I was woken up in the morning by the loud sound of a phone ringing. Having now been drawn out of the unconsciousness of sleep, I was brought back down into my aching body. My stomach hurt. My cheek hurt. My head hurt like a b***h.
I groaned and opened my eyes reluctantly. I was surprised to find my arms wrapped around Harry, holding him close. My face was close to his neck. Once I breathed, I realised I could smell him, and he smelt good, but not just good, really good. My body fit against his so well. I looked up at his eyes to see them looking down at me lazily, the light blue sparkling with a certain honest charm that I'd never seen before.
Waking up to Harry was something I wouldn't mind doing everyday.
"How are you feeling?" he asked. His voice was relaxed, rough and caring, almo
