Her Name is...

Chapter 24

I woke up way too early for the holidays. My limbs and Harry's limbs were intertwined and I struggled to lift my arm and check my watch.

5:15 AM.

The boys were expected to be at the interview at 1:00 PM. They along with their crew were severely jetlagged and I was going to die of boredom while they slept in. Carefully I peeled myself out of Harry's arms and replaced the cover over him. He shifted in his sleep making some sort of unhappy noise. Damn him and his cuteness I almost climbed back into bed. Instead I used the time to shower before everybody else woke up and stole the hot water. Seriously there were way to many strangers in this house. Sure it was huge, but damn was it weird. I debated going back into our room but the fear of some random waking up to use this washroom and me having to walk past them in my little robe was enough to make me scurry through the hallway. When I walked in though the table light was on and Harry was balancing a cup of tea in each hand while squinting at some video on his phone. He was clad in his plaid pajama pants and was shirtless per usual. 

"You know you can put those on the tables?" I asked him squeezing through the door and shutting it quietly. He looked up startled and set them down.

"I was wondering where you were, I had thought the kitchen and then I made a cuppa" I pulled one of the mugs from where he had set it testing the temperature with my tongue.

"Fuck that's hot" I cursed putting it down before the practically boiling water could burn any more of my mouth off.

"Why are you up so early? I did so good at being quiet" I asked him. I pulled the towel off my hair and started brushing through it.

"I donno," Harry shrugged. He sat on the edge of the bed and folded up the towel into a little square. "We travel so much my internal clock is all messed up"

"How do you do that hair wrap thingy? Its so cool" he added.

"The towel turban?" I asked him and he nodded. Maybe I found it so funny because it was 5:30 in the morning, but I finished brushing my hair and then took the towel from his hand.

"Put your chin to your chest" I instructed him and he did as told. He was still too tall so I climbed onto the bed raising up on my knees to wrap the towel around his head.

"Wow. I feel like a girl" he said crinkling his face as he felt around his head.

"You'd only really need it if you had long hair" I told him. He lowered his head again shaking it about until the towel fell onto the floor.

"Guys with long hair creep me out," he admitted. I studied him running my fingers through his dark brown curls. It was so nice to see them unstyled, the dramatic forehead swoop was really not a good look for anybody.

"I think you'd look rather sexy" I commented truthfully. He'd resemble a guy from the 70s, and if I got bored I could braid it.

"I think," he replied his hand on my waist steadying my body. "You look rather sexy"

I blushed pushing my face into his shoulder. When he said stuff like that it made me feel newly 16 again, like the night he kissed me in the sub shops delivery car.

His hand found my cheeks and pulled my head up so I was looking at him.

"Don't you hide away love, embrace it" he said. I squeezed my eyes shut laughing in discomfort at the compliment. 

"Take the compliment Noelle!" he whisper shouted as he shook me back and forth playfully. 

"Fine! Fine!" I finally exclaimed to get him to stop the shaking. "It's 5:30 in the morning Harry, how do you have that much energy?" I flopped onto my back with a loud sigh letting my arms spread out like Jesus on the cross.