Harry walked in cautiously, making sure Niall wasn't here. He flicked on the lights, locking the door with the other. I stumbled in my heels, as I tried to remove them. My eyes lids were heavy, slightly closing every now and then. I honesty don't know how I haven't just collapsed yet.

"Babe. I'm really sorry. But I'm super tired." I spoke, barely conscious.

"Thats alright." He spoke gently.

He lifted me off the ground, bridal style, carrying me to his bed.

"Harry, you smell really good." My nose right in his neck, taking in his scent again.

"Thanks." He chuckled.

I didn't realize all the silly things I had said the night before until Harry told me the next morning.

"I carried you here and you told me I smelled good." He played with my hair.

"I tend to say weird things when I'm sleepy." I blushed slightly.

"I thought it was very cute." I felt him smile.

I let his words sink in while I laid on his chest. My finger tip gently traced his bird tattoo. His hand laid on his chest, blocking one of the wings. I grasped his large hand, paring it up with mine. His hand outlined mine, finger tips peaking over mine.

"You have really big hands." I nonchalantly spoke.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked.

"Not at all. I like it." I intertwined our fingers, kissing his hand before I released it.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked.

"I don't care, as long as I'm with you." His hand moved towards the dip in my curves.

"You don't have anything in mind?" I asked shifting my body onto my stomach, causing his hand to fall to my lower back. I leaned up and placed soft kisses on his neck. He closed his eyes, taking in the sensation.

"I've got a couple of things I can think of right now." He smirked, eyes still closed. I knew what he was hinting at.

"Not that." I lightly laughed in his neck.

We heard a door close quietly. Keys were thrown on the counter, making a loud noise.

"Shit." He muttered underneath his breath.

"Niall's back." He spoke louder.

"I have to go anyways. Take a shower, see what Eve's been up to." I said attempting to get up.

"Please don't go." He held onto my wrist.

I felt cold all of a sudden. I looked down to see what I had on. One of Harry's t-shirts' and my underwear. His eyes shifted to my body. I swiped the covers off of his body, exposing him only in his boxers.

"You got me undress?" I asked wrapping the sheets around my waist.

He nodded.

"Why?" I felt slightly embarrassed.

"I wanted you to be comfortable." He spoke.

I could tell in his face that he was surprised by my answer.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Your welcome. And you don't have to cover up. Your body is absolutely beautiful." He remarked.

"Not with all these scars." I mumbled underneath my breath.

"You know I don't care about that." He pulled me in by my waist. Comforting me.

"Ok. I really need to go now." I said getting lost in his comfort.

"I'll see you later?" He asked.

"Yup." I dragged the sheets off the bed, looking for my dress.

"You can wear that." He pointed to sweat pants.

"Thanks." I replied.

"Oh hey Elodie!" Niall talked with his mouth full.

"Hey. Where were you?" I asked, knowing.

"I-I was at... a friends' house." He stuttered.

"What were you and Harry doing?" He questioned.

"Nothing. I was really tired from last night and I slept over." I stated.

"Yeah right." He mumbled.

"Well bye." I waved.

Eve was sprawled out over the couch, watching tv.

"Hey." I sat next to her on the couch.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Nothing. Do you and Niall have a thing." I blurted out.

"Uh. Not really. We've been having crazy sex and he's told me he likes me and I like him, but he hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend." She said.

"If he hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend yet, why do you keep having sex with him?" I stated slowly trying to make her realize how stupid she is.

"I don't know! He's soo good. I don't care about anything else when we're... you know." She gestured.

"You need Jesus." I said laughing.

"I know." She rested her head on my shoulder.

"So, how was Harry?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"How good was he on a scale from 1-10?" She asked again.

"Oh. We didn't have sex." I said.

Her mouth literally dropped.

"What!? Why?" She asked.

"I was really tired when we came back and I fell asleep." I said freaked out about her reaction.

"Wow. He was probably pissed." She said.

"No. Harry isn't like that." I smiled to myself.

Notes

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