BROOKE'S P.O.V.
My eyes flutter open and make out a structure, my eyes widen.
It's harry.
How'd he get here? I try as hard as I can to remember what happened last night.
Then it hits me.
I broke down at the studio, someone must have called him and he came and got me.
I watch him sleep peacefully, his arms are wrapped around my torso, but we're next to each other, instead of him sleeping on me. I cough a bit and turn around.
"Brooke?"
I freeze in my spot and wait to see if he says anything else.
"Are you awake?"
I take a deep breath and roll back over, facing him. He lays there, eyes focusing on me.
"Why'd you stay?" I ask.
"You told me not to leave you."
I sit up, harry does the same. I look down. I'm not wearing shorts and tights, just shorts.
"Did you change me?" I ask, looking at him.
"Uh." He says standing up. "You complained about the tights being uncomfortable."
"So you changed me?"
"Look, yeah. You were non stop crying and-"
"You probably enjoyed it didn't you." I snap.
Harry looks taken aback and he opens his mouth to speak. "Why are you being snappy?
I've seen you in a bikini before, basically the same thing. I'm trying to help you."
"If you wanted to help me you would have come earlier, not have Abby have to call you."
"I was fixing my neighbors car. It took all damn day and I had to clean it afterwards. I was going to come at six but it took longer than expected."
"Are you sure you weren't having a fling?" I say now getting up.
"What is your problem?" He asks.
"You. You're my problem. You send so many mixed emotions. You like me, but then you go and have all these flings."
"That's it? The fucking flings?" He says getting aggravated. "They were to get over you brooke!"
"Harry... Your temper..."
"I can't believe this. I just helped you last night, you were unresponsive to everyone but me, what would have happened if I wasn't there Brooke?" His eyes almost darken in color again.
"Harry please, calm down. I'm sorry."
"I don't even know what to say. Fuck!" He says pacing.
I watch him and bite my cheek. Is this what he looked like the first time? His breathing gets heavier and he runs his fingers through his hair. Worried, I run over to him and cup his face.
"Please calm down, I'm sorry. I'm still on edge. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."
He stars at me, breathing. He doesn't say anything, just stares at me.
"I don't have sex with everyone I meet." He says, eyes going back to their original state.
"I know."
There is silence as we just continue to look into each other's eyes.
"Brooke." He asks my hands still on his face.
"Yes?"
His hands cup my face and he pulls his face into mine, connecting our lips.
"I've waited so long to do that." He smiles, pulling away.
I stare at him. "What does this mean?"
"It means." He says coming closer again. "It means I want you to kiss me, again." He smirks.
I stand there. "No? Guess I'll have to." He says kissing me again, this time, I kiss back.
The kiss is sweet, and passionate.
"Bwooke eaten?"
I pull away to see Taylor standing in the doorway.
"On no, he's not eating me." I laugh
"Not yet." He smirks.
"Harry!" I say. I slap him in the arm and go grab Taylor.
"Hawwy?" Taylor asks, I turn her around so she can see him. "Hawwy!" She screams
reaching out for him. He smiles and grabs her, resting her on his waist.
"So, what are we doing today?"
"We?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm thinking I'm going to stay the weekend."
"I'd love you too." I smile.
Harry sets Taylor down and looks back up to me. "So. Plans for today?"
"Boardwalk?" I suggest.
"Why not? Niall might be there soon."
"Let's go find out." I laugh. "Taylor, go back with mommy. Wait." I look at harry. "You brought me here with my dad and sister?"
"They saw me pull in and your dad actually let us in. He told me I should stay over, he's at work."
"Okay." I say dumbfounded.
FROM ABBY: come to the boardwalk
TO ABBY: I am, with harry.
FROM ABBY: nialls here too
TO ABBY: have you made your move ?
FROM ABBY: playing hard to get
TO ABBY: he likes that you know
FROM ABBY: jeez oh man
