While on the Run

Part XX

I couldn't help the snort that left me when I peeked in and saw a sleeping Harry, legs spread wide, arms flown over his face and comforter half hanging off the bed. I shut the door behind me as quietly as possible and placed our drinks on the dresser closest to the king bed. I then slipped off my shoes and crawled into Harry's bed, placing my arm loosely around his lower waist and my head tucked under his chin.

Harry's body immediately reacted, rolling towards me to slot our legs together, placing one arm around my back while the other rested under my head. I slowly started to stroke the skin of Harry's bare back that I could reach. "Wakey, wakey, sleepy head," I whispered against his neck, lips tickling the skin there. Harry responded with a grunt and pulled me closer to his body.

"What time is it?" he mumbled, voice barely audible due to his morning rasp.

"It's around 7," I replied, continuing to run my nails against his back. Harry sighed in response, hiked his left leg on top of my hip and rolled us over until he was hovering over my body. He supported himself on his elbows with his legs boxing in my own.

"Good morning, beautiful," he mumbled, his lips barely hovering above my own. I smiled at his low voice and examined the features on his face. Thankfully, it looked like he got much better sleep than Liam. I could see a small amount of stubble starting to creep onto Harry's cheekbone and jawline, his eyes slitted close together as he was willing himself to truly wake up.

"Happy show day, handsome," I whispered and reached up to pet my right hand through the curls on top of his head. His face lit up with a huge smile.

"Fuck, I forgot," he let out with a chuckle. "Damn, today's going to be a good day."

I smiled just as wide, not quite believing the incredible man I had towering above me at the moment. He was such a gentle and happy soul, a label that people in the media sometimes had a hard time giving him in the eyes of the public.

"That's right," I started in a teasing tone. "Now get your butt in the shower, please. I need to make sure Liam was successful in actually getting Louis and Niall out of bed."

Harry's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "Liam?"

"Yeah, poor thing was up before I was. So we went to get breakfast together." I nodded my head where our two drinks were waiting on the dresser. Harry nodded his head in understanding and then leaned down to place a kiss on my forehead before rolling off of me and heading towards where his tea was waiting.

"I forgot about his sleeping thing," Harry mumbled. I hummed in response, Harry seemingly lost in his own thoughts. After a few moments, I too climbed out of his bed and moved to grab my coffee and squeeze Harry's hand. "Shower, yeah?" I asked. Harry nodded in response to my statement, but still seemed to be wrapped in his own mind. I'm not even sure why I'm surprised. This day was bound to bring back a multitude of memories for the boys. They've played hundreds of stadiums before and though tonight was bound to be different from those other nights, it would still have an air of familiarity that was sure to haunt them five years later.

I made my way out of his room and towards those of Louis and Niall, praying they would already be up and awake. When, to my happy surprise, I heard their showers running, I made my way back towards my bedroom to make myself a bit more presentable for the day.

I decided to straighten my hair and then do my daily make-up routine. Once I was done, I packed up my makeup into a to-go bag so that I could fix it up before the show. Checking the time, I quickly changed into a matching Ralph Lauren set of leggings and a sports bra. I threw a loose denim jacket over the look and slipped my feet into my classic Adidas sneakers. I made my way towards my closet, trying to pick out an outfit for the actual concert. I finally decided on a pair of mom jeans, a black lace bralette, a loose fitting black blazer and black Steve Madden pumps. After picking out accessories and packing everything in my Vera Bradley tote, I made my way outside and towards the van to throw my bag in the back. By the time I made it back to the kitchen, my phone clock read 7:50am.