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- Harry's Point of View -
The strange fluttering against my chest woke me up.
I squeezed my eyes tightly, trying to savor a few more minutes in the soft hotel sheets, but was so rudely stopped by the same light fluttering and the movement of something warm against my legs. Something stopped me from swatting the butterfly feeling off my body, and I'm sure as hell glad I didn't, or she probably would have been angrier than she became once she woke up. Yes. She. Funny, isn't it? Sure wasn't funny for me..
My eyes widened and all sleepiness left me as I took in my surroundings, "Holy.."
I stopped myself before I went any further. Even if I was in this position, I had to at least be a little polite. I would be in even more trouble than I already was going to be in, if I was the one to wake her up.
The fluttering was coming from her eyelashes brushing against my bare chest. I was already wide awake, but wasn't planning on getting up since she was unconsciously clinging on to me like a little girl who had won a giant teddy bear at a carnival. It was so quiet that I could hear her even breathing. She looked serene for once, almost happy. I barely ever saw her like this, so it was a nice change.
I pulled my arms behind my back, deciding to try and fall asleep again and pretend this didn't happen. I would occasionally absentmindedly touch her hair to see if she was still there. I eventually fell asleep, but was, surprise, surprise, woken up by a loud screech and some words I'm not exactly allowed to say in public.
I let her pound her dainty fists against my chest for a few more minutes and scream at the top of her lungs until she finally calmed down and sat there with her head in her hands, slightly shaking. I'm not going to lie; she may look like she'll break like a twig if the wind blows too hard, but she can really throw a punch.
Then and there, she looked vulnerable, wearing one of my shirts that was too big for her, so it looked like a dress, and sitting with her knees pulled tightly to her chest, slightly rocking back and forth. She might even be crying.
I'm not much of a comforting person so all I could really do was scoot near her and pat her back as she cried an ocean, never looking at me. I would sometimes say 'there, there' awkwardly and make her sniffle for a second then go back into silence, only shaking. It kind of scared me how she didn't make any noises when she cried. It reminded me of her brother.
After a moment, she started hiccuping, got off the bed, not looking at me, and walked into the bathroom without another word.
She came out a few minutes later, any remnants of tears gone from her face, the only reminder being her reddish nose.
"You alright?" I said, slightly cringing, getting ready for her to snap at me.
She nodded, surprisingly calm, and plopped down next to me, "What happened?"
She didn't remember? Okay, so maybe I don't remember most of what happened either, but we are currently in my hotel room, almost completely naked, and an entire mess. I think you can put two and two together.
My eyebrows knit together as I stared at her. Her hair was tied messily into a bun at the top of her head and looked like it had been attacked by bears. Her makeup had probably been cleaned up in the bathroom a minute ago but there were still some darker areas where it had been clearly smudged. She had just thrown a complete tantrum, screaming at me, hitting me, then breaking down, and calmly getting up and coming back like a psycho person. She still looked pretty to me.
This is not a good sign.
"Well uh..." I stammered, not sure on what to say so she wouldn’t hurt me.
Her face fell as she shook her head, groaning, "So it's true."
"What's true?" I asked. Why does she have to be so confusing?
She looked up at me and gave me a sad smile, "I was kind of hoping there was a nicer reason as to why I'm here...?"
It came off as more of a question and I was slightly disappointed. For a second there, I had thought that she might have just tried looking at the bright side of things, but she was actually hoping this hadn't really happened and the truth wasn't real.
"Would this be a bad time to say that I'm seeing someone?"
Her eyes widened at my words and I thought she was about to faint, but she instead fell back onto the bed and slammed her fists down onto her sides.
"This would be a terrible time, Harry!" she crossed her arms, letting out an aggravated sigh.
I put my hands to my sides and got up, "Well, home wrecker. You're in quite a pickle, aren't you?"
She glared at me with a look of pure death. It's not like I'm lying or anything. I am being honest, really. I was seeing a girl back when we were in New York a month or so ago. I'm not exactly sure if we're exactly dating, but I think it would be right for Autumn know about that. In my defense, Autumn would be considered a home wrecker if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't exactly care for my girlfriend or whatever the hell she is.
"I'm not a home wrecker! And I'm not in a pickle!"
"That's right," I said, being mock serious, "The pickle's in you."
"Harry!" her cheeks reddened as I managed to miss the pillow that she threw at my head. Just like old times, huh?
Our bickering is pretty annoying, sure. But it's what makes us us.
After a moment, she held her pale hand out to me, "Can we just pretend this never happened?"
I looked at, assessing the situation. I had made a deal with her just last night and look where it got me! We aren't exactly prepared for the things that happen to us, are we? Oh, well. It's worth another try.
"I told the boys I'd meet them for breakfast today no matter what. Care to join us?" I smiled at her, trying to lighten the thick atmosphere that had formed between us.
"Just promise me no dirty jokes?" she asked me expectantly. I wouldn't blame her.
I held my hand to my heart, pretending I was appalled, "It's like you don't know me!"
