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Thirty-Eight

// Amsterdam: Triple Update - Part Two \\

After our shower, Harry and I had fallen asleep straight away, on top of the sheets. Neither of us had even made the effort to climb under them. However, when Niall came tumbling into the room earlier hours of the morning I was happy that sleep me had thought to get under them. Probably as the chill cold had encompassed the room by that hour, and Harry and I had moved into a spoon position. I had taken little spoon position with his huge bear arms around me.

No complaints here.

However, being awoken by Niall at 3 am who was drunk out of his mind and trying to climb in our bed was not so great.

"Sugar!" Niall had shouted as I woke up with a jolt, Harry had grunted behind me in protest but we heard the door swing open. "Harold!" Niall's voice had pierced through the silent room.

"Niall leave them alone, they're sleeping." I could hear Audrey who clearly was trying to whisper but it was more of a whisper shout. I had chuckled to myself trying to pretend I was still asleep and pulled the duvet higher.

"There you two are." Niall had spoken again, I had heard his footsteps getting closer to the bed and Harry's are had tightened around me, holding onto the duvet with me. And as expected, Niall had tugged on the duvet moving to climb in with us. That had woken Harry up, and he sat up immediately in a protective stance over me as Niall jumped back with a scream, stumbled and fell on his ass. Audrey had then ran in the room and around the wall to find the scene before her.

She had laughed, apologised and dragged, and yes, I mean dragged, Niall's ass out of the room. Harry had thrown himself down on the bed, his arm flying to cover his eyes so I turned around and hugged his chest.

"That fucking boy." He had laughed which shook his chest I had been lying on, making me laugh too.

This morning when we woke up, the house was completely silent and we figured we were the first ones up. Thankfully, Harry had made us shower last night so we were ready to get up and go this morning. Harry headed out to grab us all some breakfast from a local café and I had gotten dressed into some leather pants and oversized knitted scream jumper.

When I headed out of the room, I noticed the array of clothes scattered all over the floor. I immediately ran around and picked them all up, even the scraps of my underwear which made me blush thinking about last night. I threw them all in the bedroom in a pile, planning to sort them out later and decided to head into the kitchen.

No one was sat in the living area which I wasn't surprised about, I supposed everyone was still in bed. If they didn't get in till 3, I doubt they'd be up till midday. However, when I rounded the corner into the kitchen I saw all of them sat there at the island. I had stopped stunned for a moment to see 5 bodies slumped over the counter, cups of coffees laid out before them but most of their eyes drooping shut.

"Good morning?" I ask hesitantly and each one of their heads shot to me. I scanned their faces quickly, pale with bloodshot eyes. Except who looked fine but tired.

"Don't. Shout." Audrey spat out, lying her head back down on the counter which made me laugh. I walked around the counter so I could face them all.

"Good night?" I asked, keeping my voice a little quieter for Aud's bad head.

They all mumbled some sort of yes and I nodded my head laughing,

"Sounds like it." I pushed up against the counter behind me and sat on it, crossing my legs.

"Did you have a good night?" Niall asked, Zayn elbowed him and he grunted but still smirked at me. I just shook my head and said yes. "We could tell by all the clothes-"