Ally’s POV

My mind was still reeling from the kiss Harry had given me only minutes before as I drove down the streets of London. Since I was the only one sober with a license, I had to drive. Liam offered to be the co-pilot, which was good considering I didn’t really know where I was going and the others were too intoxicated to help. After I dropped off Dani and El at their flats Harry began playing with my wet hair through the seat. He definitely sobered up some since our kiss, but the alcohol still had a slight effect on him as he twisted my curls into little braids.

“Harry, don’t distract her.” Liam calmly advised.

“Harreh don’t make us crash!” Zayn cried from the backseat. Through the rear view mirror I could see Harry pouting as he sat back in his seat. It was like watching a little kid be told he couldn’t have cookies before dinner. Suddenly, Louis randomly sniffed the air.

“Smells like wet Harry in here.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“It smells like my cologne!” Harry protested. Louis reached over in his seat to gently pat Harry on the knee.

“I know mate…I know.” He whispered soothingly.

“Louis what on earth are you on about?” Liam groaned. I couldn’t help but laugh at Liam as he ran his hands over his face in exhaustion.

“Well Liam, Mr. Sexy Lips chose to snog out in the precipitation, making him wet as a result, and his name happens to be Harry. I was making a play on words…comparing him to a wet dog…it was funny Liam…a joke…ha.ha.ha.” Louis rambled. Niall leaned forward to whack Louis atop the head. “Oi! What was that for!”

“Guys! Behave! The pretty girl needs to be able to drive carefully!” Harry scolded them in a whisper as if I couldn’t hear him. The rest of the short ride went on like this. The boys bantering was the background to Liam giving me directions back to the house.

When we pulled into the drive Liam and I decided to divvy up responsibilities. Liam was in charge of making sure Niall got to bed and I had Zayn. Though Harry was still a little tipsy, he was well enough to help, so he took charge of Louis. The two of them bounded into the house, giggling away as they strode down the hall while I led Zayn to his room. I found a pair of gray sweats for him to wear before ushering him into the washroom. He appeared moments later with them on and instantly crawled into bed, snoring within mere seconds. Okay, Zayn was all set. On my way to my room I decided to stop by Liam’s room.

“Is Niall all set?” I asked while standing in the doorway. Liam was rummaging through his drawers as music lightly played around the room. He turned around to greet me with a smile at the sound of my voice. “Zayn’s out cold.”

“Niall’s asleep too,” Liam answered, moving to his bed to take off his trainers, “And the dangerous duo…?”

“I was about to go check.” I told him. “Good night Liam!”

“Good night Ally!” Liam called as I walked out. Harry had the next room. The door was wide open and the light was off, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. Niall’s room came next, but his door was shut tight. I highly doubted Harry would be in there. Finally, I came to Louis’ door. The deep, cherry red wooden door was wide open, similar to Harry’s, but this time the area was occupied. Both Louis and Harry were sprawled out on Louis’ floor fast asleep.

I tore Lou’ duvet off the bed and covered them up. Louis was out like a light, but Harry stirred at the contact. His eyebrows furrowed like they do when he concentrates on something and his arms reached out. The moment was gone as quickly as it came, but the action was sweet all the same. I bent down to place a kiss on his forehead before leaving for my room.
I was tired. It was late. Once I stepped into my room I noticed one of the sweaters Harry had given me a while back hanging out of my suitcase along with the pant leg of some black leggings. I quickly changed, instantly feeling more comfortable and definitely warmer. I cuddled deep into my duvet, sleep finding me as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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When I woke up I was not in my room though my duvet was still wrapped around me. Instead I was on the couch with my head resting on Harry's lap. He had changed into a pair of gray sweats that were really soft. I could feel Harry's hands lightly brushing my hair away from my neck.

"Ally, did I wake you?" Harry whispered slowly in my ear. I rolled over knowing exactly where his lips would be before attaching them to mine. I could feel Harry smile just as he pulled away. "I thought you would be warmer with me."

"How are you feeling?" I asked him. I reached up to brush away a few of his curls that fell into his field of vision.

"I have a bit of a headache." He said. No surprise there, though he was the least drunk apart from Liam.

"Same here," I replied. Harry immediately became worried.

"Please tell me you didn't have any alcohol! Did someone pressure you? I knew I shouldn't have taken you to a club…" Harry moaned, stroking my cheeks in worry.

"Harry...calm! I had a lot of fun, my head's just pounding from the music," I explained. He instantly relaxed. Then he groaned. "Is everyone else awake?"

"Liam is out with Danielle, Zayn went for a Starbucks run, Niall is on the back porch, and as far as I know Lou is still in bed," he racked his brain incase he missed something.

