One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

You make Harry sleep on the couch.

"No, Harry." you demanded as you plopped a pillow on the couch and went away in search of a blanket.

"I'm sorry, but I'm tired of it; you've been really clingy lately, and it's getting annoying. I just need one night to myself, okay?"

You draped the blanket over the edge of the couch, and he replied with a solemn nod.

"Sorry." you repeated as he kissed you one last time.

"It's okay. Goodnight."

You wished him a good night, then disappeared into your spacious bedroom.

You ventured to your closet. Hmm... What looks cute? I think I like this one. You thought as you picked out a pink outfit that read "up all night" on the shirt, which, actually, you were about to contradict because you were going to sleep. This being, you were actually not going to be "up all night" as one might guess that you would be doing, if they bothered to even read your pajamas.

However, you decided to ignore this odd contradiction, because (1) you were not going to have anyone that you cared about make a visit to your house in the middle of the night, (2) even if you were, you did not care to impress anyone with your pajamas (like they would even care what you wore to bed), and (3) because you enjoyed the lighter shade of pink color and considered them cute.

You quickly changed into them and climbed into the big, fluffy, gigantic pillow you called a bed. You snuggled into the covers, pressing your face directly against the pillows, and pretended to be asleep.

You did so because you were completely aware that Harry would just come right back into the room and snuggle with you. You wanted to prepare to stifle any giggles that may or may not—yeah right they were going to—slip out. Also, you didn't wish for him to be able to notice it if you ended up smiling.

 I know he's just going to come in here once he thinks I've fallen asleep. He's so hilarious and cute with that. It makes me love him even more.

After a few minutes, you footsteps and a small voice outside your door to follow that, indeed, confirmed your premonition.

"Lauren, are you awake?" the voice whispered sheepishly.

You did not respond, so he decided it was okay to enter. You felt the bed dip beside you and the blanket being moved to—what you assumed—cover his body. It wasn't long at all before he engulfed you in his warm, muscular arms.

"I'm sorry baby. I don't mean to be clingy. I just love you." he whispered to your—for all he knew—sleeping body.

 Aww... No fair! How am I supposed to not respond to that?!

"I love you, too, Hazza," you smiled, turning to look up at him, "and I forgive you."

He looked stunned at you being awake. Then, a smile rose up to his face.

"You're a sneaky girl." He smirked, kissing you.

You're a cheeky boy." you retorted, kissing him.

He chuckled at you and held you closer. (You can do whatever you want at this point. However, I will choose to remain clean.)

"I do love you, though." he stated.

"And I do love you, too, though." you replied.

You both fell asleep as he held you tightly in his arms.

A/N: Hi. Sorry if this is a bit late. I. Am. Lazy. Sorry! This was requested by Lauren. (AKA @harrys_bubba. Also, AKA supper awesome British person.) She is a really good writer and does imagines, too, so you should go see that (if you haven't already). Please comment and all that stuff. Love you guys/girls!