Eight | W2S

EIGHTEEN.

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I wake up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock, and when I roll over to turn it off, it gives the stark reminder of the lack of sleep I'd had last night.

Last night.

I blinked, the memories of the activities that had taken place in this very bed just last night came flooding back, and even just thinking about it left me a little breathless.

"Shit."

It was only seven, and we had all agreed to meet downstairs for eight, but I always liked giving myself an hour to get ready. At least I had an hour to try and prepare myself to see Harry again.

Or at least, I was going to prepare until that time was cut short by a knock on the door. Surely the crew weren't checking we were awake already?

"Hang on! I'm just getting dressed!" I call out, buying myself a little more time to get ready.

And then, my phone pinged.

From: Harry

Not sure you being dressed makes a difference or not

It brings a small smile to my face, along with the reddening of my cheeks, and I stop what I'm doing, peeking through the little peep hole, and sure enough Harry is stood outside my door.

I open it, grabbing his arm and pulling him in, gently closing the door behind, so not to arouse any suspicion.

"What are you doing?" I ask, a little less confident than I'd been last night. Probably because all the alcohol had left my system now.

"Saying good morning to you," he says innocently. "Oh!" As if he'd just forgotten, "and this," he adds, grabbing my cheek and kissing me on the lips, and I think we're both smiling into it.

"You're clingy," I laugh, gently pulling away, but maintaining the close proximity.

"You blame me?" He retorts, heading over to my bed and jumping onto it. It's now that I realise he's literally fully dressed for the day.

"Harry — this is early for you! I know you didn't go to bed straight after we — after last night," I correct myself, still not missing the way I couldn't quite say it out loud.

"Yeah, but I know you wake up an hour before you have to. Thought I'd chance you being awake, and look! Surprise, you are," he grins, just propped up on my bed, watching me.

"And what if someone actually does knock on my door? Or your door?" I ask, feeling a tiny bit of stress. It hadn't even been twenty four hours, yet.

"Knock on your door, I hide. Knock on mine, I'm taking a shit," he shrugs, like he's gotten it all figured out.

I sigh. "You really are the worst," I shake my head, heading over to my suitcase, which still displayed the mess from last night.

I look back, and see him stretching off the bed to pick up my dress from last night. "Feeling nostalgic already?" I tease, picking out a jumper and bottoms for today.

"Can you blame me? It's a beautiful dress. Maybe you should write a song about that," he laughs.

"You might just be onto something there," I agree, but it's a thought for another day. "If you want to be helpful though, you can sort my suitcase out after you made it all messy last night," I ask, pointing him towards it.

"Not the only thing that was messy last night," he murmurs under his breath, but unfortunately for him, I caught it.

I raise my eyebrow at him, walking towards him slowly. "Want to share that again?" I challenge, a smirk on the tip of my mouth.