Our Plan {narry}

Chapter 42: Rumor Has It

My mouth has that disguising dry taste in it, and my eyes refuse to open. And in fact, if it weren't for the pounding on my door at 10 a.m, I probably wouldn't have to. I rolled over onto my back, glancing one eye open to look across the room at Harry, but was instead met with and empty bed and covers scattered half on the floor and half on the bed. Curiously, I glanced up, rubbing a hand over my blinded eyes. I could hear Harry's voice through my muffled ears, and I pulled the blanket up over my shoulders as I decided I really didnt care what was happening. I rolled over onto my other side, feeling the warmth of the sheets engulf me into its open arms. Sighing, I stretched my back out as I once again began to fade away into another eternity, only to be interrupted by the

slightly over powering slam of the door. I wasnt in the mood for talking,

especially to Harry, and I honestly couldnt find it in me to roll over. Lucky

for me, Harry had a damn solution to everything.

"Rise and shine dumbass," The blankets were pulled off of me before I could react. I peeked open one eye, to be met with the sight of Harry's toned back as he pulled an old t'shirt on over his head.

"That's mine," I grumbled out, trying to ignore what he had said as I pulled the

blankets back over my head. With all of the lights in the sweets bedroom now

blaring down on me, the only thing I could think to do would be to squeeze my

eyes and pretend I was dreaming. So I did, for about ten seconds. Because that

was all the time I had before Harry was yanking the covers off me once again,

his fingers latching onto my ankles. He pulled, sliding me a good five inches

lower on the bed. I glared at him with my opened eye, not bothering to move

myself back up. Instead i just lay there, wrapping the covers around me as I

did so. I heard his deep sigh, and I anticipated what he said next before he

said it.

"Please come on Niall," He sighed, "We have rehearsals in an hour and I need

breakfast before then," If I hadnt been as tired as I was then, I definitely would've cussed him out.

"I don' see wha' tat' has to do with me," I wasn't even sure if I said that out loud. But judging by the little smile that crept its way onto Harry's face, he heard me.

"Well, you're going with me,"

"I didn't sign up for that," I accused, rolling over. The covers just felt do damn good.

"That's okay don't worry, I signed you up myself," I wanted to flip him off, and I

would've if my hand weren't so warm under the covers. Until the blanket was

once again ripped off of me, and this time I heard a thud as it landed across the

room. Harry's hands laced around my ankle, pulling me as hard as it seemed like they possibly could before I rash landed on the floor, almost breaking my hip. I opened my eyes, flipping Harry off as he continued to get dressed. He walked across the room leaving me for a moment. I stood up, stretching my arms out and flopping back onto the bed, landing on my back. However my vision was cut off as a white shirt and joggers landed on me.