Our Summer of Direction

Chapter Eleven

“Wake up sunshine.” Harry says with a bright smile in the morning.

“Hi.” I smile groggily at him.

“Liam and the boys have breakfast cooking downstairs. Let’s go.”

“How do you know? You don’t look like you have moved an inch.” I say.

“I haven’t, the boys are really loud and I can smell food.” Harry grins pulling me out of his bed.  He throws on a pair of shorts over his boxers and grabs my hand.

“I need to brush my hair or something.” I argue as he starts dragging me out of his room.

“Nope! I haven’t even done my little hair fixing thing.” Harry says pulling me down the stairs.

“Wow you look like you have sex hair.” Louis says when Harry walks into the kitchen.

“Oh, so do you.” He adds when I come in.

“Busy night kiddos?” Dani teases as we sit down.

“Why do you all automatically assume we had sex? We watched the Titanic.” I say happily accepting the cup of coffee that Louis us handing me. Liam follows it up with a plate of eggs and bacon.

“You are the greatest boys I have ever met.” I say kissing their cheeks and picking up a fork.

“Aww shucks.” Zayn says smiling.

“Oh and there is no way I believe you guys just watched the Titanic. I have seen what Harry sleeps in and looking at those shorts I don’t think he would have laid next to you and not made a move.” Eleanor grins sitting down as well.

“Well believe it! Because I didn’t!” Harry snaps eating some of the food off of my plate.

“And for your information, he slept with pants on.” I add smacking his hand away from eating the last piece of bacon.

“What utter bullshit.” Lou laughs handing Harry a plate of food.

“Well, it is true. By the way I haven’t seen Niall this morning. Where is he?” Harry asks scarfing down some food.

“He and Emilea never came back here.” Eleanor says with a grin.

“No way. Come on!” Harry yells jumping out of his seat and dragging me with him.

“Harry! We need to put on actual clothes!” I exclaim as he drags me barefoot out to the car.

“I have to see this!” Harry yells back driving to my neighborhood. He doesn’t hesitate in running up my stairs and into my bedroom. Quietly Harry opens my window and crawls across the tree to Emilea’s currently closed window. He opens it and motions for me to climb across as well. I shake my head and crawl out on to the tree. When I get over to Emilea’s room I cover my mouth with a huge laugh. Niall is sprawled across Emilea’s bedroom floor with about 20 stuffed animals around him. I notice he has Mr. Bear wrapped in his arms.

“What is with the teddy bear?” Harry whisper laughs.

“That’s Mr. Bear. Emilea has had him for….waaay to long.” I laugh.

“How did Niall end up with it?” He asks holding back a laugh.

“That is totally up to interpretation.” I say with a giggle.

“Can we wake them up?” He asks with a huge grin.

“Harold Edward Styles. Come on. I need to go back to my house and put on real clothes and put on shoes.” I say giving Harry a look and climbing out of her window. Harry follows behind me and I shut my window when I get back over there.