Just friends?...yeah right...

Chapter 56

--Nour's P.O.V.--

"Nour! Wake up, love!" Harry was shaking my shoulders. I slapped his hand away and turned over.

"Go away." I mumbled into my pillow.

"Love, we're gonna be late for our signing."

"I don't care."

"I do. I'm not going there alone."

"You have the boys."

"I want you, though." He then proceeded to sit on my back.

"Okay, okay." I grumble, slowly lifting my head.

"Thank you." He got off me, watching to make sure I don't go back to sleep. "Good morning, by the way." He leaned and pecked my cheek.

"Morning. I'm gonna go shower."

He nods. "I'll bring our breakfast up." I smile and peck his cheek, getting up and stretching, then skipping to the bathroom.

I hopped in and the warm water helped in waking me up a bit. I blow dried my hair, leaving it curly. I changed into skinny jeans, a tan, loose long sleeve shirt with pink polka dots with tan Oxford shoes.

I walked back into the room. "You look lovely." Harry complimented from his seat at the small table in our room.

I pecked his lips. "Thank you." He handed me my breakfast and we ate in silence, but there was something that has been nagging into the back of my mind since Harry mentioned the signing since yesterday.

"There are going to be a lot of haters at the signing today." I said, more as a statement rather than a question. He grimaced, nodding slowly.

"Yes, but don't pay them any mind. Everything they say is a lie."

"I guess."

"I thought you said you didn't mind the haters."

"I don't, but there's a big difference between reading it on the internet and hearing it being said to your face. It's a lot harder to ignore."

He patted my hand. "I'll be right beside you if something happens."

I kissed him lightly. "I love you."

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"Oh my gosh." I breathed, tightening my grip on Harry and Niall's hands.

We were walking towards the signing and even from here I could see the small building we were using was overflowing with hormonal teenage girls. Mike was walking close behind me, the boys all around me as extra protection. Niall looked pretty freaked, and I remembered his claustrophobia. I did the only thing I could think of doing to calm him down.

"Niall, can you give me a piggyback ride?" I whispered to him. Harry gave me a funny look, but I waved it off.

"Um, sure, I guess." He stopped walking long enough for me to crouch and jump onto his back. He lifted me with ease and continued walking.

I could see he was still scared of the mobs of people around us, grabbing at our clothes or arms. So I decided to do what he likes best- other than cooking, I sang.

"My head is stuck in the clouds, She begs me to come down, Says 'Boy, quit foolin' around.'

I told her, 'I love the view from here,' The warm sun, and wind in my ear, We'll watch the world from above, As it turns to the rhythm of love."

I continued the song, singing it quietly in his ear until we reached the the inside of the building. When he finally set me down behind the table and into my seat next to Harry, he looked much better.