Over Again
Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
The next morning I was exhausted. Going on minimal sleep I felt agitated, irritated and over all annoyed. I was pissed that Dani and El were leaving, already feeling a lot lonelier than originally anticipated. Harry was up even before I was and, being the perfect boyfriend he was, had already begun packing my things for me. As tribute, I thought I’d repay him with a lovely, hot cup of tea. I flicked the kettle on and prepared our mugs, making it just how he liked it. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed yet, making the incorrect assumption that we wouldn’t be bothered for at least a couple of hours. It was nine o’ clock and Zayn, Liam and Louis all trumped in to our suite, plunking themselves down on the couch.
“Ah, Sarah, that tea looks great, thanks love,” Louis said reaching for the cup that I’d placed on the coffee table.
“Did you pack my luggage this morning?” I glared at him.
“Um... no?” he replied back in confusion.
“Oh, well than that tea isn’t for you, is it?” I retorted, a tad sassier than needed but as I said before, I was a little pissed off. “Harry, babe, come take a break,” I called in the direction of our room. He came out looking half asleep still, his hair billowing around his face.
“Oh, look who’s here,” he muttered sarcastically, although not as angrily as I’d addressed them. “Did the girls get to the airport alright?” He asked them.
“Yeah,” Zayn sighed, glancing at his phone, probably waiting for a text from Perrie. Liam and Lou just nodded.
“I can’t believe they left me,” I mumbled, sliding down on the couch next to Louis, knees pulled up to my chest as I snuggled my hot cup of tea against my shivering body. We were in bloody L.A. and I was still freezing.
“Awe, love,” Louis laughed draping his arm around me. “Think of it as an opportunity for us to get even closer,” he winked at me.
I rolled my eyes.
“Aren’t we close enough?” I sighed.
“No, nowhere near. So, tell me your life story,” he teased.
“I wouldn’t piss her off right now,” Harry warned him. He knew me so well he could sense what kind of mood I was in and, more importantly, knew the consequences.
“Awe, somebody on their period?” Louis mocked, his lower lip jutting out. I slowly turned my face to glower at him. “I’ll take that as I yes...” he mumbled, his arm retreating from around me.
“Watch it Lou,” Harry cautioned again, walking over and scooping me up in his arms, before sitting down in my previous spot with me in his lap.
“Just ignore him,” he breathed in my ear. I felt my body relax into him instantly and even let my eyes drift close in his embrace.
“When are we taking off?” Zayn asked, still staring at his silent phone. I felt bad for him, these separations from Perrie were clearly excruciating for him, and it hadn’t even been three hours yet.
“The bus will be here by one-ish,” Liam said, he sounded tired.
“Ugh, that’s what I just can’t wait for, living on a bus,” I muttered hiding my face in Harry’s shoulder.
“Oh don’t worry love, we’ll give you two the largest, most private bunk and pretend not to hear,” Louis laughed, nudging me with his elbow.
“Keep that up and I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep,” I forced a super fake, sarcastic smile at him and watched as the amused look drifted from his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I laughed.
“Finally, someone who can out sass you with their snarky comments, Lou,” Liam laughed. He leaned around Louis and gave me a high five.
“You might wanna be a bit nicer, Lou, I know El wants kids some day,” Harry laughed and we all joined in.
“Alright, alright, alright you’ve all had your fun, so now if you’re quite done,” Louis snapped at us.
“Awe, baby can dish it out but just can’t take it?” I mocked him, jutting my lower lip out like he had earlier.
“No,” he retorted.
“Like a baker that hates cake but always bakes it,” I laughed.
“What the bloody fuck does that even mean? Harry, your girlfriend is on something,” Lou said, waving his hands about his face so as to say I was crazy.
“No Louis, that’s PMS, get used to it. It’s gonna be a fun couple of months,” I winked at him as I got up off the couch and kissed Harry. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go put some proper clothes on,” I informed them.
“Oh don’t bother,” Lou called out. “We’ll get quite used to seeing you braless!” I rolled my eyes and laughed as I heard Harry rightly punch him in the arm and the subsequent “OW!” that followed. It was
going to be a fun couple of months, I thought somewhat sarcastically.
I stretched out on our bed and threw a pillow over my head to drown out the sound of their conversation emanating from the living room. I was very tired; all I could think about was sleep. And I wasn’t feeling well. My head throbbed, my body ached and I felt positively sick to my stomach. I heard the door creak open and felt the bed move as Harry plopped down on it next to me. I pulled the pillow back to look at him.
“Don’t mind them, we’ll have our own hotel room most of the time,” Harry said, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Thank God for that,” I laughed. “I’m sorry I’m so bitchy, I’m just so tired I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I said, hugging the pillow tighter to my chest.
“Well, let’s get your hot water bottle out,” he said, turning around and rifling through our things in search of it.
Obviously he was just dismissing my symptoms as being period related, just as Louis had. He knew that I used my hot water bottle for cramps, but that wasn’t the problem.
