The crisp morning air outside found a way to leak into my room. I felt colder than usual. Every inch of my skin was cold. Then I realized I was lying in bed naked. I sat up, not paying any attention to my exposed breasts. I looked down at the cheeky young guy that was lying asleep with his bare back facing the ceiling fan. He looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake him up.
I looked around my bedroom. I saw clothes that had been scattered everywhere. I moved my hands up and down my arms. Last night was probably the best night I have had in years. I still felt pleasurable from our night together. I looked down at him again. A smile formed across his face. I smiled at him. Everything about him seemed so perfect. Too good to be true. I saw the dimple form at the corner of his mouth. His hair that fell in his face. Even when it was messy, it still seemed perfect.
I was brought out of my trance by a loud groan. I covered myself up and laid back down next to him. Harry let out another loud yawn and stretched. His eyes popped open and the tiny smile he had turned into the biggest grin.
“Good morning,” he said sleepily.
I giggled at him, “Good morning.”
He sat himself up in the bed and put his arms around me, kissing my cheek, “Sleep well?”
I nodded. “Slept the best sleep ever.” I was so totally mesmerized by him. I could get used to seeing those green eyes in the morning, afternoon, and evening.
Harry pulled his shorts off the floor. I watched as he put them on. He stood up and walked over to my side of the bed. “Do you need me to get your clothes out?” he asked.
“I can get them, thanks,” I smiled.
“No, I want to get them for you.”
I laughed at Harry’s objection. “Alright, okay.”
He smiled, walking over to my closet to get the clothing out of my closet. “Girls have so much clothes!”
I rolled my eyes, “Are you sure you don’t need my help?”
“No,” he protested. “I’ve got this under control!” I watched him as he tried hardly to find a matching outfit to wear. Eventually, I had to get up. I grabbed a robe that was lying on the chair close to my bed and walked over.
“I said I got it,” he whined softly.
I laughed at him, “Anyone who takes fifteen minutes to pick out an outfit needs help, sweetheart.”
He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing. I couldn’t help but smile at him. His face, even when he was trying to be angry, was just too boyish. He saw that I wasn’t taking his anger seriously, and he gave up.
“I guess I’m not much of a fashionista, am I?”
“No, babe. I guess we can fix that though.” I took the clothing from his hands and hung them back up on the rack. I took his hand and signaled him to follow me. I motioned for him to watch as I picked out my outfit for the day. I could see he understood some, but was still confused.
“I’ll never understand women completely.”
His statement made me laugh. I watched him give up and go back to the bed to lie down. I followed close behind him, “You can’t be upset by this, can you?”
He smirked, “No, I just want you to come over here.”
I caved into him and walked over to the bed. Before I even thought about lying down, his hands pulled me into the bed. He rolled over on top of me and began to play with my hair. His hands trembled as they moved up and down my thigh. His body posture was a calming, inviting kind.
“You know,” he said interrupting the silence. “I really could get used to this.”
“lying around all day?” I asked.
He pulled his lips into a half smirk. “Just being with you.”
My cheeks felt red hot to the touch. I placed my face into his shirt and smiled lightly. Harry pulled me closer to him as he lied together.
The air outside was falling more and more chilly with each passing minute. I watched as the sun went from bright and cheerful to dreary and dark. It was decided by Zayn and Perrie that everyone would take a night trip to the beach this particular night because there was a meteor shower to come through tonight. Perrie thought the beach with a campfire would be a perfect spot.
As we drove there, Harry had his arms surrounding me. The van that Zayn had stored away worked perfectly for holding an abundance of pillows, blankets, and quilts. Louis and Niall had come together and bought so much junk food that it wasn’t even comical. Liam brought one of his radios so we could listen to music. Cierra kept mostly to herself. Even Perrie knew that she wasn’t a benefit to us. The entire trip she was nothing but silent and unknowable. So, we left her to herself.
I was feeling very easy going that night. I was looking forward to seeing some shooting stars. As we arrived, we had just enough time to set up our sight. The fire was hardly simmering when the first flash in the sky flew.
Perrie, in complete awe, pointed up, signaling her fiancé. “Zayn!” She exclaimed. “Look up! I saw one!”
With a huge smile on his face, Zayn put his arm around his fiancée and said, “Close your eyes and make a wish then, babe.”
I watched Perrie shut her eyes with more focus than need be. Soon after, everyone around me were shutting eyes left and right. Finally, I felt Harry’s muscular arms wrap around my shoulders. He put his chin on his hand that rested on my right shoulder. He was looking in complete amazement as the meteorites grazed the sky.
“It’s your turn to make a wish,” he whispered in my ear. I looked at one of the final stars that flew. I closed my eyes gently and made my wish. After I finished, I opened my eyes.
I turned to look at him. He smiled at me. “What did you wish?” He asked me.
“I can’t tell.”
“Why not?”
“If I tell you, it won’t come true,” I said.
He smirked at me, “I wished too.”
“About?”
“Can’t tell you. Might not come true."