Locked up in an attic with Styles

Author's Note: I don't think people read these, but if you do, Thanks for reading this ;) I've gotten far with this story, & I never actually thought I could get more than 100 reads :p so thanks for being supportive, and I absolutely adore you all with your nice and kind comments. x

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OH MY GAWD HE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL . *O*

ALSO, try and find where I wrote one of the lyrics in the chapter.

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*Claire's POV*

I woke up, and took in my surrondings. This is a living room. Harry's living room. What happened yesterday? Oh right, flash backs of yesterday bring me back to my senses. I carefully open the living room door, and I find Anne in the kitchen with a cup of tea.

"Oh good morning Claire." She smiles to me.

"Hi Anne, good morning to you too, thanks for letting me stay, you're so nice!" I say politely as I sit across her.

"Don't mention it Claire. Harry should be down any minute, Warning, he moans a lot when he have hangovers."

"This will be quite a show!" I laugh.

"Oh it always is." She rolls her eyes.

"Muuuuuuum." We hear Harry yell from the stairs.

"Here he goes." Anne whispers. "What honey?" She yells.

"Can you make me teaaa?" 

"You'll have water and asprin, come down." Anne yells to him.

We hear the toilet being flushed and then a few seconds later Harry comes down and enters the kitchen. I look at him admiring how hot he looks, even when he has a bad hangover. He was currently shirtless, and I couldn't keep my eyes of his stomach. His hair was out of place and he was wearing nothing but Kalvin Clein boxers. Damn he's so sexy.

Harry doesn't notice me, as he goes next to his mum near the kitchen counter. Harry turns around and as soon as he notices me, he puts his hands over his chest. "Claire? What the?"

He doesn't notice as his mum motions that she is tiptoeing out in the back yard leaving us alone.

I can't hold it any longer. I burst out laughing and Harry flushes bright red.

"What are you doing here? And did you crawl through my window again?" He asks me after he recovers from his heart attack and instead of sitting on a chair he sits on the table.

"Yes." I lie making sure not to laugh.

"Really? When?" He asks buying the lie. 

"Last night."

He cocked an eyebrow waiting for more.

"I couldn't sleep and I kept thinking of how drunk you were and how lonely you must have felt, so I came in your room, I stripped off and I slept next to you in your bed." I lie on the verge of laughing.

"Wait what? You were naked in my bed and I didn't realize that?" He asks me as his eyes get bigger.

"No you loser, I slept in the living room, after I told your mum everything that happened. And she likes me!" I smirk again.

"Oh." He gives me a flat look.  "Wait you told her what happened at the club?" 

"How do you remember?" I ask him.

"It doesn't matter how much I drink, I still remember the events. Was she mad at me, she always is."  Harry frowns.

"She wasn't. She was actually happy that I'm your girlfriend." I smile proudly to him.

"Oh yeah. That's great." He says with no enthusiasm.

"Here have the asprins Harry, and go lie down in bed alright?" I instruct.

He nods as he gulpes the asprin and drinks the water. "I'll be upstairs then." He says.

"I'll bring you a cup of tea, I'll be right there!" I reply as I turn on the kettle. 

After a few minutes, I walk in Harry's room, and I smile as I look around the room, it's messy, as usual for a boy, and I grin widely, as I see it. There hanging on the wall, size A4, a picture of me and him at the party, when we first sort of became friends in a frame.

"Here you go love. Drink up!" I pat his sweaty head. I wipe my now sweaty hand on my jacket, and Harry notices and chuckles.

"I have a headache!" He moans.

"Sleeping will help, I'll go get you a wet towel okay?" I say as I gently peck his lips.

"Don't leave me Claire." He moans and as he grabs my arm gently.

"I'll be right back." I reply.

I politely make my way to their bathroom, and find a towel and slowly wet it. I walk back in his room, and find him asleep. I sit on the bed next to him, and put the towel on his forehead. He's so beautiful when he's sleeping.