The Bad Boy

Chapter 114

Stephanie's P.O.V.

As soon as Harry's mouth quirks up in that all too familiar smirk I know the awkwardeness between us is over. I grab my black duffel bag and walk out of the room. Harry's SUV is in the parking lot, and I sink into the leather seat, inhaling deeply.

"WHAT is that smell?" I ask, trying not to gag as Harry climbs into the car.

"Ally was puking in here...." Harry looks behind the seat and holds up an ice cream bucket. I avert my eyes as Harry hops out of the car and throws it into the trash can by the ER entrance.

"That's disgusting." I shudder.

"You shoud've been here for the action." Harry says.

"I wish I was." I murmur.

Harry smirks, not having heard me. "Ally somehow managed to fill that bucket, and we weren't at the hospital yet, so she puked in one of Niall's shoes. It was great."

"I can imagine." I try to laugh, still feeling guilty about not being here when it happened.

We pull up shortly at the apartment and we climb up. I walk through the door first and my knees go weak. It smells more like home than my own hourse, or that apartment ever will.

"I'm going to take a shower." I say.

"Okay." Harry says. "I've got some work to do on my laptop, so take your time."

He follows me into the bedroom. It takes a lot of willpower not to dive face first into the bed and inhale Harry's scent. Instead, I pull some clothes out of my duffel and go into the bathroom.

A short, hot shower later, I pull on a pair of black Soffee shorts and a tight fitted white t-shirt with a floral print mickey mouse outline. I tug my hair up into a bun and go back out into the bed room. Harry is sitting, leaning back against the wall at the head of the bed, and typing into his laptop.

"Hey." I give him a small smile.

"C'mere." He says, looking up at me.

I walk over and sit next to him on the bed. He closes his laptop and sits it to the side, reaching out his arms. I crawl onto his lap.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you." Harry says, kissing me lightly.

"I want to kiss you." I say. His eyes light up. "But I'm very tired."

"Kiss me first and then we can sleep." Harry bargains.

I lift my head to his and kiss him boldly. Before he can get his tongue out I pull back. "Later, ok?" I press a hand to his chest.

"Are you going to stay here tonight?" He asks.

"Yeah, I think Niall will want to stay at the hospital with Ally..." I say.

"Later then." He pinches my butt and I slap at is hand.

I crawl off his lap, and shimmy under the covers. Harry does the same, spooing me and tucking me up against his chest, one arm draped across my torso and the other acting as my pillow. I feel so much relief I could cry.

Harry kisses the top of my head and murmurs an "I love you" and I know there's nowhere in this world I'd rather be.

Harry's P.O.V.

    I wake up before Steph, and when I roll over onto my back, she turns in her sleep, throwing a leg over mine and an arm over my chest. I lay there, her breath fanning out over my chest. I play with a strand of hair that's come out of her top knot.