It's Complicated - One Direction

Chapter 13

Ariela's POV

I woke up to find myself tangled in Harry's arms. Wow I could get used to this. I glanced up to see Harry's adorable sleeping face. I needed to wake him up, but how? Suddenly the greatest idea popped into my head. I leaned up and pressed my lips against his. Within seconds he started kissing me back with a lot of love considering I just woke him up. There I go again with the love thing, oh my, do I love him? My thoughts were interrupted as he broke the kiss and spoke with is sexy morning voice I came to love since yesterday.

"Well I could get used to being woken up like that." He smirked as he said the words that were in my mind just minutes before.

"You shouldn't, that was a one-time thing Styles." I scolded him, he frowned at my statement but quickly recovered by pulling me in for another passion filled kiss. I pulled away from him this time saying,

"We should get up now, we kind of have to tell the boys about us. You know, if Liam didn't already." My face dropping at the end of my sentence.

"Yeah, I guess we should." Harry looked genuinely sad for a moment. It was in his eyes, I can read that boy like a book. He pulled me closer to him for one last tight embrace and we jumped out of bed. I looked at the clock and it read 9:37, okay, time to get ready. I rushed to the bathroom and much to Harry's protest, got the shower first. Oh the many benefits of being able to kiss someone until they agree with you.

Once I was finished my shower I walked out the door to the en suite in my towel only to see Louis sitting on the bed.

"AH! Louis!" I screamed shutting the door and locking myself inside his en suite.

"Hey Ariela!" He called to me through the door acting like nothing was wrong.

"Hey um, where's Harry?" I asked him awkwardly, since you know I kind of just walked out the loo wearing nothing but a towel.

"He's downstairs calling the boys to come over."

"What, now?!"

"Yep." He replied nonchalantly.

"Can you get him for me please?"

"Yeah, sure. HARRY, GET YOUR ARSE UP HEAR, ARIELA IS IN A TOWEL AND WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!" I faced palmed myself, leave it to Louis to say something like that.

"Louis Tomlinson, language, there is a 13 year old in this household."

"Oh, sorry mum." He said sarcastically.

"LOUIS YOU TOUCH HER AND I'LL KILL YOU!" Harry yelled seconds later from the stairs I assume.

"Harry calm down, she's locked herself in the loo so I couldn't touch her if I wanted to." He told Harry as I heard footsteps entering our room.

"Uh guys, still here!" I called to them interrupting their conversation on Louis touching me. Wow, that didn't sound odd at all. Note the sarcasm.

"Can you please unlock the door so I can come in love?" Harry said through the piece of wood that was separating us. I opened up the door a crack to see if Louis was standing by the door as well. He wasn't so I widened it and let Harry walk in.

"Do you mind getting me some clothes please?" I asked with a hopeful smile once he was inside and I had locked the door again.

"Sure Ari, what do you want?" He asked coming closer and placing his hands on my hips. Oh shit, I know that look in his eye, he better not-

"AH!" I screamed as Harry ripped away my towel. Harry started laughing uncontrollably as I scrambled to grab another one. Wrapping my half wet body in a new towel I smacked him on the head. "Harry! What the hell?" He sobered up his laughter and responded with,