Adison's POV

When I wake up in the morning I squeeze my eyes shut tight instead of opening them. Why does my head hurt so much? I cover my eyes with my hand and turn to bury my head in a pillow, instead hitting a firm surface. I assume it's Harry without opening my eyes, continuing to shield them from the light. Harry moves under me and I realize that I must be laying against his arm when I feel his bare chest against my arm. He puts one hand on my back and rubs slow circles there.

"You awake?" he rasps. I nod my head without looking at him. "There's tylenol on the table for you."

I slowly unshield my eyes, keeping them shut while I turn my face towards Harry. His body is blocking the light from the window, so I slowly but surely peel my eyelids open. Harry is watching me carefully and when I meet his eyes I immediately shut them again.

"My head hurts," I complain quietly.

"Yeah, well that's why I was mixing your drinks. I was trying to prevent you feeling like this but then you did shots with the girls. Like I said, Tylenol is on the table there." His tone isn't necessarily harsh, but he's not exactly sympathetic either. I open my eyes again and his face is impassive...maybe a little irritated.

I turn away from him and reach to the table beside the bed where there are two pills sitting, just like Harry said. I sit up a bit and pop them in my mouth, using the bottle of water to swallow them. I drink the rest of the water and set it back down before laying my head back down on Harry's arm. His hand is still on my back and he hasn't pushed me away or anything so...I guess that's a good sign. He sighs and closes his eyes again, leaning over a little so his body is laying a bit on top of mine. He lays his head on my pillow so his lips are very lightly pressed to my forehead. I keep my arms pinned to my sides, tucked slightly under my chest. Harry's leg gradually comes over mine, wrapping around them and using his leg and arm to hug me closer. His lips press firmly to my forehead a few times and I smile, my stomach fluttering.

"I thought you were mad at me," I admit quietly. He sighs.

"I am."

"What?" Contradictory to his statement he kisses my forehead again. "Why?"

"It'll come to you."

I furrow my eyebrows and think about last night. First off all, can I just say that he's being really confusing? He's mad at me yet we're cuddling and he keeps kissing me. I don't get it. I rewind my memory to last night. It remains fuzzy at first, but soon enough the entire evening is playing back in my mind. I remember when Perrie asked if I wanted to do shots with them after the boys had gone outside. I felt completely fine at that point, I was just a little giddy and stuff, so I thought there was no harm in trying one. One turned into four or five and by the time we joined the boys my head felt funny. Harry made a drink for me for outside, so I drank that too and before I knew it I was...

Oh my gosh.

No no no no no! That's not...I didn't actually...that's not possible. Liam? I would never do something like that, especially while I'm dating Harry! I guess that explains why he's upset with me. I kissed Liam. Right in front of Harry. Then he went inside and I chased him and I...wow, what a horrible idea alcohol was for me. I threw up too? Not only did I embarrass myself and make Harry feel bad by kissing Liam in front of everyone, I also threw up. I'm a mess. A complete mess.

"Oh my gosh Harry, I am so sorry, really. I didn't mean to..I haven't...I would never actually...please don't hate me," I stutter as I start to cry. "I'm so sorry."

"Shh." He presses his lips to my forehead and tightens his hold on me. I huddle against his chest, my tears falling against his skin. I'm so embarrassed. The way I acted last night, that's not me. I would never treat Harry that way and I don't want to lead Liam on or something. What did I do?

"I'm such an idiot," I sob. "I don't know why you're even here right now. I don't deserve you."

"Well that's a little dramatic," he says, laughing a little. I shake my head against his chest and he gently brushes his fingers through the tangled mess on my head. "It got a little out of hand. It happens."

"But I...what I did...Harry, I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed, I don't know why I...kissed him. I'm sorry, you don't deserve that it was so stupid of me. I should have said no right away."

"Don't you think I know that's not who you are?" he says softly. "I'm not mad at you."

"But you said-"

"I'm not mad," he repeats. "I'm a little angry at the situation in general. But I'm not mad at you. You were drunk and you're allowed to make a mistake."

"But I kissed someone." I tilt my head up to look at him and he continues to sweep his fingers through my hair.

"Can you not say that ever again?" he asks, smiling a little but looking quite worried. If it was literally ANYONE but Liam this probably wouldn't be a big deal. He looks nervous and I hate it.

