That One Night Sequel

A sequel to That One Night.
The return of someone makes things for Harry and Sarah's relationship not what they seem...
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24. Chapter 23

 

I felt the bed shake and slowly fluttered my eyes open.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispers, "I was trying to get out of bed without waking you up." He slowly unwraps his arms from my body. I moan from the sudden rush of coldness.

"Go back to sleep," he mumbles before I drift back into a deep sleep.

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Soon enough I feel something tickling my face. When I open my eyes Harry is sat on the floor in front of my face, breathing on me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask him. He laughs.

"Well I was just watching you sleep, you look too cute to wake up," he says quietly.

"That's creepy," I moan rolling over. I lie on my back and pull a pillow to my face.

"Sarah wake up!" He says jumping on the bed. I groan again but stay still. Then I feel a sudden weight on my belly. I move the pillow and look up to see Harry practically sat on me, his legs either side of my waist.

"Get off me fatty!" I shout, trying to push him off. He laughs but grabs my waving arms. He pins them to the bed by the side of me and leans down.

"On one condition," he whispers, his lips hovering over mine. I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Kiss me," he says after a while.

I chuckle and say "you can just stay there for a while then." He knows I'm teasing him and he hates it. He pushes all his weight down on my stomach, making himself heavier.

"Argh! Get oooooffff!" I yell, struggling. But his grip on me is too tight.

"Kiss me and I will," he tells me. I sigh.

"Fine," I grin. I lift my head up to meet his lips. He immediately lets go of my wrists and pushes his fingers through my hair, gently reaching the back of my neck. Harry's wet curls from his shower dangle down and touch my forehead making me shiver. I lock my hands at the back of Harry's neck as he deepens the kiss. 
He licks my bottom lip begging for entrance which I give him, his tongue darting into my mouth. Occasionally his teeth lightly graze my bottom lip, tugging on it, causing me to moan. I hear him chuckle and the vibrations shoot through me, causing goose bumps to rise on my arms. 
Harry finally pulls away.

"Will you get off me now?" I ask laughing. He leans down once more and pecks me on the lips. Then he raises himself off me and starts to leave the room.

"Dress casual and be ready in 30 minutes," he says walking out the door.

"Where are you taking me?!" I shout as he walks into the kitchen.

"Surprise!" He yells back. I sigh and lean back, my head hitting the pillow. I hated surprises.  

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