You're Mine. |H.S|

Chapter 22

(When your Harry af and America af ;) happy 4th of July! 🎉🎈🎆)

"Ugh!" I groan rolling over. My head hurts so much, I have the breath of what I can only imagine a dead person would smell like.

"Morning." Liam sits beside me brushing the hair out of my eyes. Wait! I just slept with someone who is like a brotherly figure to me. "Don't worry, I told Harry that I'd take care of you since he's sick."

"Uh, by taking care of me do you mean having sex." I ask nervous for the response. "Becaus what ever happened last night I was intoxicated and I was unable to think clearly."

"Don't worry," Liam kisses my forehead. "I don't think Harry would mind sharing."

"I am not a sex toy." I sigh heavily. "Why does everyone think that?!" I close my eyes and hold my hand to my forehead. It feels like there's construction going on in my skull.

"I'll order room service for breakfast." Liam kisses my forehead then dials numbers in the phone, while he's waiting for someone to pick up he says, "Don't worry we only made out,"

I harshly push my head back into the pillow and grab another pillow and put it over my face. "Ughh!" I moan into the pillow. Liam starts to order. Pancakes, eggs, toast, coffee, orange juice and carrots. When he hangs up I ask him how many people we're having, he just laughs.

"Does Harry seriously know where I am and why?" I look up at Liam who smiles at me sweetly.

"He doesn't know that we madeout but he knows that you're with me. Safe and sound." Liams thumb brush over my eyebrows, I can't help but close my eyes and relax my body. "Your smile is infectious, you know that?"

"Yeah?" I ask smiling a bit, I open one eye and Liam smiles too. "I can't be with you, I know you probably don't like me but Harry would literally Kill me if he found out!."

"I like you but I know that it won't happen." Liam gets up and turns on the television. "We need to act normal around each other." I nod. "Wanna watch Toy Story?" Liam blushes and smiles.

"You like Disney movies?" I ask, he nod like he's embarrassed. Thank God he doesn't like horror or anything like that. "I love them!"

"Okay, well Toy Story is my favorite." Liam checks the clock. "It's pretty early, only four AM."

"That's fine, I guess I only got a couple hours of sleep. It'll last long enough." I sigh and pulls the covers over my whole body up to my neck. "Later we're going to the beach, and tan and--"

"I know maybe I'll get to rub sun screen all over your back and then--" Liam starts then I cut him off.

"Nuh uh." I laugh. Harry would already kill me if he found out about our make out session. Even though we were intoxicated under the power of alcohol. I've never seen Harry drink although I have a feeling he'd be one of the guys that spends most of their time at the bar checking girls out. If he wasn't with me. I doubt that'd stop him. "Is Harry dangerously explosive?"

"What are you talking about?" Liam asks sitting on the opposite side of the bed as me.

"Just... When he gets frustrated, is it dangerous?" I don't know how to put this in a way, I have it all thought out and planed what I'm going to say in my head but when I try to physically say it out loud it makes no sense. "Will he hurt me, because he has before... He's cut me." Holy crap. Did I just say that out loud. Oh. Shit.

"He hurt you?!" Liam moves over toward me. "Where'd he cut you?"

"Forget I said anything." I roll over and close my eyes. I guess Liam didn't think that he would hurt me, I find it hard to believe. "You thought he'd only sexually hurt me."

"Uhm..." Liam starts but can't finish. I know it's a yes.

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"Hey, Harry" I say walking into our hotel room, I need a bathing suit for the beach.

"Alison!" He shouts limping over towards me. Harry wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get sick too."

"I just came to get my bathing suit." He lets go of me then tries to block my path to the bedroom. "What?" I smile at him.

"Please don't go..." Harry looks down at me. His arms and legs on opposite sides of the door frame. "I need you."

"Harry, I need my bathing suit." I say looking up into his bright green eyes. Harry pulls me into his chest and kiss my forehead. My face turns hot and I blush. I think of Liam and how him and I try made out last even though I can vaguely remember it.

"Why are you acting so nervous?" Harry asks putting his hand on my cheek. My whole body stiffens up and my face turns hot and red again.

"Just don't wanna get sick." I laugh a bit awkwardly. I walk under Harry's arm grab a bikini then get changed in the bathroom. "How are you feeling, babe?" I ask trying to keep a conversation going while I'm getting dressed.

"Pretty good, hopefully another day until the food poisoning is over." Harry leans his back against the bathroom door. When I walk out I look in the mirror and Harry starts talking again. "Really, what happened last night? It was only you and Liam, something must've happened."

My palms start to sweat then I close my eyes.

Time to confess.