Daddy!Harry » Harry and June
Petite limbs sprawled out from under soft, white sheets to jut out in to the cool air circulating through her flat as nimble fingers itched to pull the fabric further over her face in a feeble attempt to block the unrelenting rays of light jutting in through unkept curtains. A muffled groan could be heard from beneath the mass of unmoving white cloth before, in a sudden burst of energy, she willed herself to sit up, blankets following suit. Saying it was merely a 'long night' for June would have been the understatement of the century. It had been her mate's twentieth birthday, and needless to say, they had stayed out celebrating until the group could keep themselves upright. Most of them had found their ways home, either through a shared cab, or the miserable designated driver assigned for the night. But there had been one person that decided he didn't want to share a cab all the way back to his flat, whom was surely, still, sleeping soundly on her couch, cover pulled taut over his form and face buried lazily in to the pillow.
The thought of ruining his morning, or at least trying to, was the driving force pulling her feet over the side of the bed to carry herself down the hallway. She wouldn't bother putting on a bathrobe, or even pants, as she made her way through the apartment, the bright white bedspread wrapped around her small form dragging freely behind her. "Harry," she called out as she approached the living room, tired eyes focused on the form splayed over the couch. "Oh, Haaaarry," she sang, the only thing warning the slumbering brunette that she was about to pitch herself on top of his lanky form. Within seconds she had made herself comfortable on his back, face buried in the back of his neck, chocolate curls tickling her forehead as she did so. "Good morning, Mr. Styles," she cooed, a quiet snicker eliciting past her lips.
