Being Harry Styles' Beard

chapter eight

I woke up laying on something hard.

Where am I? This isn't Harry's hotel bed?

I look up to see a sleeping Niall and immediately my heart sinks. Damn it. I can't believe I fell asleep on him last night. Niall had his arm wrapped around me and there was a pretty soft blanket tangled around us.

How was I going to get up without waking him?

I somehow get up with Niall only stirring a bit in his sleep. When he realizes my absence in his sleep he grabs the blanket and cuddles into it and I hold in a laugh and try to stop myself from smiling. He is literally the cutest thing ever.

I look around to see all the boys still sleeping except one, particular curly haired boy. I look around for him but he is no where to be seen. I walk to the fairly small kitchen and I hear a toilet flush. I look back in the kind of living room and see that all the boys are still in a deep sleep. Then a Harry comes around the corner in only black boxers.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty." He says to me and combs through his curls to make them stay down. But he only makes it worse and they stick up even more then they were before.

"Hello there." I say pulling my hair into a high pony-tail.

"You and Niall seem to like cuddling quite a lot, yeah?" He teases me with a smirk.

"Shut up!" I whisper/yelled so I don't wake everyone up. Harry just chuckles at me.

"I think that we should make breakfast for the guys? It would be fun!" I suggest and Harry nods in agreement.

"Then we can talk to them about all this beard rubbish." Harry adds and I nod once agreeing.

"We should probably go to the shops then to get some food to cook?" Harry asks and we both head to the door. But when I turn around I realize that Harry only has grey sweats on I suggest that we go to our room to put some actual clothes on.

When we leave our room to go to the shops Harry is wearing a black 'teenage runaway' jumper with of course his black skinny jeans. As I am still wearing my hair in a high ponytail, high waisted light blue wash denim shorts with a black crop top. Then I decided to wear some sunglasses because those paps are crazy.

We have to stop by one of the security guards room to let them know where we are going and 2 of them will be following us in a car.

Harry and I are still kind of waking up so our trip to his black rang rover is silent. When we left out of the hotel there wasn't any paparazzi but there was some fans. We stopped of course and I took pictures of the fans with Harry. Then we were on our way to this little grocery shop. On the way there I decided to turn on the radio and my very favorite band was on, 5 Seconds of Summer. I automatically turned up the volume and started singly loudly along to 'She Looks So Perfect'.

Now, I do not fangirl over One Direction, but 5SOS, was another story. I have watched all of their YouTube videos, have a couple t-shirts of theirs, and best believe that all their twitter notifications are on. Harry looks over at me smirking when it gets to the chorus but this is my favorite part so I proceed with my loud singing and when it passes then I question him.

"What? Haven't you seen them?" I ask Harry and he smirks even more.

"So, I see you're a fan of 5SOS?"

"Well, obviously. Isn't it obvious?" I look at him like he's dumb and he chuckles a bit.

"How big of a fan are you?" He questions looking back to the road and I start to wonder why he needs to know all these things. But Harry is always talking nonsense so who knows where he is going with this.

"Really big. I became a fan in 2012 and I have watched all of their videos, almost liked all of their Instagram posts and, ugh, Luke is so hot." I babble on and Harry just laughs.

"Oh, don't act like you don't have your little fan moments! Remember when you were Elvis Presley in that little thing or whatever when we were younger?!"

"Yeah, but I didn't like all his Instagram posts!"

"He didn't have an Instagram dipshit!" 

"Oh yeah." He chuckles and we pull into the parking lot of the grocery store. I unbuckle my seat belt and get out of the car, as Harry does the same.

Usually, going into a grocery store to receive food to cook for breakfast would be simple, fast, and easy. But Harry and I doing any simple task is another story. Harry thought it would be a good idea for me to push the cart with him in it and I personally think I come up with way better ideas than Harry. So Harry ended up pushing me down the freezer isle looking for some sort of easy breakfast food to make. Harry was actually concentrating on what he was picking out to make his gourmet breakfast. But I was just grabbing things that caught my eye when I wasn't snapchatting my friends from back home. These snapchats consisted of me zooming in on Harry's concentrated face and him flicking me off near the end realizing I was filming him. After a good 30 minutes I am buried in food and Harry is begging me to get out because he's too tired to push me anymore. But I once again get my way as we go to the self check out.

"Clare, what the hell is this?" I look up from my phone seeing Harry holding a jar of Nutella.

"Can't you read?" I ask really confused. I mean I know they say some celebrities are du,b because they get everything handed to them but this Harry. He couldn't have forgotten how to read in 2 and a half years.

"Yes, but what is this for? This will ruin my whole breakfast. I told you multiple times. Toast, eggs, bacon, croissants and sausage. How do you think Nutella will fit into this mix, Clara?" Harry is now standing with one hand on his hip and an eyebrow raised. 

"I don't know but it's fucking delicious." I stu gold but manage to take the Nutella from his hand and swipe it against the scanner and put it in the bag. Harry shakes his head chuckling a bit and proceeds to ringing everything up.

As we go out to the car there is tons of flashing lights that catch me off guard but Harry just sighs, struggles to turn us around and pulls out his phone.

"What the fuck? Do they have my snapchat or some shit?"