“No, Harry don’t bother, it’s not cramps. I think I’m just coming down with something,” I told him, my hands grasping at his shirt collar, dragging him back to the bed.
“Probably from the plane, or the drastic weather change, you know what your mum would say: ‘Heat breeds germs’,” he said, imitating her voice causing me to laugh along with him.
“She’s probably right,” I sighed, leaning back and closing my eyes so as to soothe my aching head.
“Awe, sweetheart,” he breathed, climbing up on the bed and pulling me tight against him where I drifted off to sleep.
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When I woke up again, my suitcases were sitting by the door alongside Harry’s. I heard quiet conversation coming from the living room. The clock on the nightstand read 12:30. Shit, I thought. We were supposed to be leaving in half an hour and here I was still not dressed and half asleep. Unthinkingly, or maybe still in an exhausted stupor, I walked out of the room to talk to Harry and the lads.
“Well, well, well,” Louis greeted me. “Is that your idea of getting dressed, love?” he teased me.
“Yup,” I said, not really listening to what he’d said and turning to Harry. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked him. “Is the bus going to be late?”
“No, it’ll be here shortly but I thought you needed your rest,” he said folding me into his arms and placing his lips to my forehead, trying to sneakily check my temperature. I pulled back from him.
“I’m fine,” I said. He looked at me dubiously but eventually nodded, not releasing me from his embrace.
“Don’t worry Sarah, you’re not the only one to sleep in today,” Liam said, staring pointedly at Niall who was shoveling food into his mouth as usual.
“What?” he asked around a mouthful of what looked to be a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich. Liam rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at him.
“How are you feeling?” Zayn asked me. I must have looked pretty awful; Zayn very rarely noticed when I was ill.
“Not so great if I’m being completely honest, but it’s fine,” I said. I felt Harry drawing me even closer into his side. He was so protective.
“You’ll get a chance to rest on the bus,” Zayn smiled back sympathetically.
“Thank God for that,” I said wiggling out from underneath Harry’s arm. “I’m gonna go change... for real this time.” I added looking at Louis who was smirking at me from where he was sitting on the couch.
I waddled back into our room throwing my hair up into a messy ponytail and trading my sweatpants for a cut off jean jumpsuit. I didn’t bother with makeup or doing anything elaborate with my hair.
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Now that I was “dressed” all there was to do was wait.
The next morning I was exhausted. Going on minimal sleep I felt agitated, irritated and over all annoyed. I was pissed that Dani and El were leaving, already feeling a lot lonelier than originally anticipated. Harry was up even before I was and, being the perfect boyfriend he was, had already begun packing my things for me. As tribute, I thought I’d repay him with a lovely, hot cup of tea. I flicked the kettle on and prepared our mugs, making it just how he liked it. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed yet, making the incorrect assumption that we wouldn’t be bothered for at least a couple of hours. It was nine o’ clock and Zayn, Liam and Louis all trumped in to our suite, plunking themselves down on the couch.
“Ah, Sarah, that tea looks great, thanks love,” Louis said reaching for the cup that I’d placed on the coffee table.
“Did you pack my luggage this morning?” I glared at him.
“Um... no?” he replied back in confusion.
“Oh, well than that tea isn’t for you, is it?” I retorted, a tad sassier than needed but as I said before, I was a little pissed off. “Harry, babe, come take a break,” I called in the direction of our room. He came out looking half asleep still, his hair billowing around his face.
“Oh, look who’s here,” he muttered sarcastically, although not as angrily as I’d addressed them. “Did the girls get to the airport alright?” He asked them.
“Yeah,” Zayn sighed, glancing at his phone, probably waiting for a text from Perrie. Liam and Lou just nodded.
“I can’t believe they left me,” I mumbled, sliding down on the couch next to Louis, knees pulled up to my chest as I snuggled my hot cup of tea against my shivering body. We were in bloody L.A. and I was still freezing.
“Awe, love,” Louis laughed draping his arm around me. “Think of it as an opportunity for us to get even closer,” he winked at me.
I rolled my eyes.
“Aren’t we close enough?” I sighed.
“No, nowhere near. So, tell me your life story,” he teased.
“I wouldn’t piss her off right now,” Harry warned him. He knew me so well he could sense what kind of mood I was in and, more importantly, knew the consequences.
“Awe, somebody on their period?” Louis mocked, his lower lip jutting out. I slowly turned my face to glower at him. “I’ll take that as I yes...” he mumbled, his arm retreating from around me.
“Watch it Lou,” Harry cautioned again, walking over and scooping me up in his arms, before sitting down in my previous spot with me in his lap.
“Just ignore him,” he breathed in my ear. I felt my body relax into him instantly and even let my eyes drift close in his embrace.
“When are we taking off?” Zayn asked, still staring at his silent phone. I felt bad for him, these separations from Perrie were clearly excruciating for him, and it hadn’t even been three hours yet.
“The bus will be here by one-ish,” Liam said, he sounded tired.
