Irresistible (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

32: Wet and Sticky Pancakes

(A/N: he may not be pantless in this chapter but I couldn't not use this^ gem. Enjoy.)

Moist and warm.

I wake up with a jolt, not knowing where it came from but the uneasiness only lasts a moment until I feel the fury ting wrapped in my arms and the rather firm presence against my back and hugging my waist.

Odd.

Prince is already licking my chin when I look down at him allowing him to wiggle out of my arms and waddle around the top of the bed before coming back and resuming his work.

Hmm, I could get used to sleeping next to him.

And then I feel it and the events of last night comes tumbling back to the forefront of my mind.

Harry kissed me and I kissed him back...

He had you pinned up against the wall Mia, it was a little more than a kiss.

Ever so slowly I turn my head around but Harry's nose is buried in my hair.

I freeze in his arms trying to gage whether he's awake or not. By his even breath I'm pretty certain he's still asleep.

Thank goodness.

I feel just as I did the first morning I woke up in this house. Back then I was so nervous he would remember and even more nervous about the unknown if what he'd do if he did remember the night before.

But in this case Harry will definitely remember last night and heaven knows what that means for me this morning.

It's all fine and good kissing someone but what now?

I don't know how to do this.

In my whole life I have been in one relationship and looking back I don't like to qualify that as anything real because there was nothing authentic about it.

I don't have many friends because I can't get myself to act normal for long enough to actually connect with anyone.

And here I am laying in the bed of one of the most beloved boy banders wrapped around me.

How did this happen?

I feel so warm and at ease, something that has never happened before but then again being in this sort of intimate situation has never really happened before.

It's comical really. I'm spooning Prince and Harry's spooning me.

Before I have time to get past all my spiralling thoughts and let myself bask in the comfort it, Prince grabs my attention again as he starts to gently wine at me.

"Are you hungry?" I reach out and rub behind his ears. "Come on then..."

With the greatest care I untangle myself from Harry's hold and slip out of his bed.

His bed, we've slept in his bed. Together.

Thankfully I remember seeing Harry's bathrobe on the back of his bathroom door so I shrug it over my shoulders and tie the sash securely around my waist.

The house is dead silent as I make my way down the hallway, Prince obedintly follows my every step only breaking away when we enter the kitchen, making a bee-line to his very own cabinet, the one Harry insisted on it.

I still can't believe Harry. He's stuffed this cupboard to the brig with food and all sorts of treats, even a bunch of chew toys Prince hasn't even played with yet. That's Harry's doing as well, said he wanted to be there to see Prince react to them, said it was a bonding experience.