Mind Games

Chapter 3

My eyes flew open, my heart beating fast. Harry was snoring abnormally loud. I looked at the clock, 3 am. He rarely snored so I knew he was coming down with something. I decided to get up to make him some tea, trying to still digest what my dream just consisted of. I gently moved his arm and detached my bare body from his. I got out of bed as quietly as I could and put on Harry's shirt that he had put to dry. It was big and warm from being next to the heater. I took my phone and lit the flash light, making my way down the hall to the top of the stairs. I saw a light on coming from down stairs, maybe someone couldn't sleep. 

I tip toed into the kitchen to find Niall and Liam up, attacking the left over food from earlier in the evening. 

"Can't sleep?" I asked, startling them. 

"And I was hungry, this house is too big so I texted Liam to meet me downstairs.'' Niall said with a mouth full of god knows what.

I let out a small chuckle, walking over to the fridge.

Liam looked at me from head to toe "I assume that's Harry's shirt?"

"No, most of my wardrobe consists of over sized t shirts." I answered sarcastically. 

Made them both laugh, success. 

"What are you doing up at 3 am hmm?" Niall inquired. 

"Harry was snoring, he usually snores right before he's about to come down with a cold or something, tour starts next week I don't want to take any chances of him getting sick right before, so I'm making him some ginger tea with lemon,garlic and honey"

"I wish Sophia made me tea when I'm sick…" Liam sighed. 

I laughed at the comment " I'll make you tea whenever you want, silly. You two want some now?" 

"Yes please" they both nodded. 

I prepared 4 cups, 2 for them, 2 for Harry and I. 

I started making my way back up the stairs and

whispering loudly said, "Get to bed you won't be able to wake up tomorrow !"

"Yes mum" Niall mocked. 

I rolled my eyes playfully. 

When I got back into the room he was still knocked out, snoring louder than before. 

I set the tea down next to the nightstand provided. 

I shook him lightly, waking him up with a grunt. 

"What's happening ?" he managed to say, eyes still closed. 

I touched his forehead, burning like hell. 

"You were snoring, babe. I think you're getting sick"

"Yeah I feel like shit." 

"I brought you some tea, drink it all you should be better by morning." I insisted.

"You're great, thank you, love."

He took a sip, then a gulp. 

"Did I wake you?" he asked with droopy eyes.

"Yeah but it's okay. I don't mind, I have to take care of my boy."

He smiled, exposing those dented dimples. 

"What would I do without you?"

"Well you'd still be a successful pop star that can get any girl he wants."

He narrowed his eye brows and half smiled "I got the only girl I ever wanted, so i guess that makes me a successful pop star that's in love."

Love? There it was. The big "L". I froze for a minute, trying to analyze what had just happened.