While on the Run

Part XIV

"Ugh," I moaned as I heard my alarm go off for the third time that morning. Rolling out of the fluffy white comforter, I reached out to grab my phone from the side table to turn off the ringer. I noticed the time: 3:38am.

"This is not happening right now," I murmured to myself before taking a deep breath and slowly easing myself out of the bed. As soon as my feet touched the carpet, I reached for my robe that was draped over the desk chair in the corner of my hotel room and then turned on the dim, side table lamp. I moved to take a seat towards the foot of the bed and placed my hand on Harry's leg, which was still hidden under the white, puffy blanket.

"Babe," I said as I lightly shook his leg. I started rubbing soothing circles on his back as I started to feel Harry slowly start to wake. "Harry, c'mon. Time to get up."

I heard Harry give a small cough and then he proceeded to untangle himself from the comforter. He propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand reaching across his body in a stretch. "What time is it?" Harry asked. He was looking at me through squinted, green eyes. His hair looked ridiculous, but his bed-head made him look so much younger than his 26-year-old self.

I gave him a small smile, "It's 3:45 in the morning. But you have to get back to your room and head in the shower because we have Good Morning America this morning."

Harry's eyes closed in acknowledgement, but then he dropped his head back onto the bed and curled himself into the white fluff of his blanket. "No, no, no!" I exclaimed as I lunged myself on top of Harry to break him loose of the warmth from the bed. "C'mon, Harry! I already have to deal with getting Niall, Louis and Liam up please just work with me, here!"

I heard Harry chuckle under my desperate attempts to shove him out of bed. "Alright! Alright, I'm getting up!"

Harry emerged from the bed and swung his legs around to hang off the side. "I'm bloody tired," he whispered as he nudged my shoulder with his. I took a good look at his face. His eyes were reduced to slim, green slits and though his hair was a wild mess, his curls were more like waves and his skin looked extra tanned under the dim lighting. I noticed that he was shirtless and wearing his navy boxer briefs, which was exactly what he had worn to bed that night. I let my eyes wander from his face and down the side of his arm to trace the maze of tattoos that were painted across his skin. 

"Hey love," Harry whispered once again. I drew my attention back to his eyes. I could see he had a hint of amusement behind those green orbs. "Now's not the time to ogle." 

Harry winked at me and then bent down to press a kiss to the top of my head as he stood from the bed and stretched his back.

"I'm going to go to my room and head in the shower. Why don't you go make sure the other monkeys are up?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll start with Niall in a few minutes. I'm just going to brush my teeth and head downstairs for everyone's tea and coffee. Can I just leave yours outside of your door?" 

"Yeah, thanks fine," Harry replied as he made his way to my door, now fully clothed in jogger sweatpants and a crewneck sweatshirt.

I heard my door close as I reached for my phone. Current time: 3:51am. "Shit", I mumbled under my breath. I threw my phone back on the bed and padded my way towards the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and combed my fingers through my hair to make myself semi-presentable. I threw on some sweatpants a t-shirt, and my fuzzy slippers and quickly made my way out of my room and into the elevator.

When I arrived at the lobby of our hotel, I quietly made my way towards the front desk. The hotel seemed to be a ghost town, which was exactly what I expected for 4 o'clock in the morning.