What's your Poison? - h.s

43.

Waking up in a strange, unfamiliar place is my least favourite feeling. It takes me back to parties in High School when we were way too wasted and ended up overstaying our welcome at someone's house after the party. When you wake up on some crusty old couch, with a paper-thin blanket and a dusty old pillow, head banging and eyes too sore to open. It's a feeling I experienced way too much growing up. It usually resulted in Niall calling me every 10 minutes in the morning to check I'm ok and safe, which I always was. I may not have always known the person's house, but I was always with a big group of friends. Sometimes even Niall was with me. Those were always the best nights.

Some people may see it as lame going to a party with your brother. But they didn't have Niall as a brother. He was always so popular, every single person loved him and he never had a bad word said about him. It happened quite a lot, going to the same party, because he was always invited to every single one. He was the party. Whilst he always looked out for me, he allowed me to have a good time still. He was just the perfect balance of a protective brother and laid back. 

This unfamiliar room is different though. This is my new home for the time being. It feels like home. Mainly because I can feel a warmth all up against my back and an arm rested on my waist. My skin against Harry's is a feeling like no other. I could wake up in a basement, but if he was next to me then I'd know I'm where I'm supposed to be. I hear him shuffle behind me with a groan as he begins to wake up. I feel his lips press lightly along the back of my neck. This is a different side to Harry that I don't get to see often. Ever since we've come back to New York, he's been different, but I don't feel like I should get comfortable with this.

We are in our own little bubble in this apartment. I know once we leave here we have to go back to business and focus at the task in hand. We won't have time to be all soft with one another. Our focus has to be on James and Sam, and how we are gonna get them out of this company. Somehow.

I refuse to think of that now. I want to enjoy this bubble for now. I flip round to face Harry and smile as my eyes meet his sleepy eyes.

"Sleep well?" He asks in a raspy voice, moving a piece of hair out of my face. I nod whilst I feel my cheeks blush. "Good, we've got a busy day today, Petal." And that's our bubble burst. Harry slips away from me and climbs out of bed, wearing only his boxers. I can't help but scan his whole body, the tattoos all over his body, complimenting each muscle. "We need to go reopen Stealth, probably gonna be a big night." Harry continues as he grabs his sweats off the floor, snapping me back to reality.

"Reopen? What you mean?" I ask, sitting up against the headboard. I feel like it's been ages since I went to Stealth when in reality I've only been away from there for two nights.

"Yeah, I didn't wanna leave Joe to deal with the whole bar with both of us away, especially with James and Sam lingering about." Harry shrugs off. "But we've never closed before for more than one night. Everyone's been deprived of the club too long, so I feel like it's gonna be a bit crazy tonight."

"Do you want me behind the bar still, or should we try cover more ground? I can walk around with some shots or-"

"Don't be silly, you're not working behind the bar anymore." Harry scoffs, as if this was obvious. I scrunch my face at him, waiting for him to explain himself. "I need you with me. Joe hired someone else yesterday." He says as if this isn't a big deal.

"I can't believe you fired me without actually telling me." I joke. "How am I gonna pay my bills, wow I might have to go back and work for Sam."

Harry's posture changes dramatically as I say Sam's name. His expression dropping suddenly as if he thinks I'm being serious.