Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

8. More Than This

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Chapter 8

More Than This

Though Harry fell asleep half way through the game, I found myself enjoying it. The guys wear really funny and I got to know a lot of things I wish I didn't knew. Like when Louis once got really drunk and started talking to a girl he thought was Eleanor. Luckily, his girlfriend dragged him away from there before he did some serious damage. Harry wasn't up for talking (when he was still awake) and didn't want to join us. Eventually, I couldn't stand his temper.

"It's your turn, Jess." We'd changed from 'Never Have I Ever' to 'Truth or Dare'.

"Okay... Harry?" He was asleep and didn't seem to be in the mood to wake up. "Please, Liam?" I asked the boy next to Harry in he other sofa. Louis was half sitting, half laying in the armchair while I sat between Niall and Zayn in one of the white sofas. Liam smiled, leaned forward against Harry and blew him hard in the ear.

"What!?" Harry screamed and sat straight up. "I wasn't sleeping!" He blinked a few times, tried to regain focus of his surroundings. "Where am I?" he asked while he tried to straighten his messy hair.

"At the hotel room in the middle of a 'Truth or Dare'," Niall explained with his lovely Irish accent.

"So why did you have to wake me up?" he asked tired and was almost going back to sleep when I called his name (it tickled the tip of my tongue).

"Harry, Truth or Dare?" I said and looked him right in the eyes. I told my self to keep looking, ignoring the fact that my heart was raising way to fast for its own health. Time slowed down when those green eyes met mine and once more explored my soul. I don't know how much time that passed when we looked at each other - sounds and smells seemed to disappear from my mind. Eventually, Louis interrupted our silent staring.

"Come on, Haz. Choose!" Harry waited a few more seconds, thinking about his options, before answering my question.

"Truth..." he said, his voice touching that one note where it got raspy. My heart hit a double flip, my head went a little hazy, but I ignored it.

"Why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you," he answered, clearly a little confused.

"Okay, let me change the question a little; why aren't you as nice to me as your band mates?"

"I actually don't understand..."

"Well, first; you forced me to call a limousine because you wanted to feel like 'the king you are', and second; you made me go buy you underwear though I said I didn't wanted to. Now you're barley talking to me. And if we're going to live together for a month, AND share bathroom," I added, "I want to know what I've done wrong."

"You've done nothing wrong," Harry answered. He didn't really wanted to talk about it, I could tell, but I wanted to know.

"That doesn't answer the question."