"Broke?" I heard someone call my name but I refused to open my eyes. I also felt a warm body enveloping me and I cuddled further into it.

Harry?" this time I was awake enough to recognize the voice. It was Hayden. The body under me shifted and I sat up, seeing Harry.

"Guys, I'm so sorry to wake you up, it's just that I didn't want you to fall asleep on the couch and have those awful back pains tomorrow. Why don't you move to Broke's room?"she offered me her hands and I gladly grabbed them and stood up.

"No, I should probably get going." Harry scratched the back of his head and I felt my heart drop.

"Don't be ridiculous." Hayden replied and I've never been happier for her to do so, "It's almost 6 am. You're staying." she excused herself and I offered to lift Harry up. He smiled and took my hands.

"You alright?" he asked and I nodded grabbing his hand.

I wasn't completely up yet and I just pushed us towards my room and threw myself on my bed. A couple of seconds later, the bed sunk in indicating that Harry has laid besides me. I smiled and turned my face towards his and I saw his eyes were closed. I pecked his nose and he scrunched, making me giggle. He opened his eyes and stroked my cheek with his thumb. I smiled, being completely up and awake now.

"Harry?" I whispered and he opened his eyes again, mumbling something to keep me talking, "I can't go back to sleep." he smiled.

"What do you want to do?" he asked sitting up.

"Cuddle me?" I asked and he laughed, rather loudly.

"You hated me a couple of hours ago and now you want me to cuddle you?" he smiled at me and I nodded my head.

"You've never actually done it." I said and then yawned. He frowned.

"What do you mean, I've cuddled you loads in New York." he laid next to me again, his hand tracing patterns on my forearm. I thought about it for a second.

"I guess. But we've never cuddled in bed." he shook his head.

"I beg to differ but because I'm a good boyfriend, I will cuddle you anyway." he smiled as he opened his arms and I gladly moved towards his arms. As he enveloped me tightly, I heard him sigh happily in my ear.

I thought about the way he said the word boyfriend. How good it sounded coming from his lips, how much I wanted him to be exactly a boyfriend of mine. He was very good with words sometimes, he probably didn't even know it. And he was kind. I never expected him to be this kind and this vulnerable. He was almost weak when around me. He never let it show that much back in New York. But now it was almost as if he had completely given himself to me, almost as if I had own every fiber of his being. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked sleepily and I shook my head.

"Just thoughts." I replied and snuggled further into his embrace.

"Is it good thoughts?" he whispered again and I nodded.

"It's you in them."

**********

Somehow Harry and I have managed to fall asleep, and were woken up rather violently by Hayden again. She stormed into the room like a hurricane and I shifted as Harry moved his head from a top of mine.

"Hayden? What is it?" I heard his sleepy morning voice and got instant chills.

"Your father is here Broke, you should wake up." she said and Harry moved his hand over my forearm.

"I'll wake her up." he responded and Hayden closed the door.

"Are you cold?" he questioned, knowing I was awake. He also noticed me shiver earlier. That sly bastard.

"How about a Good morning, dearest girlfriend?" I replied sarcastically and he laughed.

"Good morning, dearest girlfriend, are you cold?" he sassed and I shook my head.

"No, just thought your morning voice was sexy and it turned me on a little bit." I tend to be very honest and say stupid things when I've just woken up and I think it was high time for him to know that. He chuckled awkwardly. I honestly didn't think he had expected that.

"You should get up." he whispered and moved away from me and I sat up instantly.

"Yeah. Dad's here." I confirmed and he laughed.

"You don't like him, do you?" he nudged my shoulder and I hummed in reply.

"He's my dad, of course I don't like him." I laughed and he did the same. Then he tried getting up but I pulled him back. He rolled over surprised.

"I'm waiting." I smiled and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"For what?" he smiled.

"For my morning kiss." I sassed and he leaned on his elbows.

"If so..." he trailed off as his lips pressed against mine in a soft, lazy kiss. He pulled away all too fast.

"Get up." he murmured against my lips. I hummed and did as he said anyways. He put on his boots and I was about to get out when I noticed him sitting on my bed.

"Coming?" I asked as I stared at him. He shook his head.

"That wouldn't look good, now would it?" he questioned and I smiled, nodding my head.

"I think you're right." he smiled back and I left my room. Hayden looked as if she had been extremely stressed out. I asked her if she was okay and she just shook her head, pushing me towards my living room.

"Dad, good morning!" I sat across from him.

"Couldn't say the same." he stared at me furiously and I won't lie, I got scared.

"What is it then?" I asked and he threw a magazine on my coffee table. I picked it up and read the title.

The New York Love Story Continues...

"What is this?" I asked and my dad banged his hand against my coffee table.

"Why didn't you tell me you were fucking him?" he stared at me and I practically couldn't believe the words that have left my father's mouth.

"Excuse me?" I gasped.

"This entire time, you were with him. Why was I trying at all, hm, Broke? When we could've just used the fact you were a slut to get a sponsor." he went on and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"Dad, we're not like that, he's-"

"Broke, you should've told me you fucked him, you dirty little tramp!" my dad screamed at me and I felt myself falling deeper into my armchair. I felt guilty and betrayed at the same time. My own dad thought I was just using Harry, thought we were just having sex, my dad didn't know the story. And he judged me, without blinking. I closed my eyes and was ready to take another impact coming from my dad but instead of that, the only thing heard was a loud and firm, calm masculine voice coming from behind me.

"Don't speak to her like that."

Notes

I really hope you guys don't mind a little drama every now and then! ;)

Love, H.