“Ugh, that’s what I just can’t wait for, living on a bus,” I muttered hiding my face in Harry’s shoulder.
“Oh don’t worry love, we’ll give you two the largest, most private bunk and pretend not to hear,” Louis laughed, nudging me with his elbow.
“Keep that up and I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep,” I forced a super fake, sarcastic smile at him and watched as the amused look drifted from his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I laughed.
“Finally, someone who can out sass you with their snarky comments, Lou,” Liam laughed. He leaned around Louis and gave me a high five.
“You might wanna be a bit nicer, Lou, I know El wants kids some day,” Harry laughed and we all joined in.
“Alright, alright, alright you’ve all had your fun, so now if you’re quite done,” Louis snapped at us.
“Awe, baby can dish it out but just can’t take it?” I mocked him, jutting my lower lip out like he had earlier.
“No,” he retorted.
“Like a baker that hates cake but always bakes it,” I laughed.
“What the bloody fuck does that even mean? Harry, your girlfriend is on something,” Lou said, waving his hands about his face so as to say I was crazy.
“No Louis, that’s PMS, get used to it. It’s gonna be a fun couple of months,” I winked at him as I got up off the couch and kissed Harry. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go put some proper clothes on,” I informed them.
“Oh don’t bother,” Lou called out. “We’ll get quite used to seeing you braless!” I rolled my eyes and laughed as I heard Harry rightly punch him in the arm and the subsequent “OW!” that followed. It was
going to be a fun couple of months, I thought somewhat sarcastically.
I stretched out on our bed and threw a pillow over my head to drown out the sound of their conversation emanating from the living room. I was very tired; all I could think about was sleep. And I wasn’t feeling well. My head throbbed, my body ached and I felt positively sick to my stomach. I heard the door creak open and felt the bed move as Harry plopped down on it next to me. I pulled the pillow back to look at him.
“Don’t mind them, we’ll have our own hotel room most of the time,” Harry said, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Thank God for that,” I laughed. “I’m sorry I’m so bitchy, I’m just so tired I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I said, hugging the pillow tighter to my chest.
“Well, let’s get your hot water bottle out,” he said, turning around and rifling through our things in search of it.
Obviously he was just dismissing my symptoms as being period related, just as Louis had. He knew that I used my hot water bottle for cramps, but that wasn’t the problem.
“No, Harry don’t bother, it’s not cramps. I think I’m just coming down with something,” I told him, my hands grasping at his shirt collar, dragging him back to the bed.
“Probably from the plane, or the drastic weather change, you know what your mum would say: ‘Heat breeds germs’,” he said, imitating her voice causing me to laugh along with him.
“She’s probably right,” I sighed, leaning back and closing my eyes so as to soothe my aching head.
“Awe, sweetheart,” he breathed, climbing up on the bed and pulling me tight against him where I drifted off to sleep.
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When I woke up again, my suitcases were sitting by the door alongside Harry’s. I heard quiet conversation coming from the living room. The clock on the nightstand read 12:30. Shit, I thought. We were supposed to be leaving in half an hour and here I was still not dressed and half asleep. Unthinkingly, or maybe still in an exhausted stupor, I walked out of the room to talk to Harry and the lads.
“Well, well, well,” Louis greeted me. “Is that your idea of getting dressed, love?” he teased me.
“Yup,” I said, not really listening to what he’d said and turning to Harry. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked him. “Is the bus going to be late?”
“No, it’ll be here shortly but I thought you needed your rest,” he said folding me into his arms and placing his lips to my forehead, trying to sneakily check my temperature. I pulled back from him.
“I’m fine,” I said. He looked at me dubiously but eventually nodded, not releasing me from his embrace.
“Don’t worry Sarah, you’re not the only one to sleep in today,” Liam said, staring pointedly at Niall who was shoveling food into his mouth as usual.
“What?” he asked around a mouthful of what looked to be a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich. Liam rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at him.
“How are you feeling?” Zayn asked me. I must have looked pretty awful; Zayn very rarely noticed when I was ill.
“Not so great if I’m being completely honest, but it’s fine,” I said. I felt Harry drawing me even closer into his side. He was so protective.
“You’ll get a chance to rest on the bus,” Zayn smiled back sympathetically.
“Thank God for that,” I said wiggling out from underneath Harry’s arm. “I’m gonna go change... for real this time.” I added looking at Louis who was smirking at me from where he was sitting on the couch.
I waddled back into our room throwing my hair up into a messy ponytail and trading my sweatpants for a cut off jean jumpsuit. I didn’t bother with makeup or doing anything elaborate with my hair.
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Now that I was “dressed” all there was to do was wait.
Notes
Technically, I've already posted this chapter, but I've made some changes cause I just wasn't too happy with it :P Going to try and post a new one soon! Please rate/comment/subscribe my lovelies <3
Ah!! They're too adorable. Really, they are! And I just have this sneaking suspicion that a proposal is very near in their future. Maybe even at/ after his mom's wedding. I can't wait til the next chapter!! More please!!!
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