As You Are // H.S

Twenty Five. *

Alexis Cooper.

Later that morning I woke up to a loud noise of somebody slamming a door, I sat up in bed confused, I looked down at Harry who was happily sleeping, his face pressed tight against the pillow; his legs and arms sprawled across the bed, lightly snoring. I smiled at him in adoration, leaving a small kiss to his forehead before getting out of bed. I threw a jumper on and quietly left the room, jogging slowly down the stairs.

I stopped in my tracks at the last stair when I saw Niall at the front door, his head and hands pressed against it. He turned around and rubbed his face with his hands.

"Niall?" I questioned, deciding to make my presence known. He removed his hands from his face and looked at me, sighing in relief.

"God, that woman was a head case," was the first thing he said. I held back a small laugh.

"Who?" I asked.

"Stephanie! She told me about what happened last night with Harry and you, and how she just used me to get to Harry, so I told her to leave, and she did." He smiled happily.

"Are you okay?" I decided to ask, it can't be a nice feeling to be used to get to your best friend. Niall nodded.

"Yeah, she was a weird one. It wasn't that serious anyway, and I knew she used to be obsessed with Harry, so I kept my guard up." He smiled, dismissing the conversation with the wave of a hand. I shrugged, but then realized what he had said.

"Wait, you knew? Why would you start something with her if you knew something like that?" I questioned, why had I only found this out last night?

"I knew about the girl that was stalking Harry two years ago, I didn't know it was her, but Harry told me the other day, like a week after we all hung out at my house." Niall told me. That's why she and Harry were acting so strange when we were all at Niall's house. Why hadn't he told me sooner?

"Okay." I dismissed the subject, walking into the kitchen after Niall had told me he was going back to bed and walked back upstairs. I made a coffee for both Harry and I and walked back up to our room where he was still sleeping. I drank my coffee, and went and brushed my teeth before coming back into the room and sitting next to Harry.

"Harrrry." I whispered, giving him a slight nudge.

"Mmmm?" He responded, still not opening his eyes yet.

"Wake up."

"'M s'tired." He mumbled, his eyes still closed and his morning voice evident.

"That's why I made you this!" I exclaimed, holding the mug in front of his face. Harry opened one eye, then looked up at me, a one sided smile growing on his face; making his dimple dent into his cheek. He sat up, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. He grabbed the mug from me, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek, I smiled at the gesture.

"Thank you, baby." He mumbled and sipped his drink.

"Stephanie is gone."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I just talked to Niall, she told him, he's not phased. Why didn't you tell me about her when you told Niall?" I asked.

"I didn't think it'd be important, or that she'd make a move on me, I thought she was over it." He told me simply.

"Alright."

"Are you mad at me?" Harry asked, a little sad pout on his face.

"No, not at all." I told him, honestly. I wasn't mad, he hadn't done anything wrong. "Wipe that pout of your face." I said, grinning.