"In bed? You were on the floor when I walked in," I told him with a laugh.

"I lifted him in bed before I got you. Thank you for the blanket," he answered.

"Your welcome curly. How long have we been down here?" I quizzed.

"Since four or five I think," he responded, kissing my forehead.

"We should stay in today." I suggested, noting how Harry’s eyebrows pulled together every once in a while when he winced from his headache. He rested his head against the cushions to alleviate his symptoms.

"I was thinking the same thing. I believe there's a tub of Ben&Jerry's in the freezer. Ice cream and films?" Harry suggested. I nodded just as the back door creaked open.

"I'm going to visit with Josh," Niall said, trudging through with his Ray bans on. On his way out he ruffled Harry's curls. He was only gone for a few moments before he strolled back in. "I don't have me license."

"I'll drive you," Harry offered. I sat up to let him by. He pecked me on the cheek and then it was out the door; no shirt, just sweats. Just as that door closed a door upstairs opened. Louis shuffled down stairs wrapped in his duvet. He sat down right next to me and laid his head on my lap with a sigh.

"You okay?" I asked while patting his shoulder. He let out another sigh, dragging this one out even more than the last.

"I'm tired and my head hurts," he whined, jutting out his bottom lip.

"Do you want some tea?" I questioned. I could feel Louis nod, so I slipped out, replacing my spot with a pillow. He kept his Yorkshire tea in the closest cupboard to the sink and the tea pot was already warm. Someone must have used it this morning. I heated it anyways, which didn't take long. His tea was ready in no time. "Here Lou.”

Louis sat up to give me room before accepting the cup. "Thanks Alls." I cuddled back into my duvet while we watched Friends reruns, every so often giggling at the quips. I made sure not to laugh too loud in efforts not to aggravate Louis’ head pains. Finally, Harry came through the door with a baggy sweatshirt on and some frozen pizza's.

"Zayn met up with Perrie at Starbucks." Harry said while putting the pizzas in the freezer. "He's spending the day at her flat."

"So it's a...Larly Strylinson day?" Louis asked, trying his best to blend our names together. Harry's laugh came loud and clear from the kitchen followed by a groan. "How are you feeling mate?"

"Headache," he replied while rubbing his temple. Harry laid down across our laps with his head in mine. He reached for the remote before flipping through the channels, uninterested in pretty much everything that was on. Finally, he saw Aladdin, so he stopped.

"This is my one of my favorite Disney movies!" I said quietly. Harry dug around in his pocket until he found his phone. We all pulled a face; Harry was wide eyed with a huge smile, Louis made the face on the Scream mask, and I hid all but my eyes behind Harry's curls.

"@Harry_Styles: #LarlyStrylinson @AStriker7 + @Louis_Tomlinson xx."

When they started singing 'A Whole New World' Harry rolled off of us and onto the carpet. He hit the floor with a bang, but continued to lift the carpet like in the movie and start singing.

"I can show you the world!" He sang. I snatched his phone while he sang the rest, taking a picture off his phone before he could finish. Once I posted it on his Instagram I logged onto my twitter.

"@AStriker7: @Harry_Styles thinks he's Aladdin.. Xx http://t.co/HALtss94D "

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Two frozen pizza's, a tub of Ben&Jerry's and six movies later Liam, Niall, and Zayn got home. They all strolled in together, engrossed in a conversation about the newest Justin Timberlake song. Harry was back to laying on our laps and too focused in Iron man to notice, but their loud voices called to Louis‘ attention.

“Boys. Boys! Please! Some of us let Louis Tomlinson get the best of them last night!” He moaned, gesturing to him and Harry. The three of them laughed lightly behind us.

"Watching films all day, huh? What did you see?" Niall asked as he leaned over the edge of the couch.

"Erm, Aladdin, Peter Pan, Love Actually, the Hangover, the A Team, and we’re working on Iron Man," Harry answered, keeping his eyes locked to the action taking place on the screen.

"Disney films? I want to watch Disney films!" Liam exclaimed.

"Oh no, here we go," Zayn murmured, retreating to the kitchen.

"After this one ends you can choose the next one.” Louis suggested. Not even kidding, as soon as Iron Man faded to black, signaling the end, Liam took the liberty of putting in Toy Story 3. Niall and Zayn had made themselves comfortable on the small couch nearest the porch while Liam took the arm chair.

"Oh great," I mumbled, resting my chin atop Harry‘s head..

"What's wrong babe," Harry asked as the trailers began to play.

"I always cry during this movie," I confessed, "It's just so sad." Harry took my hand in his. He began rubbing it gently as the movie played.

