Harry Styles
Light was shining through the window, hitting the curtains, and us. Vicky stayed the night, and I couldn't be more pleased. Her presence was the most wonderful gift I could receive after our talk early in the morning. She was proud of me, and to be honest. . . no one ever told me that they were proud of the things I did.
Her black hair was laying messily on the pillow, and my fingers were touching her exposed stomach. Her t-shirt was moved higher, since she turned around in her sleep repeatedly. But I didn't mind, because her skin was soft like silk. Her stomach was moving softly, and I could hear her breathing out the air she was holding now and then.
This time I could stay with her in bed. I didn't need to leave, because of William and his obnoxious behaviour. I was able to lay next to her, hold her, cherish this moment. Like I had told Vicky last night, I mostly wanted every woman away immediately. But with her, I felt the urge to keep her closer than the day before.
I pressed my lips on her bare shoulder. She wouldn't move because of my touch, just a soft whimper would leave her mouth. So I kissed her again, maybe this time she would.
And I was right.
Vicky turned around sleeplessly, and she laid down on her back. She stretched out her body a few times, before she felt comfortable in another position. Her eyes were perfectly closed, and she was still sleeping. But what she didn't know at this point, is that she wasn't the only one who felt comfortable laying in this position.
Since I was on my side, she was on her back, and her hand was laying next to her side. She didn't know she was basically having the back of her hand pressed against my dick.
And there wasn't a better way to wake up.
I thought about everything her hand could do with me. A smile came onto my face, just imagining this was a perfect idea. But it didn't sound perfect anymore, when I realized my dick was growing. I looked down and basically saw my short getting more pressed forward.
Shit.
If Vicky was going to wake up with my bloody dick pressed against her hand; she wouldn't stroke it, but chop it off with pleasure.
I tried to get myself calm, and not so overwhelmingly excited. But things weren't turning out in the way I wanted it. Just a small look at her hand, was getting myself more happier about things that could happen between the two of us.
Maybe if I just could place her hand away from me, things wouldn't be going in the wrong way. I took a deep breath, and reached out to take her hand.
Placing her hand away was definitely the second hardest thing.
''Mmm, Harry,'' Vicky mumbled. ''What are you doing?'' She questioned.
I clenched my jaw and inhaled some fresh oxygen.
''Just keep your eyes shut,'' I instructed Vicky.
''Why would I keep my eyes shut?'' She questioned.
God her voice in the morning was sexy too. I guess everything was making me more happier right now, because of the current state I was in.
''It would be for the better,' I assured her.
''You're up to something,'' She stated, and that was the same time her eyes went open.
I tried not to look down, because then she would do it too. And I was not ready for this. But after all, I was already pretty fucked since she looked down without me signing her to do it. Her mouth went wide open, and she pushed herself up against the headboard.
I wanted to keep myself save - and my best friend - so I got out of bed and stood in the corner with my hands on my dick.
''Oh my god, you weren't jerking yourself off behind my back right?'' Vicky panicked, while she grabbed the sheets and pulled them closer against her body.
''I would never do that,'' I replied. She raised an eyebrow. ''Maybe I could do that, but that is not the point right now. I wasn't doing it at this moment..'' I assured her with reaching out my hands to her.
''Keep them please on your dick, I don't want to see it at this time.'' Vicky told me sternly.
''Yes, right,'' I said, and covered my dick.
I saw Vicky taking a deep breath. ''What was this time the reason? Because I clearly didn't moved my ass now.'' She pointed out.
I laughed softly, but I stopped immediately when Vicky shot me a death glare.
''You turned around when you were sleeping, and you kind of placed the back of your hand against my dick.'' I was telling the truth after all.
But I was definitely bad at explaining things in a good way.
''Come here,'' Vicky said, and she patted on the side where I was laying earlier.
I took this as a wonderful opportunity to crawl back into bed and reach out for her.
''No,'' She said, before I could lay my hands on her fantastic body.
''What's wrong?'' I asked her immediately.
''You're not going to get close, when that stick is able to touch me right now.'' Vicky told me seriously.
''Vicks,'' I pleaded and looked her into the eyes. ''You and I both know that one day it will touch you.'' I said with a bright smile.
''Why did I stay again?'' She asked herself loudly.
''Because I am a hot human being,'' I stated the obvious.
''Well, then this hot human being can get me some breakfast.'' Vicky said.
''I can call some bakery that delivers, so we can stay in bed.'' I placed a kiss on her cheek, and I felt her stopping me after the third kiss.
''You're going to get breakfast for me,'' She announced.
''Why so?'' I questioned.
''Because you dragged me late in the evening to your house, and the muffins I got from Veronica, my boss, are probably not eatable anymore.'' She explained to me. She was absolutely serious about this.
''All right,'' I groaned, and I saw Vicky smiling. ''What do you want?'' I asked.
I reached for my phone that was laying on the nightstand, so I could place the order in it.
''Mmm,'' Vicky muttered, and I saw that she was thinking deeply about what she was going to take for breakfast. ''I want a chocolate muffin, some coffee. . . oh and a chocolate croissant.'' She exclaimed happily.
''Why everything with chocolate?'' I asked her confusingly.
''Because why would I choose something for the same prize without it, when I can get it with chocolate.'' Vicky pointed out seriously.
''Can I get a kiss before I go?'' I asked Vicky, and I pressed my lips together to kiss her.
''Nope,'' She rejected me. ''You have a morning breath.''
I groaned, and she giggled playfully. I got myself off my bed, and got ready to get breakfast.
...
I parked my Bentley in front of V's Café. She better is going to give me a kiss when I come back, because otherwise I will definitely going to chase her.
I locked my car, and walked inside. This annoying bell rang, which I have heard for a millions times now, and I walked over to the counter. It was dammit crowded here, and I wondered why people even wanted to show up at 10 a.m. in this small café?
I was definitely not dressed classy today. I wore a pair of sweatpants, with just a white shirt. A beanie was on my head, and I could care less today about my appearance. I was hoping to be alone with Vicky today and spend a day in bed.
I would let Vicky call to the Moulin Rouge and say that she was sick.
''Can I help you, sir?'' The lady behind the counter asked me.
I read her name tag, and gave her a warm smile. ''Sure, Annelise.'' I said. ''I would love to have two chocolate muffins, two coffee. . . one black, and one with sugar and milk.'' I looked at my phone before speaking again. ''And a chocolate croissant.'' I ordered.
''Do you want it to take home, or do you eat here, sir?'' She asked me politely.
''I want to bring it home,'' I informed her.
''Okay, that will be 7 dollar.''
I gave her the money easily, and was told to move to the side to get my order.
I smirked when I noticed someone familiar.
''Hey, you're Kent. . .right?'' I questioned the blonde lad.
''Yes,'' He replied shortly.
''It's a beautiful day, isn't it?'' I teased him.
He needed to work, I didn't...ha ha.
''Sure,'' He muttered under his breath.
I reached out for my order in the paper bag, and Kent glared at me.
''Since when do you want to come here and order so much?'' He questioned.
''Since there is someone at my home waiting to get a breakfast,'' I said, and I wanted to take the paper bag with me, but Kent held my wrist in objection.
''Is Vicky with you?'' He questioned through gritted teeth.
''How do you know?'' I asked him curiously.
''Just keep your hands off her,'' Kent hissed at me angrily.
''Why would I do that?'' I questioned him mockingly.
Kent smirked at me evilly. ''Because I am her boyfriend,''