I'm with the band

16

I gently wake Harry up to let him know that we've gotten home.

I seriously doubt that the guys are awake, so I open the garage door and we quietly walk inside the house, not wanting to wake them.

We open the front door that leads to our living room and see that all the lights are closed.
Yeah, they're definitely sleeping.

"I'll stay with you tonight." I whisper to Harry.

"Is someone gonna miss me already?" He asks teasing me, poking my chin.

"Shut up." I say, trying to hide my grin.
"I just want to make sure you sleep well, and that you're okay."

"I know, I know." Harry says, smirking, trying to resist the urge to kiss me.
"My sweet girl."

"We agreed no talk like that until later." I say pointedly, but did like the idea of him calling me his sweet girl.

Harry sighs.
"Well, the anticipation is killing me."

"I could tell." I say teasing, as we both laugh.
"Now, come on, let's go to yours."
"And also, I'd appreciate it this time if I didn't wake up in the bathtub."

"No promises." Harry jokes as we laugh and the lights somehow turn on.

We pause for a minute then see four more pairs of eyes looking at us from the living room couch.

Our eyes both widen and we freeze in our tracks because Zayn, Liam, Niall and Louis had just heard our entire conversation.

"Well, well, well." Louis says, smirking.
"It seems to me like there has been some sneaking around, hasn't there?"

"What the hell happened at Ashton's party?" Niall asks, his eyes darting to my torn shirt.

"Did you two kiss?" Liam asks, as my eyebrows furrow nervously.

"What?" Harry and I both say in unison for a long period of time, not sounding convincing at all.

"What makes you think that?" I ask, folding my arms suspiciously.

"Your lipsticks on his mouth." Zayn adds, his head nodding in Harry's direction as I take a look at Harry's face.
"Along with some bruises."

"Zayn's right, what happened Harry?" Liam asks, concerned.

"He got into a fight." I say, casually.
"How did this happen? I literally bathed you." I ask, trying to rub some of it off as Harry blushes.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down, Juliet." Niall says.

"Harry got into a fight?" Louis asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"You bathed him?" Niall asks as the guys exchange bizarre looks.

"And what happened to your shirt?" Zayn points out, noticing its enormous rip.

"It's a long story-" Harry says, but I cut him off.

"That I'm going to tell them because you need your rest." I say, making sure he gets the sleep he needs, given that he wasted a lot of energy on fighting a tool bag.

"But I-"

I go on the tip of my toes to reach his height and give him a quick kiss to shut him up.
"Bed, now." I say, pointing down the hallway, where his room was.