Friends With Benefits: A Harry Styles Love Story

A Harry Styles Fanfic




I slowly opened my eyes the next morning. I noticed that I wasn't facing the same way as I fell asleep, but instead I was facing Harry. My face was literally just inches away from his bare chest. His scent was so intoxicating. I noticed his arm was still around my waist, and realized that my hand had now ended up on his chest/waist. We were so close together. I didn't want to move. I wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as I could. 

After a while I felt Harry start to stir, so I closed my eyes pretending to sleep. I was curious to see what he would do.

He lifted his hand off my waist and disappointment struck. 

But to my surprise, his hand was now slightly touching my face. He pushed the hair that was covering my eyes, out of my face and behind my ear. I didn't move. Shortly after, his hand reached around my waist again. I suppressed a smile. I think he enjoyed the way we were sleeping as much as I did. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much into it.

A few seconds later I heard him clear his throat, obviously trying to casually get me to wake up. So I pretended to stir and gradually opened my eyes, looking up to see him staring right back into mine.

"Good morning, Love," he said in a sexy, just woken up voice. With a smile he asked, "Sleep okay?"

I smiled.

"Mhmm," I said, in a sleepy voice, trying to act as if I was half asleep, even though I wasn't.

I noticed he hadn't moved from the position we were in, so I didn't want to move either.

He smiled. "Fancy some breakfast?"

"I don't want to put you to any trouble," I said, slowly letting go of him and moving as if nothing phased me of the position we were in. I figured I had held on to the moment long enough. I didn't want things to get weird. 

I began to sit up casually. He was still lying down; his hand still by my waist, slightly touching me. I looked back at him squinting one eye and running my fingers through my hair. I still wanted to give him the sense that I was half asleep and not aware of him touching me the way he was.

"It's no trouble at all, Love," he said sweetly. 

He slowly got out of bed.

"You know, last night you were talking in your sleep. You were like "Oh, Harry...Harry!" he said with a big grin, moving his eyebrows up and down.

For a split second I freaked out inside. But I knew I never talk in my sleep so he had to be pulling my leg.

"No I didn't, liar!" I laughed.

"Ah, yeah you got me. I just wanted to see what you'd say," he said smiling.

"Oh, stop being cheeky," I giggled.

I followed him downstairs to the kitchen, where he began to make breakfast. I went and sat on a stool at the island, as I watched him cook; only wearing his boxers.


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