(DISCONTINUED)

○ 1.2 :: Misunderstandings ○

Dedicated to @HannaDelamere for adding this story to her reading list :)

*

"Oh my God, aren't they cute?"

"We're cuter."

"Well, duh, but look at them!"

I woke up tired and disoriented, but I didn't open my eyes. Why was I awake if my alarm hadn't gone off yet?

"Harry is so whipped," Niall announced from somewhere at the foot of the bed, giving me the answer to my unspoken question. I could just imagine him shaking his blond head. "Wait until the boys hear about this." There was a slapping sound, closely followed by Niall's cry of "Ow!"

"Don't be a dìck," Frida chastised. "I think Kat's a boss ass bìtch for taking him down a couple notches." I smiled at her typical ratchet behaviour, snuggling further into the warmth of my bed. When had it gotten so comfortable? I pushed myself as far back as possible into the strange warmth behind me and the arm around my waist tightened.

Wait, what?

My eyes snapped open, my mind rushing to understand what was going on. At some point in the night, Harry had obviously gotten cold at some point in the night and had complied with my request and joined me between the sheets, and now his rather muscular front was pressed against my back. His arm was slung lazily across my waist, a comforting weight on my side, and I could feel his breath against my neck.

I would be lying if I said I didn't like this.

But then when I moved again, I felt his... morning 'companion' poke into my butt, and promptly shrieked.

"Morning, Kat!" Frida sang, as if it wasn't totally weird that she had just been watching me sleep.

"Why the fùck are you guys so loud?" I retorted, trying to find a way to disengage myself from Harry's grip without waking him up - or waking up his little friend anymore than it already was.

Niall scoffed. "We weren't being loud."

"Then explain to me why I'm awake before-" I sat up and checked my phone. "-eight in the morning?"

Frida looked sheepish. "Well, we both have classes to go to, and you both just looked so cute-"

"Not as cute as us," Niall cut in.

"Well, yeah, but still pretty cute-"

"So you thought it would be good to let everyone in the vicinity know about it?" I raised an eyebrow.

They looked guilty for a moment, before Frida lightened up. "I got pictures!"

I groaned. "Frida, man, what the fùck?"

"I can assure you, she is not a man," Niall muttered with a frown.

I groaned again. "Shut up, Niall!"

"What's everyone yelling about?" Harry mumbled sleepily beside me. If I'd been standing, my knees would've buckled at the sound of his morning voice, I'm sure of it.

By this time, Frida and Niall were already sitting by the door, pulling their shoes on. "Kat here was just PMSing," Frida put in. Harry chuckled quietly but didn't say anything, though I felt him stretch next to me.

"I was not PMSing," I huffed. Harry laughed some more and sat up next to me, but I didn't look at him. I looked like crap in the mornings, and Harry didn't need that kind of mental scarring - no matter how macho he was. Both members of Friall turned their heads to look at me blankly. "Yeah, you were," they said in unison. It was a little creepy to be honest, but it made Harry laugh again, so I was more than okay with it.