"Would you like a tour?" Harry asked while lifting our hands from under the table. I nodded, rising from my seat, and following him out of the room. "That was the kitchen." Harry said, motioning to the room we just left.

"Oh was it? I would have thought it was the bathroom." I replied with a shrug. Harry smiled.

"Hey, it's not that messy now!" He defended. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to continue. We moved to the right, passing the lounge area on the way.

"That is the sitting room. I like to sit in there a lot...it's warm," Harry told me whilst nodding in the directioin of the lounge. Together we made our way up the giant spiral staircase. The steps were wider than usual. As we reached the top I noticed three doors lined the left side, three doors lined the back, and three doors lined the right. Harry walked to the left first, opening the first door. Behind the door was a semi-circular room much like the lounge downstairs. A desk scattered with papers sat in one corner, facing a floor to ceiling bookshelf filled with books.

"Have you read all of these?" I asked, parting hands with Harry. I gravitated to the shelves, skimming my fingers along the spine of a tattered book.

"No. I've read some, but I don't like to sit down and read very much. Zayn has read most of these...Louis too...and I think Liam comes in here often." Harry answered. I moved over a bit to a newer spine and let out a loud laugh. Pulling out the book, I held it up to Harry.

"'One Direction: Forever Young'? You have your own book?" I questioned with another laugh. Harry joined in as well. Moving over to a different section of the shelves, Harry pulled out 'One Direction: Dare to Dream'.

"Of course! Don't deny...you have it too!" I blushed in the truth of his statement. I was a hardcore fan before all of this...I can't deny I have a lot of their merchandise. After putting the books back on the shelves, Harry took my hand in his once again. We made our way back in to the hall, passing the second door on the way. "Toilets." Harry explained, nodding at the door. Finally we came to a stop in front of a black door with silvery trim on the inside; the third door on the left side. "This is Zayn's room...I'm sure you will see it at some point."
After we turned the corner we approached a clean, light wood door. "This is Liam's room." Harrys said before moving in front of a door with dark stained wood and a big 'H' in black script.

"I wonder who's room this is," I said sarcastically. Harry turned the knob to reveal a neat little room decorated in concert posters and piles of folded clothes. I entered first, spinning around to get a better look at the Elvis, Coldplay, and The Fray posters that lined the walls. Then my eyes shifted to the frames on his night stand. One frame held a picture of Harry with his mother and sister. The picture looked somewhat recent, probably from a visit paid in the seven months he and I were apart from one another. I was about to turn back to him when a smaller frame caught my eye. The picture was a snaphot I recognized from one of our many skype conversations.

*FLASHBACK*

"Harrrryyyyyyy!" I whined as I heard the keys on his keyboard signifying another screen capture. "Stop taking pictures of me!"

"So you are allowed to have pictures of me around your room while I'm away, but I can't have any pictures of you?" He defended. Damn. I blushed at the fact he knew I had posters of him up from the first time he visited. Suddenly, I heard another capture signal.

"You can't just use one of the many selfies we've sent back and forth...there are bound to be some embarrassing shots in those," I told him. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. I laughed at the fact he was getting so annoyed. He was kind of cute when he was annoyed. Who am I kidding...he was cute all of the time...but I could never tell him that...I couldn't tell him how I felt. He would never feel the same.

"Allyson Elizabeth.." Harry began, using my full and middle name against me.

"I'll only do it if you do it with me!" I compromised. Harry's face turned in to a sly smile on the screen in front of me. With a quick shake of his curls, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Fine." He agreed. "One...Two...Three...CHEEEEEEEEEESE!" I smiled extremely wide, with my eyes squinting slightly, and my curls falling out of my bun a bit to frame my face. From the other end I heard the capture signal go off. Harry was smiling to the side, most likely at the picture.

"How did it come out?" I asked. He bit his lower lip to stiffle a laugh. I felt my cheeks flush red. Was it that embarrassing?

"It's actually quite cute," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Alright, alright, enough with taking pictures of me," I cheered with a giggle, "How was the show tonight?"

*END FLASHBACK*

My eyes darted from the picture of me to Harry. He stood there in the doorway with a sheepish grin. Though the lighting was dim, I could see the slightest bit of red color his cheeks.

"You kept this?" I asked, pointing in the direction of the small frame.

"Are you kidding?! Don't you remembe rwhat I had to go through to get that?" He questioned. I made my way back over to him, sliding my arm around his waist.

"I do. I do. Now finish showing me around so I can got to bed Styles." I told him. Harry chuckled before leading me to the next door. This door was painted in a deep navy blue. A small leprechaun sticker was stuck to the door handel. Niall's room.

"A fan gave that to Niall at a signing. He has a whole sheet of them. I would wake up each morning with a new sticker on my doorknob," Harry said, smiling to himself at the memory. We turned the corner to stand in front of a dark, cherry red door. "Louis' room," Harry noted, gesturing to the door. We looked down the rest of the hall to the two other doors left to be seen. "That last one is the toilet again, but this one here will be your room." Harry stopped us infront of a simple white door. He turned the handel to reveal a queen size bed decorated by a green duvet. The walls were painted a soft cream color and a chestnut dresser occupied the right wall. A small chandellier was the only source of light, but it was dainty, petite, and beautiful. I assumed this is where Gemma stays when she visits, or Greg, or any of Zayn's siblings or any of their family members in general. "Is this okay? If not we can switch."

"Harry, this is perfect. Thank you. Now get some rest, because I think I will be feeling extra touristy tomorrow!" I said, ruffling Harry's curls, and giving him a wink. Harry groaned at my plans. I leaned up on my tippy toes to give him a quick kiss good night before ushering him out of the room. Once the door shut behind him, i kicked off my flip flops and curled up in the green duvet. No matter how tired I was, my eyes just wouldn't shut. After about an hour or so my phone vibrated with a new message.

Harry:) : I can't sleep...tell me a story:) pleeeeeease!

Notes

To everyone reading...I Love you! Sorry if this chapter is sucky. Leave suggestions below of what should happen!
-Carlie Xx..