I'm with the band

17

I wake up, and still find myself in Harry's bed.
Definitely an improvement from his bathtub.

I sit up from his bed to find him still asleep on my lap.
I needed to get up and get ready for the day, but I didn't want to disturb him.

Very slowly, I think about moving my waist so that his head falls flat on the mattress.
But then I thought that was a terrible idea since he got punched in the face multiple times, and I didn't want his nose, lip or eye hurting again.

Instead, I decided to very gently lift the sides of his head and set him on the mattress myself, so that he's lying sideways.

I try and get up, and the sounds of the bed creaking make a lot of noise.
I'm about to walk to the bathroom, but I feel a grip on my wrist.

"Where are you going?" Harry says, very groggily.

I turn around to see that he hasn't moved from his sleeping position and that his eyes were just barely open.

"I have to get ready." I whisper, sitting on the bed again, as I brush some of the hair out of his face with my free hand.

"For what?" He whines, his voice still half asleep, and his fingers still wrapped around my wrist.

"For the day." I laugh.
"We have to rehearse. Or have you forgotten?" I say as he groans.

"I had a dream about you yesterday." He says, quickly changing the topic.

"Did you?" I ask, he was making me laugh with his drowsiness.
"What was it about?"

"I don't remember." He says, as I smile.
"But it was a good dream, and you were in it."

"That does sound like a good dream." I laugh as he nods sleepily.
"I had a dream of you yesterday too."

"What was yours about?" He asks yawning, and beginning to get up.

"Mine was weird, you were having an argument with my dad." I say, shaking my head and laughing.

"That is weird." Harry adds.
"It wasn't a scary one, was it?"

"No, no it wasn't." I shake my head as Harry nods, regaining consciousness.

"Okay, good." He says, sitting right by me and gently stroking my forearm.

"How are you feeling today?" I ask, realizing I hadn't mentioned it.

"Sore." He says, cracking his neck and stretching.
"My nose especially."

"We can ice it later." I say.
"And then you can take some medication to help lessen the pain."

"Well lucky me, I have Doctor Elizabeth Marigold Walker at my disposal." Harry teases, making me laugh.

"Yeah, right." I say, grinning.
"I still can't believe that stupid Alex guy punched you."

"Yeah well, I started it." Harry laughs.

"I didn't say you were smart for doing that either." I say, making him laugh more.

"At least I probably sounded more intelligent than that idiot." Harry grins,
"Do you know who I am? I'm Alex fucking Turner!" He mocks, making me laugh and think of yesterday when Alex would introduce himself.

"Who are you? Oh no I don't care actually because, I'm Alex fucking Turner!" I exclaim, continuing the joke.

"Look at you, trucker mouth." Harry laughs as my mouth falls in offence.
"I've never heard you swear before."

"I don't, I only did it to mock him." I say in defence.

"Well, you better go and wash that pretty mouth out with soap then, Lizzybug." He teases annoyingly, making me laugh.

"Fine." I say, playing along.
"I'll go and do that right now then." I say, getting off the bed and walking to the door.

"Lizzy." He whines, like before.
"I didn't mean it, please stay."

"No! Seriously Harry, I have to get ready." I say, laughing as he lays back down and groans.
"And I suggest that you do too." I finish and shut the door behind me.

However I'm at startled and appalled when I see Louis, Niall, Liam, Zayn and Simon sitting in the living room, all of them staring at me.

They all just saw me come out of Harry's room.
No way that just happened.

"Please join us, Elizabeth." Simon says, motioning for me to go and sit with them.

Shoot.
Okay, definitely too late to walk back into Harry's room, so that plan is out the window.

I hesitantly walk to the living room as the guys continue to look at me in an afraid manner.

No way this is actually happening right now.
This is just another nightmare.

I slowly sit down as they all watch me so attentively that it starts to make me sweat.

"So." I begin, swallowing a big lump in my throat.
"I'm sure you're all wondering why I just walked out of Harry's room-"

"Louis explained it all." Simon says as I look at Louis with my eyebrows furrowed.

"That Harry and I were play-fighting yesterday night and I accidentally threw him up against a wall too hard, remember?" Louis says, looking at me and nodding slowly, as I pick up on it and do the same.
"So you went to his room earlier this morning to check up on him."

My eyes widen.
"Right." I say, sighing.
"That's exactly what I did."

"Oh-kay." Simon says, mocking us.

That's weird.
Simon doesn't mock us unless he's in somewhat of a good mood.
Is he in a good mood?
Why would he be in a good mood?
But I mean, hey! At least he's in a good mood!

"You'll be very pleased to know that my meeting went fairly well, Elizabeth." Simon says, his left hand sitting on top of his right one.

"That's great Simon!" I exclaim, looking to the guys.
"Isn't that great, guys?" I ask them, but they all give me sheepish looks, and I hear a few "meh's."

Why did they not look excited?
When Simon has a good meeting, we're always happy.
Why don't they look happy?

"Elizabeth, I've figured out what to do about the media." He says, smiling.
"About the dating scandal with you and Harry."

This is great news!
Now that all of this is over, Harry and I can be together!
In secret of course.

"Well, that's great! Is that not the greatest guys?" I say, asking them, but still no response.
"What solution did you find, Simon?"

As happy as this news sounds, something feels very off here.
The guys were beginning to scare me, I had no idea what they were thinking.
There was a catch to this, there had to have been.

"You will be fake dating Alex Turner."