Chapter five
"They're so cute" said an Irish voice. "Did you get pictures?" Asked a strange accent that sounded way too familiar. "Yes I already posted them on twitter" said another voice. "Shhhh you'll wake them" I felt the arm that was wrapped around me move and I opened my eyes to look up and see big green eyes looking back at me. We both smiled at each other but were interrupted by the flash of a camera. "Too bright" I groaned. Everyone laughed and Niall Liam Louis and Zayn grabbed my bags. "Come on babe we have to go inside" Harry coaxed me. "Noooo" I whined. "Yes" he said through a giggle. "Carry me?" I begged. He nodded and scooped me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he Carried me through the lobby up to our flat. He took me into my room and set me down on the bed. He found a sleep shirt in my suitcase and threw it at me playfully. I got up and went into the bathroom to change. I came out to find Harry still siting on my bed. I climbed into bed getting comfy. "Sweet dreams love" Harry said to me. Staring into my hazel eyes. It was all a blur he leaned in closed his eyes and pressed his soft warm lips against mine. It was passionate yet innocent. It was perfect. He pulled away and got up to leave. I grabbed his hand and he looked at me. "Wait, stay with me." I asked. He smiled and stripped into his boxers and undershirt and climbed into bed. His arm wrapped around my waist and his head wrested on my shoulder. "Sing me a lullaby" he nodded and began to sing. His angelic voice filling my ears. "White lips pale face breathing in snow flakes," he began to sing the a team by Ed Sheeran. A smile spread across my lips. "Burnt lungs sour taste." He kept singing as I fell into a deep warm happy sleep.
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Recovery (a one direction love story)
FanfictionWhen Victoria gets out of eating disorder rehab and goes to live with her childhood bestfriend Zayn Malik and his four friends/band mates no one can tell how the situation will turn out.