#hsmuffintop.

haha that’s okay! better late than never

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The sun is shining in your face when you wake up, making you want to keep your eyes shut even as you feel yourself being pulled from sleep. It takes a moment for you to realize that you’re not in your own bed, instead you feel a solid chest under your head and it only takes another second for you to realize it’s Harry. Falling asleep in your best friend’s bed wasn’t an unusual thing for you, but what was out of the ordinary was the big, warm hand spread across your ass. “What the hell?” You mutter, your voice still gruff and quiet from sleep. “Why is your hand on my ass?”When you don’t hear a reply from Harry you open your eyes and are immediately met with the bare skin of his chest. Harry sleeping in just boxers is normal, but, after a minute, you realize you’re also missing a shirt. Along with the rest of your clothes. 

“What the fuck?!” You shout, rolling away from Harry and accidentally landing yourself on the floor with the sheets wrapped around you. “What— where are our clothes?!” You shout, curling up on the floor as you try to remember what happened last night. You look over to try and get an answer from Harry, only to realize that you took the blankets with you, leaving his nudity totally exposed to your eyes. “Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “Harry, wake up!” You shout, grabbing one of the pillows that fell to the ground with you and launching it at him. You’d laugh at the shocked groan that escaped him if you weren’t so ready to panic. He stirs, moving the pillow from over his face and pulling it into his arms, cuddling up with it and holding it close to him as he turns over onto his stomach. “Idiot,” you mumble, gathering the blankets around you as you go back over to the bed and wake him up, tugging on his hair until he jolts awake. “What the hell?” He asks, squinting his eyes up at you from where he’s laying. He stares at you for just a second before his eyes fall to your bare shoulders, making him cock his head. “…Are you naked?”“We both are!” You tell him, gesturing to his body. “Wh..?” He starts before looking down at himself, eyes widening when he realizes the state he’s in. “What the fuck?”You watch as he sits up, pillow over his crotch, getting up to find a pair of boxers and pull them on. You almost wish he’d waited a little longer to cover up. “Did we sleep together last night?” You ask him, clutching the sheets around you just a little tighter as he walks back over to you. “Well, clearly, if we woke up in the same bed.”“Shut up,” you tell him, in no mood for his word play. “You know I meant sex. Did we have sex last night?” Harry shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed with a sigh. “I guess so? I mean, we both had a lot to drink, yeah? And I know I’m not the only one who felt our connection.”“Connection?” You ask, getting up from the bed to try and find your clothes. You find your bra and panties first, thankfully, tugging them on before going in search of your dress. “Yeah, connection. Are you telling me all that flirting we’ve been doing lately was one-sided?”You ignore him as you get down on your knees to look under his bed. You don’t find your dress, but you find one of the heels you’d worn to his party the night before. “What the fuck,” you mutter under your breath as you get up and continue searching, finally finding your dress tossed into a corner of the room. “I’m not saying it was one-sided,” you finally answer as you step into your dress and try to reach behind yourself to zip it up. You only manage to pull the zip halfway before you give up, letting out a resigned sigh when you feel Harry’s hands brushing over the skin of your back. “I’m only saying it’s quite the leap to go from flirting to fucking over the span of a night.”“Don’t know about that,” he says as he zips your dress slowly, “some people do it all the time.” He finishes zipping you up and his hands find their way to your hips, resting there. He pulls you back against him and you immediately feel his warmth permeate the thin material of your dress. And his morning wood.“Yeah, well,” you say, slipping out of his grasp. “I’m not like ‘some people.’ You know that.”“I do,” he agrees, looking at you seriously. “But we both know I’m not just anyone to you. You said so yourself last night.”“I what?” You ask, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Are you telling me you remember what happened?”“No, not completely,” he says, and you can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s trying to calm you down. “Just…there was a point when I wasn’t quite as drunk as you were, and you sort of…”“Sort of what?” You demand when he trails off, embarrassment making you feel defensive.“…professed your love for me.”“Oh my god,” you whine, covering your face with your hands. “I didn’t.”“You did,” he chuckles quietly, watching you as you walk back over to the bed and sit down, elbows on your knees, face still in your hands. “Told me that you loved my long hair and that you miss it and you used to fantasize about pulling it while I fucked you.”“No,” you sigh, covering your ears. “Also said that you didn’t mind the short hair, that it’d be fun to play with whilst I went down on you.”“Please stop!” “And then you told me that you love me. That you’re in love with me. And that you needed to tell me drunk or you’d never have the courage.”You let the silence sit between the two of you for a moment before you chance a look at him, peeking at him through your fingers. “And what’d you say to all of that?”He leans in and kisses you then, bringing his hands up to cradle your face as you relax into the kiss, letting him distract you from your mortification. When he pulls back he’s grinning down at you, dimple pushed deep into his cheek as he strokes his thumb over your lower lip. “I told you that I love you, too; was just waiting on you to say it first.”