Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 23

A/N- so sorry if this sucks! I didn't want you guys to have to wait another day for an update so I wrote one real quick while my daughter was napping. Hope you all still enjoy it though. Thanks for reading! Keep the votes and the comments coming! <3

Hazel

This constant annoying beeping was driving me nuts and making my head pound even more than it already was. I groan and place the pillow over my head to try and drown out the sound. I hear a chuckle and feel movement on the other side of the bed. I peak out from under the pillow and see Harry standing up. A naked Harry.

Oh what a wonderful sight to see first thing in the morning. I admire his strong back and toned arms as he stretches.

"Like what you see?" Harry asks, voice full of humor.

"Mmmm" was all I managed to get out, which caused his to laugh. How can he be this awake and not hungover at...wait. What time was it?

"What time is it?" I ask, finally removing the pillow away from the face and sitting up. Bad idea. The room swayed a little and my head felt like it was going to explode. I cover my face with my hands and take a deep breath, trying to ease the nauseous feeling I felt.

"It's six, love." Harry tells me, rummaging through his bag for clothes.

"Six? Why the heck are you up so early and why aren't you hungover?" I pout, flopping back down in bed. I wanted nothing more than for Harry to climb back in bed with me and wrap his arms around me and just sleep the day and this horrible hangover away.

"We have that live interview today. We have to go early to rehearse the songs we are doing and go over everything," he explains to me, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside me. He brushed the stray hairs from the face, tucking them behind my ear. "And I'm not hungover because I started drinking water a few hours before we left."

"Right. I forgot about the interview today. Eleven right?" He nods. "I'll be there, in the back probably, don't want to get plowed down by crazy fans." I joke. I hope my head feels better by the time the interview started. Being in a room full of screaming girls would not be fun when your head feels like it's going to explode.

"You should find Paul and come see me before it starts, maybe give me a good luck kiss?" He smirks.

"Not that you need it, but I will," I smile up at him.

"Now get some more rest and drink lots of water and take some aspirin when you get up." He orders, placing a small kiss on my forehead, "plus I hope you feel better for tonight. I was hoping for a repeat of last night after we got home," he said playfully.

My cheeks grew warm and I knew I was blushing. Last night was...hot. I don't know what came over me. It was probably the amount of alcohol in my system. Doesn't matter though, we both enjoyed it, it was more on the rough side, as we both have admitted to liking.

"Yeah, I hope so to," I say, looking up at him and biting my lip.

"Ugh, if I didn't have to be somewhere soon I'd take you right now," he growled, eyes intense as they stare down into my eyes. "Now get some sleep." He ordered again as he stands reluctantly and makes his way to the bathroom.

"I love you Harry," I tell him.

"I love you too Hazel," he says before shutting the bathroom door.

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I woke up to another annoying banging sound. It took me a second to realize it was someone pounding on my bedroom door. Then I heard the voice.

"Hazel Grey! Get up this second or else we will be late for the interview!" Sidney screams at me from the other side of my door.

"I'm up!" I yell back, slowly sitting up. I sit on the edge of the bed, making sure the room doesn't spin before standing up. I notice a small glass of water and a bottle of aspirin sitting on the nightstand, along with a note.