The Beginning • Book One • A Kit Harington Fanfiction

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Alice's P.O.V.

I woke up at 7am on the dot, thanks to my alarm. I had stayed at Kit's last night after the ball, but we went to my house before to pack my clothes for today. I looked to my left and saw Kit's face squashed up against the pillow, his arm was wrapped around me and he was letting out a low snore. I peeled myself away from him and jumped into the shower. Today was finally the day that I was starting my musical career. I had so many ideas for the album, I just needed to wait and hear what the big boss thought. After I had washed my hair and cleaned myself I put on some moisturiser and a pair if Kit's shorts and his top that he had flung off in the middle of the night - he was 'too hot'. Its weird how comfortable we are around each other. Yeah, we were best friends before we went out, but I thought things would be awkward between us when we started to date. I walked back through to Kit's room and found him in exactly the same position I had left him. Him and Richard were coming up to Glasgow with me today, they were going shopping while I was in the studio. I needed to wake him up - easier said than done. I moved back out into the hall and took a run at the bed jumping up and belly flopping down onto the bed next to Kit. He jumped up and turned to face me.

"Morning sleeping beauty" I smirked.

"Why do I have to get up at this ungodly hour" he moaned.

"Because we have to go up to Glasgow, and we have to get the 8 o'clock train."

"What time is it right now?" He asked rubbing his eyes

"7:20" I told him

He jumped up and walked through to the bathroom. I proceeded to get dressed. I had just decided to keep things comfortable because I didn't know how long I was going to be at the studio. I put on a pair of ripped jeans, a cute jumper and a pair of my neon Nike's. I didn't put on too much makeup and dried my hair into soft curls.

When Kit came out of the shower he was topless - again.

"I m going to make some breakfast, want some?" I asked heading for the door leading out to the landing.

"Yes please" he shouted pulling out his clothes for the day.

I walked downstairs and found Richard already sitting at the breakfast bar, he was pretty hungover.

"Have a nice night last night did we?" I smirked at him pouring myself a cup of orange juice.

"Shut up and make me pancakes" he said with his forehead on his hands.

I chuckled, knowing he was suffering enough, me and Kit practically had to drag him home last night and tuck him into bed. I finished making the pancakes just as Kit cane downstairs.

"Morning Elvis Presley" Kit said, slapping his hands on Richards shoulders.

"What?" Richard asked, confused.

"You don't remember? Last night you got up at the band and asked them to play some Elvis so you could sing along" Kit chuckled putting 3 pancakes on his plate

"Please tell me I didn't sing" richard said turning a bright scarlet color

"You did, it was quite a spectacle" Kit grinned, demolishing his first pancake I'm 3 bites.

"You were no better Michael Jackson" I told Kit, the grin faded.

"I didn't..."

I cut him off

"You told them to play the King of Pop's greatest hits so you could experience the magical feeling of dance" Richard was rolling on the floor with laughter.

We jumped into the car and headed for the train station. When we were on the train I started to feel really nervous. My palms were clammy, I started to stare off, I didn't hear any of the conversations Kit and Richard were trying to involve me in. What if they didn't like the rest of my music? I could only hope.