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Harry's POV

We watched the movie quietly, mostly because Liam and Ally didn't like it when we talked. Every once and a while Ally would bury her face in my curls. I could tell she was trying not to cry. That or she was already crying. At the last scene I felt a tight squeeze on my hand. I lifted her hand to my lips, giving it a kiss. When the credits started rolling I turned around. Tears were streaming down Ally's face. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were puffy. I chuckled a bit catching her attention. My hand snapped up to wipe the tears. Then Ally started laughing.

"Look at me! I'm almost 17 and I’m bawling my eyes out over Toy Story!" She said.

"Don't worry. Liam's almost 19 and he's crying," Louis assured her.

"I'm not crying!" Liam snapped while trying to blink away his watery eyes. I would be lying if I said I didn’t get emotional more than once. It happens every time we watch this film.

"Guys, it almost ten o'clock and I'm hungry," Niall whined. We all kind of looked around, not wanting to be the one to go out.

"I'll go with you Niall," Ally offered. He looked like she told him she got him a puppy for Christmas.

"Can we go get burgers or something?" He asked, practically bouncing up and down.

"Sure," she said while slipping out from underneath me.

"Do you need money?" I asked as I dug for my wallet.

"No, I've got it," Ally told me, waving hers in the air. She took the liberty of snatching my hoodie from its hanger near the door, slipping her arms through and wrapping herself up in the fabric. Even though it was much too big for her, Ally made it look incredible.

"Take my car," I suggested, "the keys should be by the door." Everyone just stared at me. I rarely let anyone drive my car. I trust Ally though. Besides, the nearest burger place is just around the corner or so. The worst that could happen is a bad paparazzi attack. That's pretty likely. In moments, she and Niall ran out the door; Niall literally.

"Did she say almost 17?" Zayn asked as soon as the door shut tight.

"Erm yeah, her birthday's this month," I said. They all looked excited. Ha. Birthday’s are always a big deal for us.

"When?!" They cried in unison.

"The 24th," I stated with confidence.

"Ally's birthday the 24th, our anniversary as a band is the 23rd, and your anniversary the 22nd Harold!" Louis exclaimed.

"How did you know when my anniversary was?" I quizzed. I knew of course. I had been planning the one month for a week and a half now....plus her party!

"I remember those things!" He explained. “It’s not everyday little Hawwy is so in love he can barely pay attention to anything. Besides, I like her.”

"Have you thought of any plans?" Zayn asked.

"For our anniversary, something quiet. Maybe a film and I can make dinner...." I explained.

"Simple, but effective," Louis pointed out as I rested my head on the armrest. I was tired. Really tired.

"We can all hang out on the 23rd. After all, it is our day and we have that twitcam session. Then I was going to speak to Uncle Si about any good venues to rent, invite some people, and surprise her." I told them. Louis grinned really wide. He liked surprises....and parties....mostly parties.

"You're pretty serious about her aren't you Haz," Liam said with a smile. I was about to speak, but Louis did instead.

"They have that sparkle! Can't you guys see it? You all have it! Even me, but Hazza's sparkle is special!" He exclaimed. What was he on about?

"Yeah, I've seen it," Zayn confessed, "Our Harry's in love mates." Just as I was about to speak again the door opened. Niall ran in with his take away leaving Ally to trail behind with ours.

"Food!" She cried while dumping it on the table. We rushed over devouring everything insanely quick. One by one the kitchen emptied and the boys were going to sleep.

"Good night Niall!" Ally called as he headed upstairs. Then it was us. "Harry, can I ask you something?"

"Anything babe," I told her. Ally shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She glanced out the doorway as if to make sure we were really alone. Something about her seemed uneasy, nervous, or upset. I couldn't pin it.

"Does it ever stop...the hate..?" She asked while toying with an imaginary thread. Oh no. Most of the fans came around once they realized we were happy. I’ve read what some people have said about our relationship and it hurt me to know Ally has been seeing the same things. I can’t even protect her. I love the fans, but they can be harsh. I scooted my chair over so I could hold her hand as I spoke.

"Eventually," I told her, "It's hard, I know that. I will take care of it. Just pay no attention to the haters. There are so many people that love you. I love you." Ally smiled, but her eyes told me her thoughts were elsewhere.

"I can handle it, I can take it, and I can stand my ground, but I just hope it ends." She said softly. I lightly kissed her temple. My poor Ally. We sat together for a few minutes before going upstairs. I left Ally at her room, feeling completely helpless. I had to think of something to at least calm the hate. When I got to my room I pulled my duvet and pillow on the ground, feeling much more comfortable and content than getting into bed . Stevie Wonder was playing in the background as my eyes slowly fluttered closed.

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