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Chapter 54

*Niall's POV*

I've been staying at one of my childhood mates' house for the past couple of days. I've gotten numerous phone calls and text messages from the boys and Allison, but I haven't responded yet. I just need to disconnect myself from them for a little while. 

I don't exactly know what a 'little while' is because I don't know how long I'll stay here. It won't be forever though. I promised Allison I would. And no matter how hurt I am, I won't break a promise to her. 

*Allison's POV*

I wake up to Harry gently kissing my neck. It tickles and I laugh and then roll over to face him. I give him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Morning Beautiful." he says. 

"Morning." I say.  He kisses the tip of my nose, his lips soft and gentle. We're getting married tomorrow. I can't believe it. Where has all the time gone?

  I have to get up because the girls and I are all going to get our hair done, nails, and pick up our dresses. I start to get up but Harry tightens his grip on my waist,  his eyes pleading for me not to leave him. 

I brush back his curls as I say, "Harry, I could stay in this bed all day with you and be completely happy. But, unfortunately, I've got to get up. We've got loads to do today." 

He groans. "No offence, but I can't wait until all of this wedding stuff is over. It interferes with my time with you." he says. 

"None taken. I hate not being able to spend as much time with you as I used to be able to." I say. He takes my hands in his and kisses them softly. 

We both get up out of the bed and I watch as Harry goes over to one of his drawers and pulls out my favourite baggy t-shirt of his.

He walks over to me, a smirk on his face. He looks at me through his long eyelashes. 

"I hate that you didn't wear this last night." Harry says. It's true, I always sleep in one of his shirts, this one is my favourite though. He bends down and whispers huskily in my ear. "Not that you don't look amazing in your clothes, I just prefer you sleep in mine." 

I know that wearing one of his shirts to bed, or just to lazy around in, is something that Harry loves for me to do. It symbolises some sort of undefined connection between us. 

I turn away, my back to him, but I'm pressed close to his body. I start to lift up my shirt, Harry's hands are soon there to help me. 

Soon, my top is dropped to the floor. Harry hands me the t-shirt and I take it in my hands. He leaves a trail of soft, warm kisses down my neck. His hands slowly trace down my arms and he gently squeezes my hand. I feel his hands go to my bra clasp and he starts to unclasp it. 

"Harry." I warn him. He stops and then chuckles in my ear. He helps me put on his shirt and then spins me around to face him. He examines my body with his eyes, making me blush furiously.