Erm... So... Basically (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 16

Harry’s POV

    I made my way through the front door of the hotel room around 5am. I fell asleep next to Marilyn last night and probably wouldn’t have woken up at all if I didn’t have to pee so bad. It was tough leaving her though…

    After stumbling back from the bathroom to Marilyn’s room, I realized it was 4:30, I had to get back to the hotel, getting in the next day at 10:30 would probably be a little sketchy. Plus we had a photoshoot today. I looked at my new best friend asleep in her bed, holding the blanket in her arms. I watched her roll over to where I was originally laying, her dreaming self noticed something was different and she began to wake up. She rolled back to facing me, I giggled a little bit. She then sat up slowly, her hair was everywhere, but she still looked perfect.

“Harry?” She asked, her voice sleepy.

“Hey love, I’m going to head back now okay? I’ll see you later though, alright?” I said slowly, walking towards her a bit.

She rubbed her eyes, reminding me of a baby panda bear, then laid down again no longer facing me.

I smiled then began to leave the room, until I heard her tired voice mumble something,

“You’re so cute, Harry.” She said, half asleep.

I stepped back in slowly and looked over at her.

“What?” I asked her curiously.

She didn’t respond. She was asleep again.

I laughed to myself, knowing she wouldn’t remember saying that to me, and also knowing she was practically sleep talking.

You’re adorable Marilyn.

    I walked into the kitchen to pull out a Vanilla iced Starbucks coffee from the fridge, I didn’t even notice Louis was sitting in the living area sipping his coffee and looking at me. When I walked past him I jumped, was he waiting for me?

“Way to finally show up.” He sassily said to me. I sat down beside him to talk.

“Honestly Louis…  she was scared, and couldn’t fall asleep. All I did was lay down with her so she felt safe, and I fell asleep too. It’s not weird.” I responded, opening my drink.

He rolled his eyes at me, I didn’t get why he was so upset. I got up to grab a donut from the counter when I heard Louis’s voice behind me,

“When are you going to admit it to yourself that you’re crazy about her?” his words sharp like knives.

I slowly turned around and looked at him, not knowing what to say.

I then released a heavy sigh and looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid contact.

“I am crazy about her.” I managed to say. “But it’s just she doesn’t-”

“Harry, maybe it’s time to stop telling yourself something you THINK you know, and actually find out for yourself.” Lou interrupted me, his eyebrows raised. I walked over to the couch where I was sitting a moment ago, and returned back to my former position, then setting my food and drink on the counter in front of me.

“Well what am I supposed to do?” I asked him, waiting for an answer.

“I can’t help you there. That’s something you gotta think up on your own. But I also need you to take a step back at the thought that Marilyn wont always be our little secret, she’s becoming known. So yeah, she comes on tour with us… possibly,”