Her Name is...

Chapter 28

I woke to a silent room. Zayn was sleeping on the floor covered in blankets and his arm was tangled around Liam's leg who was also sleeping on the floor. Louis and Niall were sprawled on top of the bed without even having bothered to pull out the covers. Harry and I had slowly slipped horizontally claiming the couch and now I rested on his chest, wedged between the back of the couch and Harry's body. His arm held my slightly exposed ribcage, rising and falling with my breaths. Moving even an inch could wake him and I wanted him to rest so I layed there tracing little patterns on his chest with my fingers and twirling his little curls round my pinky finger. Liam was the first to wake up, kicking Zayn's arm off his leg offering a grunt of acknowledgement and shuffling to the coffee machine. I was surprised at how little of a headache I had. Niall and Louis followed suit, each in a piss poor mood and wandering off to their individual rooms. Harry's eyes fluttered open and he gave a little groan as the light hit them.

"Morning" I greeted him, feeling a smile overtake my face.

"Good morning" he smiled back. His voice was deep and raspy, mixed with his accent which was much heavier in the mornings it was almost impossible to hear him. Light from the window poured onto us and enveloping us in warmth. He shifted resting his back on the chair arm so we were more upright and brought me with him. To give him some more space I swung a leg over his body so I was practically laying on top of him rather than the chesterfield.

"Nice way to wake up" he mumbled, stroking my hair lazily. It was a nice way to wake up. I glanced at Zayn who was still dead asleep on the ground before pressing a slow kiss to Harry's lips. He smiled out of it obviously in a much better mood than yesterday.

"How are you today?" I asked him.

"Perfect" he answered me. I checked my watch, it was nearly 12:00 PM so we took our time getting ready, making two horrible hotel coffee's and then throwing them away because I couldn't understand how Liam downed it. I borrowed a baggy shirt from Harry's and kept on the same pants from the previous night.

"Think we should wake him?" I asked Harry before we left the room pointing to Zayn. He shook his head,

"Nah, they won't need us till atleast 5, and Zayn is so grumpy when you wake him up" He answered as he pulled a beanie taughtly over his curls.

"Where are we going again?" he asked me.

"Tims, the ultimate Canadian experience because this coffee sucks. Last summer you got to show me all around London, now I get to show off my turf" I informed him. I had been really excited to show the boys around, have them see what my side of the world looked like.

"Also" I pointed out, "if you're trying to go incognito you're failing miserably". Harry grumbled and shoved sunglasses on his face.

"Better?" he asked, posing like a model. I giggled quietly so as not to wake Zayn. I stepped up to him tucking a few curls behind his ears and lowering the beanie on his head.

"I s'pose" we walked hand and hand out a back exit and down the street enjoying the life of being a normal couple and I led him to Tims where he ducked to the bathroom.

Hey mom. I'm awake, at Tims, what time do you want me home? Concert starts at 7, we're backstage at 6:00

"Noelle?" a voice made me look up from my phone. In front of me was Bella and a few other friends. I gasped for words,

"Hey" was all I managed. What the hell was I supposed to do? Harry would be back from the washroom any second.

'What are you doing here, don't you live on the other side of downtown?" she asked, confused.

"Shopping" I lied, when had I ever shopped for fun? Never. "What are you doing here?" I diverted the subject.

"The hotel One Direction is staying in is around the corner, we know they have to leave for the concert some time so were kinda camped out trying to meet them" she explained it was now evident by how fancy she was dressed for a casual Saturday morning. What the hell should I do? It was that moment that Harry slid into line next to me wrapping his arm around my waist,