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"So, guys," Zayn said, breaking the awkward silence in the breakfast area of the five-star hotel the boys and Eleanor and Danielle were staying at, "Anything interesting from last night?"
Louis almost choked on his coffee from laughing and Eleanor patted his back, giggling with a smirk on her face. What's with those two? Weird ones, they are.
"Liam and I got the highest score on Pac Man in the game room," Danielle said slowly, giving El and Lou a strange look.
"That's really cool," Autumn replied, smiling and sipping some orange juice.
For some reason, Louis and Eleanor started laughing even harder if that's possible. I watched as Louis turned to whisper something into Niall's ear. After a moment of whispering, Niall's expression changed from a blank expression, trying to take into account what Lou was telling him, into wide eyed laughter. He honestly looked like an owl on drugs. Zayn and Liam seemed quite oblivious to what was going and were both on their phones.
"Harry, Autumn," we both simultaneously turned to Louis, who had by now calmed down and had his usual devilish grin plastered all over his face, "We didn't really see you guys much last night. Did you do anything?"
"OR ANYONE?" Niall butted in and both he, Lou, and Eleanor burst out into fits of laughter.
Zayn looked up from his phone at the trio of laughing baboons with a confused expression, "Am I missing something?"
Oh, I thought to myself. I get it now. Wait..
"Louis fucking Tomlinson!" I yelled at him, my ears probably reddening in the process, "Were you eavesdropping on us?"
"I believe it's Tomlegendson, my good fellow," he said turning to Niall and smiling, satisfied, as he started giggling and turning red, "It's not my fault you guys were so loud El and I couldn't sleep!"
He then turned to Eleanor and said, "Thank goodness you convinced me to stay in your hotel room for the night," he turned to me and Autumn, "God knows whatever was happening in that room would burn unpleasant holes in my innocence."
I turned to see what Autumn's reaction would be and found her staring blankly ahead at something that seemed to be behind Liam's head and absently nibbling on the crust of some French toast. Okay.. Not exactly the reaction I was expecting, but honestly much better than what I thought would happen. I guess I was the only sane defendant left.
"You shouldn't eat that, love," Danielle said worriedly, directing her comment to Autumn who was now dipping the French toast into a bowl of fudge-covered ice cream, "It'll go straight to your butt."
"Just like Harry's hands," Niall snorted so loudly, a couple sitting behind us in the dining area started staring at him and covering their children's ears.
This was going way too far. Louis, El, and Niall were getting a kick out of the situation. Danielle was giving them a look like a worried psychologist who thought her poor, unstable patients' conditions were getting worse. Zayn was looking from one side of the table to the other with the wide-eyed expression of a seriously confused child who had just had the talk about the birds and the bees. Liam seemed to be in his own little world on his phone, probably tweeting fans or something, ignoring all of us. Autumn had completely shut off, not reacting to anything, just staying silent with no expression. I really need to find some new friends.
"Hey, Autumn," Louis continued.
She blinked at him in response.
"Does this sound familiar?" he then began making moaning noises and occasionally yelling 'Harry' at the top of his lungs. By this time, almost everyone in dining area was staring in the direction of our table, except for an old man who seemed to have a hearing problem or something.
Autumn just stared at Louis blankly...until...well..she almost jumped to the other side of the table and strangled him. I, knowing her well enough to see this coming, grabbed her by the waist and watched her thrash helplessly under my strong grip and swear at Louis under her breath.
I could just make out, "..One more time and I'll cut your ding-a-ling off, Tomlinson..."
"Ding-a-ling?" I snorted, "You say the dirtiest words that I've ever heard but refuse to say that one word?"
"Yes," she turned to glare at me, "What do you call it then, Mr.?"
"I call it," I smirked down and patted the area on my pants between my legs, "Little H."
She let out a laugh, rolling her eyes as Niall and Zayn, who had by now caught on a bit, burst out into laughter. She then turned to the blue eyed boy, the death glare still there but slightly softened.
"What do you call it, Sass Master?"
Louis smiled at her little nickname that she had somehow picked up from browsing some website called 'Tumblr'. Louis loved attention and would soak up any that he got, even if it was hatred. You know that quote, 'the haters are my motivators?' That's Louis's unspoken motto.
"Well, love," he said, pulling a grinning Eleanor onto his lap, "I call it a pe-"
"LALALALALA," Autumn screamed, putting her hands on her ears, making me jump out of my chair.
"What? I was just going to say pe-"
"DON'T SAY IT!"
"Bu-"
"DON'T!" she growled at him and slowly put her hands back to her sides.
"Gosh, you're really sick minded, Miss Pierce," he shook his finger at her in a condescending manner, "I was just going to say pee squirter."
She was getting ready to scream again but he had quickened his talking pace in the last few words and had gotten through to her. She stared at him for a moment, her cheeks turning a bright crimson, then facepalmed, shaking her head.
"Are you serious?" I asked him, enjoying watching her be dumbstruck.
"Nope," he smiled at me, "I meant pen-"
"TOMLINSON!"