* Just before you start, later on in the chapter nothing hectic happens at all, but please don't report this story for the little amount of  if you could even say 'smut' at the end of the chapter, because this is a PG friendly book. Enjoy :) *

Saturday morning
Arabella's POV

The sun shining through my curtains, wakes me up slowly. I tried to stretch out, only to realize that there were a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I turned slightly to see Harry was still fast asleep, with his mouth slightly open and his arms holding onto me.

I slowly tried to turn around in his arms without waking him, so that I would be able to rest my head on his chest. After I had turned, he tightened his grip around me as a rested my head on his chest, causing me to smile.

I tried to fall asleep again, but my full bladder was just not allowing me to. Knowing that I actually had to get up out of bed and go to the bathroom, I sighed deeply.

I mentally groaned because I was so comfortable, but I slowly slipped out of his grip, and walked to the bathroom.

After flushing the toilet and washing my hands, I decided to brush my teeth and wash my face, so that I don't look so dead. After finishing, I pulled my hair up into a loose bun, before walking back into the room.

I walk in to see Harry sitting up, his hair disheveled with a tired look on his face and few seconds he flops back down onto the bed, and if I thought he couldn't get any more perfect, I was wrong.

The way his morning voice came out, was absolutely perfect, causing a blush to crawl up onto my cheeks and a smile to break out onto my face.

"How's your head?" I ask him, while climbing back onto the bed.

"Not too bad surprisingly. I definitely sobered up after I came here last night."

He sits up again, only to lie back down next to me with his eyes closed. I propped myself up on my elbow, admiring his beautiful face slowly down to his defined torso, with all the tattoos I didn't know of before.

"You like what you see love?" His raspy voice asked, causing my cheeks to turn a crimson color.

"Weren't you wearing clothes when we went to bed last night?" I asked stupidly, receiving a cute smile from him.

"I was hot." He simply shrugged

"That you are." I say before thinking, causing a smirk to spread across his face.

Instantly regretting what I said, I grabbed the pillow next to me, holding it over my face, while he chuckles at me.

I feel the weight of the bed shift and the cushion over my head being lowered, allowing only my eyes to be seen.

"Don't hide that beautiful face of yours." He says before removing the cushion completely. I reach to grab the cushion again, but before I can, Harry was now in a plank position over me, holding my hands down on either side of my head, only causing my blush to deepen.

I attempt to hide my face by turning it to the side only to look back up at him when I start speaking again.

"I'm so embarrassing, I always just say things without thinking and-" before I could say anything I was cut off by his lips on mine.

The kiss was slow and gentle, but Harry deepened the kiss and it escalated a bit when he brought his body right down onto mine, rubbing against me.

A small moan left my lips before I could stop it, causing me to pull away from the kiss, turning my head to the side, trying to hide my face again.

He let's out a low chuckle before slowly kissing my neck. At first I was unsure of the feeling, but soon titled my head to the side, giving him more access to continue.

After a bit, he pulled away and gently kissed over the place on my neck before getting me to face him, kissing my lips softly. My cheeks were definitely a dark shade of red from his actions.

"You're so hot." He says before rolling over with me on top of him. I sit up a bit, trying to get comfortable and place my hands against his chest looking down at him. He purses his lips together and shuts his eyes tight. 

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I say worried, shifting forwards trying not to hurt him. He shakes his head slowly, but his eyes and lips remain tightly sealed.

Knowing that I must be hurting him, I move again trying to find a better position, only to get confused when he lets out a deep moan.

"Mmh love, as much as I'd like to continue, I'm going to have to ask you to stop moving, before I can't control myself." He says smirking.

Suddenly I realized what he meant and what I was doing and I went speechless.

"I- i um- i - I didn't know, um I'm not very um. I-ai. Sorry." I say completely embarrassed because of my lack of experience. I lie back down, hiding my face in his neck .

"Nothing to worry about love, your innocence turns me on." He says and I look up at him to see him smirk while I blush furiously.

Just then the door opened, causing me to flip my head to see my mother standing at the doorway.

"Breakfast is ready." She says and smiles at Harry before leaving the room.

I groan before lying my head back down into the crook of his neck, feeling the vibrations of him laughing.

"It's like she's never heard of knocking. I'm never going to live that down you know? The fact that I'm in bed and on top of you, my moms going to literally interrogate me." I say, causing him to chuckle once again.

"You're cute when you're flustered."

After Harry went to the bathroom and put on more clothes, we both went downstairs to the dining table.

I left Harry with Shawn in the dining room before going into the kitchen to grab my water bottle from the fridge. 

"Morning kiddo." My dad says, smiling at me opening his arms signaling me to come for a hug.

"Morning dad." I say walking into his arms.

"What's this I hear about you in bed with a boy?"

"Did mom tell you?" I ask and he nods. I simply roll my eyes at him. "Yeah, don't listen to her, Harry came over last night but nothing happened, we just started dating."

"I believe you kiddo, you've never given me a reason to believe otherwise." He smiles down at me, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Okay well let's get to breakfast before your mother comes to complain to us both." He says causing me to chuckle.

I love how my dad just gets me, We have such a special relationship. I think he knows that my mom doesn't particularly like me and he doesn't push that on me, which I appreciate.

We both walk to the table and sit down.

"Everybody dig in." My dad says, as he places the last bowl filled with avocado down onto the table while I put my bottle down.

I took a piece of toast to make my famous breakfast, avocado toast, with crumbled feta with sprinkler pepper on the top.

"So did you two have a good night?" My mom asks, directing it towards me and Harry.

My eyes widen and I'm rendered speechless. Of course my mom wouldn't let it go, so now I have to think of something to say.

"Honey, leave the girl, nothing happened." My dad tries, but my moms glare remains on me, awaiting some type of answer.

I shake my head softly, opening my mouth, about to say something, when Harry places his hand on my thigh, signaling that he's got this.

"I can assure you Mrs Mendes nothing happened, we were only cuddling."

"I believe you Harry, but again, just call me Bev." She says and smiles at him.

"You two are cute, as long as you don't hurt her I'm happy." My dad says to Harry, causing him to nod while me to roll my eyes before giggling.

I look at him and squeeze his hand signaling thanking him tremendously for doing that, because my mom would never have believed me.

The rest of breakfast there was a comfortable conversation, which I occasionally joined into. I felt a leg kick mine under the table and look up to see Shawn smirking at me.

"Nothing happened." I mouthed to him, after making sure no one was paying attention. All he did was tap his neck softly, making my eyes widen. I took my hair out of my bun and let it hang loose over my neck, hiding the mark Harry left.