Chapter eight.
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The next morning I am awoken by the bright sunlight seeping in through my curtains, looking around I realise I’m not in my room where am I? Oh that’s right I stayed at Louis’.
Suddenly I become aware of the arm wrapped around my waist and the bare chest my head is resting upon. I look up to see that they belong to Harry and he’s only wearing his boxers.
Why is Harry practically naked?
I then glance down at myself I’m wearing nothing more than Harry’s t-shirt.
What the hell happened last night?
As if he read my voice Harry speaks ‘’ we didn’t do anything babe’’ he mumbles in his deep raspy voice, might I add it sound even hotter in the morning. No. No I did not just think that, I quickly shake the thoughts out of my head.
‘’ I love your tattoos by the way, very nice’’ he continues ‘’ although I’m still waiting to see one more’’ he whispers running his hand along my panties.
It takes me a few moments to process what’s going on but as soon as I do I quickly swat his hand away shooting him a glare, I don’t have the energy to get mad at him right now.
‘’ How did I end up like this then’’ I asked motioning at Harry’s t-shirt.
‘’ you stripped off in front of me and Louis last night, complaining your dress was really uncomfortable, so I gave you my t-shirt to cover you up’’ he laughed.
Wait Louis didn’t see my scars did he?
‘’ Louis didn’t see anything did he’’ I asked hoping he’d know what I was talking about.
‘’No I kicked him out the second you stated undressing, no one gets to see my fiancé naked ‘’ he smiled.
Harry had clearly seen them, but I was glad he didn’t mention it. The t-shirt reached to about mid-thigh which was good because otherwise my scars would still be on show.
A few minutes later we go through to the front room where Louis is sat watching tv.
‘’ Morning’’ he smiles still excited, how does someone have this much energy so early?
‘’ Did you two have fun last night?’’ he asks wiggling his eye brows.
‘’ Lou why’d you sleep on the sofa?’’ I ask ignoring his previous question.
‘’ well there isn’t room for three in my bed and I though you two should share considering you’re getting married’’ he teased
I slapped him on the head and warned him no marriage talk right now.
Harry walked in to the living room running his hand through his mess of curls whilst pulling his lip ring in-between his teeth. That is probably the single most attractive thing he does, it looks so good.
‘’ My mum just rang, we have to be at your grandmas to try food for the wedding in an hour’’ he tells me with a worried expression plastered on his face.
‘’ Fine’’ I sigh ‘’ why are you so worried?’’ I ask him.
‘’ Oh I thought you were going to go mad or something’’ he mumbles sheepishly.
‘’ Come on then I need to go home get changed really quick’’ I said
‘’ Ok bye then Lou’’ Harry said giving Louis a quick hug.
‘’ BYEEE’’ Louis screeched excitedly pulling me into a tight hug.
The car ride to mine was pretty silent I was still wearing Harry’s t-shirt and he was wearing his jeans and a zip-up hoodie so he wasn’t topless.
When we arrived at my house I quickly rushed upstairs with Harry following hoping dad wouldn’t notice how I was dressed.
I showered really quickly, left my hair in natural curls and applied my usual makeup. I changed in the bathroom because Harry was sat in my room. I a skater skirt and crop top because it shows of a glimpse of my tattoo, which is bound to annoy grandma.
Once I left the bathroom Harry went to get a shower while I sat and waited.
Minutes later Harry reappeared from the bathroom dripping wet with a towel slug loosely around his lower half.
‘’go change’’ I tell him trying my best not to stare at his body.
Laughing to himself harry retreated to the bathroom to change back into yesterday’s clothing, we didn’t have time for him to go home as well.
We go back downstairs and I’m just about to leave when my dad speaks up
‘’Emma can I have a word’’ he shouts from the kitchen.
I look at Harry he nods silently and waits for me.
‘’ what?’’ I ask once I’m face to face with my dad.
‘’ Why were you dressed like that? Has something happened between you two? Are you together for real?’’ he asks listing off loads of questions.
Oh I guess he did see how I was dressed.
‘’ No Harry gave me his shirt last night so I didn’t have to sleep in my dress’’ I told him.
‘’ Nothing’s going on believe me ‘’ I assure him
When we arrive at my grandmas I quickly put my ring on and as we enter the house Harry wraps his arm around my waist.
We all sit down in the dining room trying bite size samples of loads of different thing for the wedding, starters, mains, desserts, food for the evening and wedding cake.
I really don’t care about the food at all and neither does Harry so we just agree with whatever Anne and my grandma like.
Gemma and Liam arrive because it seems my grandma told Gemma to bring a friend for extra opinions. Harry looks annoyed by Liam’s presence and grips my thigh tightly as if it’s a form of protection.
Once we’ve finished eating we all go sit in the living room discussing small things and also making the final choices on the food.
While we are talking my stomach begins to hurt, this isn’t good.
Halfway through a conversation I shoot up and run up the stairs arriving at the bathroom just in time as I spill the contains of my stomach into the toilet.
Someone enters the bathroom and holds my hair back, I don’t have time to see who it is because I lunge forward again continuing to be sick.
Once I’m done I turn to see Harry crouched down holding my hair while rubbing small circles on my back. He stand up and passes me a tissue to wipe my mouth and some water to rinse with.
I feel a tear run down my cheek and then another, before I know it I’m crying.
You see I have a massive phobia of being sick, it’s my worst nightmare. I get panic attacks whenever I’m sick or even just feel ill.
It’s becoming difficult to breathe now, Harry sits me back down and crouches in front of me with his hands resting on my shoulder he looks me straight in the eye and tells me to breath.
A few minutes later Harry has successfully managed to calm me down.
I explain about my phobia and why I got so upset.
‘’ We’ll I better get used to it hadn’t I ‘’ harry chuckles.
‘’ Thank you’’ I smile weakly.
‘’ I think it’s something you ate because Liam left feeling ill as well’’ he laughs seeming please Liam’s sick.
I giggle too, because it is quite funny.
Because its likely food poisoning or something Harry tells me I will probably be sick again, this upsets me again but Harry manages to calm me down.
Grandma insist I go lie down in the spare room until I feel better, she also insists Harry goes with me.
‘’ well he is your fiancé, he needs to look after you. No funny business though, but I don’t suppose you’d be in the mood considering you’re sick’’ grandma said.
Is she for real talking about me and Harry having sex? Again?
It’s like her favourite subject or something.
Harry can’t protest really because we are meant to be together so he’s meant to care for me.
We go up to the spare room and I lie down, as much as I hate to I ask Harry to lie with me and cuddle me because I’m really scared I’m going to be sick again. He does so without making a fuss.
As we lay there silently I feel my eyes getting heavier, I laugh to myself when I realise this is the second time in a row I’ve fallen asleep in Harrys eyes now and it’s surprisingly comfortable.
Authors note ---- Thank you all so much for reading, love you.
Sorry the chapters short but I’ve been really busy today.
I’m doing a double update tomorrow but only if I get 6 votes and 5 comments!!
Thanks again love Molly xxx