"You're really not angry with me?" I ask again. He wipes my cheek with his thumb, brushing away the tears.

"Kiss me first, then I'll let you know," he says cheekily. He starts leaning towards me buy I stop him, putting one finger over his lips.

"Let me brush my teeth."

"Good idea. You did throw up twice."

My face turns red and I cover my face with my hands. I can't believe I did that. Me of all people. I never drink and I guess this is why. I can't do that, not ever again. He chuckles and I get out of bed. I have a headache and my body feels achey I guess, but other than that I don't feel absolutely horrible. Mostly just ashamed. Everyone probably knows what happened.

Speaking of everyone. When I walk into my room El immediately sits up, looking around in confusion. Umm...okay?

"Oh, Adie." She puts her hand on her forehead and combs her fingers through her hair. "Good morning."

"Umm, hi," I respond. I didn't realize everyone was staying here...and in my room. Now I'm going to have to face them all.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"Okay. I was just coming to brush my teeth."

"Shut up," Perrie moans from beside Eleanor. I didn't even see her there. Eleanor laughs and I smile at her before disappearing into my bathroom. I take my time brushing my teeth and rinse my mouth with mouthwash four times before going back out. El and Perrie have both fallen asleep again so I walk out quietly. I shut the door and go to Harry's room, closing that door as well.

"Everyone is still here?" I ask, getting back under the covers. He nods and rubs his eye with his palm. I lift the covers and climb onto him, lowering myself onto his chest. He smiles and spreads his legs so mine fall between and he locks his fingers behind my back.

"They were all drinking so they couldn't drive. This is new," he says, smiling up at me, referring to my position on top of him. I lay down so my face is against the pillow beside him, nose nuzzled against his neck. "I think I like it."

"I'm really sorry about last night," I say again, putting on hand against his cheek.

"Alright you've apologized like twenty billion times. It's fine. Just kiss me." I can hear the smile in his voice and I'm happy that he's not upset with me. I lift my head to hover over his and he just smiles up at me. The way he looks at me sometimes...it's so intense. No one has ever looked at me like this. I can look in his eyes and I just know that he cares about me. It's the weirdest, most amazing feeling I've ever experienced.

"You're beautiful," he says quietly, reaching up to brush my hair away from my face. My face flushes and it seems like he's saying it more to himself than to me, like he's coming to some sort of realization. His eyes study my face and he just stares up at me for a few minutes. It's not uncomfortable but it's definitely intense.

"What are you thinking?" I ask quietly.

"Oh, I can't tell you that," he says, smiling a little.

"Why not?"

"Well because then I'd have to kill you."

"Harry," I laugh. He smiles wider and I put my palm against his cheek, running my thumb back and forth over his dimple. I really do actually want to know what he's thinking so hard about. I can practically hear his mind working. "Come on, tell me."

"It's..." he inhales deeply and opens his mouth to talk again, but he changes his mind and stops. He smiles with a sort of sad look in his eyes and shakes his head. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

He nods and puts his hand against mine. Sometimes he looks at me or touches me in a way that makes me feel like he thinks I'm going to disappear. He seems so comfortable sometimes, but at other times he looks completely terrified. This is one of those times.

"What are you afraid of?" I ask quietly. His eyes go wide for a second before he composes himself. Apparently I caught him off guard.

"Are you a mind reader?" he asks, half joking but also clearly a little taken back.

"I can see it...sometimes when you look at me you look scared. Whatever it is, you can tell me." I give him a reassuring smile and wait patiently for something, any kind of answer. He looks all over my face and sighs deeply before finally speaking to me.

"I can't lose you," he says quietly. "Seeing you kiss Liam...I can't imagine what it would be like to watch you with someone else. It hasn't been that long so this might be a little crazy, but the way I feel about you...I can't explain it. I've never felt like this before and it scares the hell out of me, to be honest."

"You know, I used to think people were crazy for being so crazy about someone in such a short time. Caroline dated someone last year and after a few weeks she swore she was in love with him but I just didn't get it. It didn't make sense at all to me because I used to think time was important in all of this. You need to be with someone for a certain amount of time before you go beyond a crush or liking them." I pause and put my head back beside his, my hand still against his cheek. He turns his head slightly.

