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Forty Nine

Aubrey Hart

The sound of an alarm interrupts me from my slumber, my body turning lazily and crashing into Harry's as the blaring noise seizes my eardrums. I groan drowsily before actually speaking, my body stretching so hard it slightly shakes.

"It's too early." My face finds his bare chest and I speak into it without opening my eyes.

"I know," he nods while stretching like I did, his morning raspiness very prominent, "We have a bunch of interviews for the movie today, though."

I have a love hate relationship with interviews. I have fun talking about myself and the movie when it's done in a noninvasive way, but I know there are going to be some questions asked that step over my personal boundaries. There are also crowds of people staring when you walk into the building. More than the usual paparazzi before a party or other function. It always makes me anxious.

"What if we skipped and stayed here all day?" I propose while basking in the warmth of his body heat.

"I wish, but we do have jobs. Jobs that need us today. We're gonna be late if we sit here for much longer." He reminds me.

In protest, my arms find their way around him along with my legs, my body fully clung to him like a koala to a tree. He chuckles at the action, my cheek squishing against his chest. I squeeze him a little in an attempt to make him stay here.

"You're stuck. That's tragic," I shrug, "Looks like we can't go."

"Do you really think you're holding me back from getting up?"

"You're not getting up, are you?" I raise a brow in challenge even though he can't see me do it.

With that, he tears the covers off of both of us and makes the cold air hit the bare bottom half of my
body. I cringe at the cold, wanting to stay in bed forever. All I'm wearing is a t-shirt of his and a pair of black underwear. I need the warmth of his dark comforter.

I feel goosebumps form on my bare legs as he sits up, maneuvering me so I'm clung to the front of his body and sitting on his lap. My head now rests on his shoulder as I hold him tighter due to the cold air, scrounging for some sort of warmth from him. His hands go under my ass and he stands up like I'm weightless, walking with me to his closet so he can grab clothes.

"Now I'm cold." I complain.

"That's your fault for holding onto me." He shrugs.

He takes one hand off of me to sift through his clothes, grabbing random articles since we're going to change when we get there. Danielle designed outfits for all of us and makeup artists are probably already there setting up. We're going to have multiple cameras and lights in our faces along with professional interviewers. We have to look our best.

"Wait... what's the date today?" I ask, thinking about the fact that we're already to the start of our press tour. I thought that was a couple weeks into January.

"The 11th."

I've been stuck to Harry by the hip for 12 days now? I didn't think it had been that long. It doesn't feel like it's been that long. You'd think I'd be over it by now and want to be alone, but I'm truly not. I like his company.

"And when's the last time I slept in my bed alone?" I ask to make sure I'm not missing something. I don't think there's been a night where we didn't stay together.

"New Year's Eve, but we saw each other that night." He informs me while throwing what he wants to wear onto the bed and walking me to the bathroom.

"Huh." I nod, not realizing how much time I've been spending with him.

He then sits me down on his counter and hands me the spare toothbrush that has become my own whenever I'm here. We both quietly brush our teeth, spitting the toothpaste into our own individual sinks and rinsing our mouths once we're done.