I've got to get up now and wake up the boys," I tried to persuade. I felt Harry pucker his lips and place a slow, gentle kiss against my chest in response. By natural reaction, I leaned forward into his chest and took hold of his curls tightly in my fist. 

"Don't. Even. Think about it," I tried to reason with him. I was almost startled at how breathy and full of want I sounded. As if I hadn't just experienced Harry a few hours before. But there was absolutely no time to fool around at this hour. The boys had a flight to catch, and soon.

Harry ignored me, as per usual. He tightened his hold on me, both arms coming to circle my lower back and waist as he continued to pepper small kisses across my frame. I felt him move upwards, and gasped when he bit my collarbone.

Just then, we heard my door swing open. Harry's eyes went wide and without thinking, ducked beneath the frumpy blanket. I quickly rolled over, looking half-awake and half-asleep.

A few moments later, Liam revealed himself from around the bend of the small hallway. "Blake!" he whisper-shouted.

"Hm? What's wrong, Liam?" I responded, trying to lower my heart rate in turn.

"I saw that Peter texted us about changing to an earlier flight. I figured I'd go grab breakfast somewhere close while you woke everyone else up. Save us some time..."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Honestly, Liam, that would be wonderful. Do you know what to get?"

"Yeah, I was just going to grab us teas and coffees and figured we could eat once we got to the airport."

"Sounds perfect. I'll start waking the lads," I responded, trying to dismiss Liam as nicely, but as quickly as possible.

"Great, be back in 20!" he replied and promptly left the room, shutting my door quietly behind him.

Harry and I both collectively let out a breath as we heard the door click closed. He immediately came out from under the blanket, hair even more disheveled than before.

We stared at each other for a few moments, and then burst into laughter purely out of the absurdity of our situation.

"Could you imagine if he-"