Imperfect Perfections times Five (1D Fanfic) (Book 1)

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A perfect problem

Alyssa's P.O.V

Snug, warm and comfortable in my bed, I woke up when my phone was vibrating under my pillow. I reached in and took it out.

"Hello...this is Alyssa. Who's calling?" I murmured quietly; my eyes were still shut.

"Your boyfriend!" said a deep, sexy voice across the phone. "Did you even look at the screen? Why can I only see your ears?"

Face call!

I opened my eyes slightly and looked at my phone. Dimples and doe eyes were surrounded by soft curled hair. I smiled. His face was all I needed to see right now. Talk about dreams coming true.

"Oh my god! Leonardo DiCaprio, is that really you?" I sarcastically said.

"No, Harry," he replied.

"Oh, my other boyfriend! Hey, what's up?" I teased.

"How many do you have?" he asked.

"You know what; night time is for people to sleep!" I whispered on loudspeaker, not having the energy to talk out loud.

"And other stuff..." he replied, winking.

"Harry, you dirty nasty-" I got cut off.

"I only said stuff. Look who's dirty now?" he caught me.

"Please get to the point, my head demands rest!" I said, whining.

"I just wanted to hear your voice...and see you. Please quit whispering...talk babe!" he pleaded.

"You're impossible. It's four am for flip sake!" I said in a slightly louder voice than I'd been speaking in.

He turned to the other side of his bed. I distantly heard Louis snoring in the background from next door. He was loud, even when he slept. I'd love to have been sleeping like him. Harry would always call me at the most random of times. It was cute - I had to admit! I wasn't going to let him know that, though.

"You there, miss?" Harry said, waving his hand.

"Just thinking..." I trailed off.

"About?" he asked.

"How much I'd love to be snoring like Lou!" I replied.

Harry got up from his bed. God! He was literally, not fully, but almost - naked.

"Please put some clothes on! Actually no pleases, JUST PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" I loudly whispered.

"You know you like it," he very casually replied.

He walked to his bedroom door and opened it to greet his phone to an empty hallway. He walked over to Louis' room and walked in - not even bothering to knock. The snoring grew louder and louder. He zoomed in on Louis' face. His mouth was wide open and he was presumably wearing a stripy orange top; although, I couldn't distinguish colours because it was pretty dark.

"He's hot!" I randomly said, closing my eyes again.

"Hey!" Harry loudly whispered, defensively.

I opened my eyes after a minute to be greeted by his gorgeous face again. I squealed ever so quietly in my mind.

"What?" I asked sarcastically.

"You love me, not him?" he asked.

"I don't know. I think I've been going out with you for the past two years for no reason whatsoever!" I sarcastically replied.

He smiled and we carried on talking for quite a while. I had chosen to keep my eyes shut like I did every time he rang me in the middle of the night. Listening to his voice was soothing enough for my extremely sleepy head.

"Wait, I think I've got another call!" he said, putting me on hold.

Who was calling him at this time? I opened my eyes and began pouting at the screen, bored. It was hardly a whole minute when he came back.

"I would kiss you if I was there. God, you're so desperate!" he said, laughing.

I realised he was watching me again. I blushed, but thankfully, he couldn't tell.

"Who called you?" I asked becoming serious.

"A person..." he replied.

"I'm sorry?" I asked again.

"Car...o...line," he slowly said.

"I'm sorry?" I repeated myself. "Harry Styles, why is she calling you all of a sudden after two years at quarter past four in the morning?"

I raised my eyebrows and saw him acknowledge the seriousness on my face.

"She accidentally dialled my number, but it was cool," he said.

"B-but," I couldn't help stuttering.

"Hey, hey. She's just a friend. You've met her loads of times anyway," he reminded me.

Oh yes, I'd certainly met her enough times to last me a lifetime. Despite being an obsessed Harry fan, I didn't have much hatred towards Caroline when they went out three years ago. Of course, being a fan an all, I was definitely jealous and may have muttered a few swear words here and there under my breath. However, my beef with her wasn't because she was my boyfriend's ex. It was rather indirect.