Never Have I Ever || h.s.

Chapter 3: Four New Pals

Chapter 3:

I wake up to find myself in a huge king-size bed. Had Harry carried me to bed? Shit. I can't believe I fell asleep. He isn't here though, it's just me. I sit up, and I notice that I am in only a t-shirt. "H-Harry?" I call. A lighter-haired boy appears around the corner. Slight disappointment comes over me when I see that it's not Harry.

"Are you alright, Love?" The boy asks. He has a slightly different accent from Harry's. He is definitely a cutie though. I feel my whole body heat up in embarrassment, realizing that I am in only a t-shirt.

"Umm sorry. Who are you?" I ask, feeling stupid.

He laughs at me, "I'm Harry's band mate, Niall."

"Oh hi, I'm Laney." I say shyly. "Where's Harry?"

"I know who you are, love. And Harry's in his room getting ready. We have a meet and greet today before the show." Niall replies, pointing towards a door. He walks into the kitchen, and I walk up to the door he had pointed to.

I go over to where I hear Harry's voice. I knock softly. "Harry? You in there?" I ask, trying to be respectful of his space.

He opens the door. "Yes, love. Everything ok?" Harry asks, smiling down at me.

"Yeah. Sorry. I just didn't know where you were." I reply with a sigh. Harry kisses my cheek, and I feel a pleasant chill come over me. His charm almost makes me forget that I am in only a t-shirt, but then reality hits me again. "Oh-um-uh... Harry. Why am I in this shirt? Why didn't you wake me up so that I could change?" I question nervously.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. I just didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful." Harry replies with a childish grin.

"Harry- I do mind! You basically saw me naked!" I retort.

Harry just laughs. "Laney. I have seen girls in bikinis before. Calm down." I let out a 'hmph' and walk back to the room I slept in to get ready.

Harry finished getting ready. And then the the two boys along with rest of the boyband and I get into a big SUV.

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I had to call Izzy and Monica to tell them that I will see them at dinner time. No later. They are fine with it. Actually, I am surprised how ok they are with it.

In the car all the boys introduce themselves to me. Louis and Niall are the funny ones, and Zayn and Liam are the sweet ones. And then there is Harry, of course, I can't really describe him in words.

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When we arrive at meet and greet venue, interviewers swarm the area, screaming questions out when they see Harry and I closely walking together, fingers intertwined.

"Is she a fan?"

"How'd you pick up her?"

"Harry! Is this one more your type?"

"Are you actually dating?"

"What's her name?"

"Looks like Mr. Styles is found the flirt once again!"

"Is Harry dating a fan?"

Question after question, comment after comment, the paparazzi don't give up. Harry just keeps me next to him and keeps on walking. I am overwhelmed.

When we get inside, Harry hugs me. "Good job, love, you made it through the paparazzi." He smiles, studying my face that is obviously overwhelmed.

"Oh my gosh, that was terrifying! It was absolute chaos." I say, shaking my head and fluttering my eye lashes.