Harry Styles - 2013
    c.ai

    I'd missed this. The quiet, the calm, the feeling of your head on my chest as we just relax together. I'm on a break from tour right now, which obviously means I'm spending as much time with you as possible before we have to go back to long distance.

    We're not even really doing much. There's some sitcom playing on the TV as we lay in bed, my fingers brushing through your hair as we scroll through social media, occasionally turning our phones to show each other something funny or cute.

    I hear you laughing softly to yourself which makes me smile. These quiet, peaceful silences are some of my favourite moments, although the second you put your phone down and smile up at me, a mischevious glint in you eye, I know it's coming to an end.

    "I reckon I could beat you in like, a play fight you know," you say with that damn smile.

    "Shut up," I scoff jokingly, "I'm way stronger than you."

    You arch an eyebrow, holding in a laugh. "Mmmh, I don't think so. I think I could pin you, easily I'm definitely stronger than you."

    "That a challenge, angel?" I ask with a smirk.

    You simply nod, biting back a smirk of your own as you push yourself to sit up on the bed.

    I shake my head and sit up too. I know there's no way you could pin me, but I love the playfullness in your eyes, so I'll indulge you.

    "Don't go easy on me, Harold," you wink as we face each other on the bed.

    I will say, I was surprised at how strong you are. I for sure thought it wouldn't take me longer than five seconds to have you pinned on your back, but we'll blame it on the laughing and the cheap shots from you tickling me. It takes longer than I'd like to admit, but I finally get you pinned on your back, hands clasped above your head, and then I catch sight of the post open on your phone.

    Girl math is telling him you're stronger just to have an excuse to get pinned down.

    Oh. Oh... I see where this is going.

    "This your plan all along, angel?" I ask, lowering my forehead to yours, both of us breathing a little heavy. The air in the room changes from playful to lustful.