"And now?" he asks quietly, running his hand along my arm that's across his chest.

"Now...you're just challenging everything I used to think about life and how everything works."

"Is that a good or bad thing?" he asks nervously, laughing a little.

"Good. Definitely good. I finally feel like I'm living instead of muddling through and going through the motions," I admit quietly. This is a pretty intense conversation but if Harry needs reassurance or something, it's the last I can do. Especially after the way I behaved last night.

"Do I make you happy?" he asks, taking my hand from his face and lacing our fingers together.

"You have no idea," I whisper, kissing the side of his neck. He sighs and I can feel his whole body relax. He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses the back of my fingers, then the back of my palm. He slowly leaves kisses up my arm. When he gets close to the top he gently turns us over so he's lying on top of me. He presses his forehead to mine and closes his eyes.

"You're mine," he says, smiling and laughing a little. Like he's just realizing it now.

"All yours," I agree. He softly presses his lips against mine and I put my hands on either side of his face to keep him there. He works my lips open with his mouth and his tongues slowly moves around mine. This kiss is tender, still passionate, but it's...loving. That's the only work I can think of to describe this kiss. Love.

Is that insane? Is it possible for Harry and I to be in love? Who am I kidding, he obviously isn't in love. But I might be and that's really scary. My mind slows down as Harry continues to kiss me, and for the first time this kiss isn't hungry or needy, but it's not just a kiss either. There's so much emotion behind it and I can feel it in my whole body.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he continues to kiss me, pulling back frequently for breath. I will never get enough of this. The feel of Harry's lips against mine is indescribable and I could just kiss him forever.

Harry's POV

When Adie wraps her arms around my neck I lower more of my weight onto her, desperate to have her as close to me as possible. I wanted to be mad at her about last night, but who am I kidding. How can I be mad at her? She's amazing and it wasn't really her fault.

It's crazy that she can read me so well. She knows that I'm scared of something. I did tell her, but only half the story. I can't say the rest yet. It's too soon.

I pull back and kiss all over her face, making her giggle. When I get back to her lips I'm smiling like an idiot. After a moment I pull away and rub my nose against hers.

"You're a really good kisser," I say, trying to lighten the mood a little. She blushes and laughs nervously. "I'm serious!"

"Yeah right," she laughs.

"Adie, I'm not kidding. But we should probably keep practicing just in case."

She laughs again and shakes her head at me. "Clever. I'm not arguing, though."

"You better not be. Come on, let's go make some breakfast and see what all the others are doing."

I kiss her once more and we both get out of bed. I just slide on some joggers and when she gets up I realize she never adjusted her clothes before. I can't help but laugh. He eyebrows pull together and I point to her clothes. She looks down and examines herself.

"Oh my gosh, who dressed me?" she asks.

"That would be you," I inform her. I walk over and undo the buttons of her, or rather my, shirt. Surprisingly enough she lets me; I guess I've seen her in her bra enough times for her to be okay with it. There's a tint of red in her cheeks, but she doesn't protest. I realign the buttons and do them up for her.

"Those are on backwards as well." I point down to my boxers and she laughs.

"I'm never drinking again," she says.

"The first time is always kind of rough." I extend my hand to her and she takes it. "I'm starving."

I lead her out into the kitchen, silently freaking out in my head. I have no idea what's happening, but I may or may not be falling in love with her. Or already in love with her. Is that even possible? We've been dating for...two weeks. Two weeks! That's not possible, is it? I can't be in love with her already. I mean I can definitely see us getting there eventually, but two weeks is extreme. She did say all that stuff about time not mattering, though. Maybe it just depends on the relationship.

I feel like my mind is working like a girl's and it's weird. She's all I think about and it drives me crazy in the best way possible. I meant what I said; I'm terrified of losing her and the thought of Adie being with someone else makes my stomach turn. That would be the worst thing ever.

Eventually everyone else gets up and we all make and eat breakfast together. Adie is unusually affectionate with me this morning. Usually she's really shy and she gets super embarrassed, but not this morning. Things feel different between us. Not in a bad way, though; you'd think after last night that the opposite would be true. But it's not and I feel like things have never been better for Adie and me.

It can only get better from here, right?

Notes

sorry this one is so short but i wanted to get this one in there so you know where their heads are at and stuff. some pretty intense shit going on.

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