Smile

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve:

Megans POV

Just once, I wish we could go somewhere without being bombarded by paparazzi. Is that too much to ask for?

Even when we're situated in our seats, they continue to take pictures of us. Honestly, I could hardly see the runway at all. Aside from the fact that Harry was sitting next to me the entire day, it wasn't all that enjoyable.

"Well, that was...interesting," I comment, on our way back from the show. Looking around the limo, I find Louis passed out on Sofia's shoulder. Sofia is asleep as well, her head resting on top of his. Only Harry is awake.

"I wish we could just get a break, you know?" he responds. I nod. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't famous. But, what are you gonna do?"

"If you weren't famous, we never would have met, though." I point out, blushing. He smiles.

"True," he says. I smile. Throughout the rest of the silent car ride, I stare out the window, wondering.

Wondering what life would be like if I were dating Harry. Wondering how my life would be if I had never met him.

I catch myself drifting off to sleep, and jerk myself awake. I am NOT letting Harry Styles see me as the snoring, sleep-talking and walking, drooling, mess that I am when I sleep. When we reach the hotel, I shake Sofia awake.

"Wake up," I say.

"Wake up." I shake her.

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

"I'm up!" she shouts, opening her eyes. Harry laughs, and Louis mumbles something incoherent, and slowly wakes up.

"We're here," Harry tells him. He yawns, sitting up.

"Oh," he says. The driver opens the door for us, and we walk out. I make sure to hand him a tip on the way.

Sofia has to almost carry Louis up to our hotel rooms, as he's so tired. We have the penthouse suite, complete with two bedrooms. Sofia and I share one, while the boys share the other at the opposite end of the suite.

Once inside mine and Sofia's room, I groggily strip off my clothes, and pull a pair of pajama pants on. Half asleep, I walk out into the kitchen, to grab a bottle of water.

"Oh, uhm, hi," someone says. My head snaps up, to find Harry. I look down at my chest, realizing I'm wearing only a bra. I instantly cover up myself with my arms. "Here."

He throws me a shirt that was laying on the table. I slip it on without hesitation. It's warm, and big - it's Harry's.

"Thanks," I mumble, blushing. I look up, and find that he's now shirtless.

Don't stare at his abs, Megan.

Don't do it.

Don't-

Crap.

Once I've looked, I can't look away. He laughs, obviously noticing.

"You look good in my t-shirt," he comments. I blush, not knowing what to say.

"Can you, uhm, pass me a water bottle?" I ask, finally. He nods, and ducks into the fridge behind him to get me one. He throws it to me, and I catch it, mid-air. I turn around, walking back to my room. As I'm about to open the door, he calls to me.

"Megan! Wait!"

I turn around to face him. He's leaning against the wall in the hallways, his hands in his pajama pant pockets.