The next morning I woke with the warmth of another beside me. When I opened my eyes Harry was lying next to me shirtless. I could never understand how he could sleep like that when it was so cold outside. I guess he was used to it. I looked upward towards his hands which had something in them.

I moved in closer to him laying one arm across his chest and my head on his shoulder.
“What’s that?” I asked curiously, my voice sleepy.

“Morning beautiful,” he smiled and kissed my forehead. “This?” He gestured at the photo he held. “This is a photo from our first date.”

I examined the photo. It was us, along with the rest of the boys and my friends at my prom.
“Wow. That is so weird.” I said, dazed.

“What is?” He asked as he began to run his fingers softly through my hair. “Mmm.” I loved when he did that. “Oh, I dreamt about when we first met last night. Ironic.” I laughed.

“Weird…” he said. He looked as though the thought had got him thinking about something else.

I sniffed. A beautiful aroma crept into our bedroom and as if on cue my stomach growled.
“Guess we should get up and have breakfast, hey?” Harry was already out of bed.

“One minute.” He walked into the bathroom and I flopped back on the bed, kicking the blankets off. I watched as the sun slowly crept in through the window.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I washed my hands in the sink and splashed a little on my face. I looked up in the mirror and I couldn’t help but stare at the reflection. It looked tired, boring. I was dull. My eyes were a boring mixture of green and blue, and in between them a nose I had always felt was too big for my face. My curls that flopped down, sticking out in all directions. Then my mouth, nothing appealing about it.

I took a deep breath. “What does she see in me?” Something more than my looks, obviously. I chuckled.

I took in another breath before opening the door. I stood, leaning against the door frame and stared at the gorgeous girl that still lay on my bed. Her arms were stretched above her head, causing her singlet to pull up, revealing her tattoo. I bit my lip.

I looked her up and down slowly. Her auburn hair that looked like flames as the sun shone through it. Her unique, forest green eyes that sparkled constantly. Her mouth, which she now bit the bottom lip of. She turned to face me and flashed that beautiful, breath-taking smile at me.

I couldn’t resist. I jumped on the bed and flipped her so she sat on my lap. She leaned in close. Slowly kissing down my face. My forehead. My temples. Down my nose. My cheeks. Then finally, a few tiny kisses on my lips.

She smiled again. “We should get breakfast sweetie.” Her stomach growled.
I sighed dramatically, “If we must!”

I walked behind her on the staircase and I lifted her by the waist as we got to the second last step.

“Morning!” My mother chimed from the kitchen. I felt something against my leg.

“Hey pretty kitty.” I stopped to pick her up and Mia continued to the table.

There was a loud bark from outside and all of a sudden my cat freaked.
“OUCH!” I cried out in pain, dropping my cat.

Mia gasped and she quickly ran over with a napkin. “Oh, baby. Ow. Here, sit down.” I sat at the table and my mother handed Mia the first aid kit.

She pulled away the napkin that was pressed on the scratches just under my chin. She started dabbing something on my face.

“It might sting a little,” she warned me but I barely heard her. I was mesmerized by her. In the light I now noticed the freckles that covered her button nose.

“All done!” She smiled.

“You my love are perfection.” I blurted out. I blushed. Oops. I didn't mean to say that out loud.

“You have got to stop talking about yourself Harry!” She joked, before lightly kissing the now covered scratches.

I heard the chairs shuffle next to me. “Morning boys!” Mia chimed, “sleep well?”

Niall being Niall, had already stuffed a chunk of pancake in his mouth. “We had a lovely sleep,” Liam said.

“What about you two?” Louis winked in our direction. “How did you love birds sleep?” There was an emphasis on the ‘you.’

I spoke, as Mia was blushing. “Louis, you know nothing happened so why do you keep asking?” I laughed.

He shrugged his shoulders, “just curious.” Mia looked up still blushing and Louis winked at her. I kissed her and shot a smug look at Louis. That shut him up.

The doorbell rang and mum answered it as we were all finishing off breakfast.

MIA’S P.O.V

“Mum?!” Zayn was shocked but then his face lit up. The boys all stood up to greet their mothers except for Niall. I squeezed Niall’s hand from across the table and smiled. He forced a smile back.

Harry was also over there saying hello to everyone. “We didn’t want to miss saying farewell on your first world tour!”

I sat in Harrys chair so I could look at Niall properly. “You okay love?” I asked him. He looked up. His eyes looked sad. “I’ll be fine.” He smiled. “Just a little homesick.” I placed my hand on his knee this time, “Yeah. I get it.”

He leaned in closer. “Please don’t get mad at me for asking this but how do you do it?”

“Do what?” I asked a little confused.

“Cope without your parents.”

I looked down, “Ah. Well. I don’t know. I guess, I miss my mum a lot. She was practically my best-friend. Dad, not so much. He hurt me so missing him is easy but erm… to answer your question, I guess I just look at what I have now. I look at all the good things I have been given and the amazing friends and boyfriend that I have been blessed with. I guess now you boys are kind of like my second family now. It gets easier though.”

He smiled at me and nodded, this time he placed his hand on mine.

“You’re the strongest person I know. I admire you so much. I don’t know how I would cope if what happened to you happened to me. I am glad you are here with us and consider us as family. That means a lot. We all love you.”

My eyes filled with tears, “Aww. Thank you Nialler.” I hugged him. He hugged me back tight. He always gave the most perfect hugs.

We had all cleaned up after breakfast and then we sat down for a bit before we all had to leave. The boy’s mums started tearing up as they said their farewells and I couldn’t help but tear up too. My longest farewell was to Anne. She was like a mother to me ever since I had been in England and I was sad to be leaving her.

That day was a long one. We had to get on a flight to the US and I was not a huge fan of flying. Thank goodness we had our own private plane to go on and only the boys saw me freaking out, but Harry had held my hand the whole trip over and I was thankful to have him by my side. When we landed we had to take the back way out of the airport so the boys wouldn’t be mobbed. They had protested as they wanted to see their fans but management wouldn’t let them, for their safety. I was surprised fans were even at the airport by the time we landed. It was around 5:30am. I had to admit they were dedicated and I adored them all.

We got to our hotel and the boys sat down, trying to keep themselves awake. They all tried to get caffeine in their system, it was quite humorous watching the boys stumble around when they were tired. That was until I tripped over a bag, Harry caught me before I hit the floor though.

“Hey hun, I think I am going to get a couple hours sleep. Just until it is the normal wake up time for everyone. So if I am not awake in 3 hours I give you permission to wake me up.”
He kissed me. “Ok babe. I’ll see you when you wake up.”

I kicked off my ugg boots and jumped on the bed and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep. This was going to be great.