The sun peeking through the curtain, hitting her face directly, Taylor slowly woke from sleep. She felt the warmth from the sun and from the person behind her. To Taylor, the warmth Harry could give was stronger than the sun would ever produce.
Her eyes still slightly closed, she smiled at how safe and loved she felt in her boyfriend's arms. The majority of the time Harry would be the little spoon but on occasions, usually after a passionate, loving night, nights she needed comfort or when she asked, he was always happy to oblige. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked a few times adjusting to the light. Slightly reaching, she placed the glasses from the table on her face and was greeted to the sight of clothes scattered on the floor from their previous nights activities. Smiling even more at the thought, Taylor stretched in place and turned onto her back. Turning her head to see her boyfriend still asleep, she slowly moved Harry's hand from her waist and moved the sheet off of her body. Stretching again she noticed she felt slightly sore. Moving her eyes to the source of pain, Taylor noticed the dark red and purple marks placed along her thighs. Jolting up to take a closer look, she noticed the trail of hickeys that Harry had left the night before. "Damn you Styles" she thought to herself. Taylor loved that he wanted to show what was his but the markings on her skin meant she couldn't wear shorts or certain dresses until they slightly faded, knowing no make-up would save her. Continuing to stare at them, Taylor's mind took her back to the night before that was filled with lust, passion and love.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw Harry still asleep. Feeling the urge to wake him up and continue what they started yesterday, she leant in to kiss him awake. Before she did, her mind told her to stop. Taylor reminded herself that she was slightly pissed off at him for the markings along her body. About to back away, Harry's eyes quickly opened and met her blue, glasses covered eyes. "Well if you won't do it, I will.," he spoke, voice still husky from sleep. Closing the gap between them, Harry placed a loving kiss on Taylor's lips, only to pull away slightly and continue along her jaw. Before he could cloud her mind, Taylor placed her hand on his tattoo-covered chest and pushed him away. "I'm mad at you." Taylor said with a small smile on her face. "You don't look too mad love.," he replied with a slight smirk on his face, making his way back to her jaw. Taylor smiled before pushing him back and making him hit the bed. "Yes I am. Look at all the hickeys you left on my legs Harry! I can't wear shorts for like a week and we're in LA!" She said with all seriousness where Harry started laughing with his head against the pillow. "I'm sorry love," he replied staring up at her, "I didn't mean to leave so many. I got carried away." A cheeky grin spread across Harry's face while he grabbed Taylor's hand and bought it to his mouth. Placing a small kiss on the back, he gently placed it back on the mattress.
Before Taylor could respond a small meow came from the foot of the bed, noticing Olivia had joined them. A slight chuckle escaped Harry's lips before he kissed Taylor on the forehead, "I'm going to take a shower babe.," he said climbing off the bed and giving Olivia a pat on the head. She watched him make his way to the bathroom and saw the dark red lines that covered his entire back. Giggling at the sight, Taylor went downstairs to feed both Meredith and Olivia. While on the way however, she realized the scratches on his back would soon fade much quicker then hers would. So she spent the day, figuring out where she should leave traces on Harry's skin that would ultimately piss him off.