The Poster

Chapter 23

Yes, this is the last chapter... I hope you liked this fanfiction! It was my first one, so don't judge. I'm very proud of it and nobody can ruin that.

Please vote!! And I decided to not write a sequel! Well not now but maybe when I finish my other stories:)

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I loved lazy mornings. I've never been the early one...

I felt a strong arm around my neck and another one on my back. My cheek was lying on his bare chest, few little thin hairs were tickling my nose.

My head rose and fell with every breath he took in and out.

My tiny arm wrapped around his torso, as I nuzzled my head further into his chest.

I heard him chuckling slightly, as I slowly opened my eyes to see a sleeping Harry on the other side of the bus in his bed.

I was shocked... And didn't notice that he was actually not in the same bed as me.

I peered up to see those blue eyes staring down at me. They were sparkling...

"Morning, princess..."

I just loved it when he called me like this.

"Morning," I mumbled against his chest, closing my eyes again.

"Sleepy one?" He asked me and I could tell that he was grinning at me.

"Mhm..." Was the only thing I could answer.

"What about breakfast?"

"I don't know..." I was really REALLY tired that morning.

I actually don't know why, because I slept pretty well after Niall told me this story last night...

What was it about again?

Well there was a prince... And he could watch his 'only princess' through her walls? Were his eyes on the wall?

I don't know why but I drifted off to sleep pretty quick. This story was confusing me that much, that I had a dream about it that night.

I imagined myself as the princess and Niall was the prince... Because he always called me 'princess'.

It was a pretty cliche story though... Because nobody had their eyes on walls but anyways it was cute.

"How did you come up with the story last night?" I quietly asked, so I wouldn't wake the others.

He hesitated for a while...

"Mhm... Errr ... Later," was the only thing he said before the cold breeze hit my warm body and Niall left.

"Gotta get a shower," Harry mumbled, following Niall.

I couldn't see the other lads so I assumed they were already awake.

"Heyyyhoooo," I heard a voice and immediately I saw some black hair in front of me.

I flinched at his voice.

"Zayn!!!" I almost screamed.

Seemed like his bed was above Niall's.

"How are you?" He smiled upside down.

"I'm fine... What about you?" I asked a little bit confused and still scared.

"Today's a big day, love,"

"Wh-w-" I couldn't finish my sentence.

"Zayn! How are you, mate?" Niall appeared next to Zayn's head, shoving him back into his bed above us. Niall fake smiled, I could tell.