One Life

Chapter Eleven

I remember where I was, waking up to the fans screaming for One Direction. The guy's hotel suite.

I swear, that was annoying, but there's no way of escaping it.

When my body registered the warmth, and pain remaining in my knee, I remembered exactly where I was.

Harry's room.

I had already knew I was with One Direction, but it had just came back to me that I was in Harry's bed... With Harry.

When I opened my eyes, the bright light through the balcony doors had burned my eyes.

I squinted when my eyes landed on Harry, to get a better glance at him through the brightness.

I'd fallen asleep in his arms last night, but now we were laying face to face with intertwined legs, and laced fingers.

By the feels of it, I still had a shoe on, but the other foot had lost the sock in the midst of my slumber. Thank god Harry still had pants on. But he had no shirt on. I don't know if he still had his shoes on too, because his feet were much lower than mine due to his height.

We were under the covers, but it stopped at our waist.

Harry wasn't awake, but I wanted to mess with him.

I swept his hair off of his forehead, and tried lifting up his left eyelid with my thumb on the hand that wasn't holding his. His green eye looked dull for a second, and as they adjusted to the light; the color got brighter and his pupils got dilated.

After about 10seconds, his eye began to twitch as if trying to force closure. I let go, leaving him be.

But then I got another idea. Tickle Harry!

A mischievous smile was emitted on my lips. Once my fingers-that were tangled in his-were free so that I had two loose hands, I got ready for my invasion.

"Tickle, tickleee."

I tickled his stomach, and sides.

Or so I thought I did... He didn't move so much as an inch.

He sensed my disappointment and chuckled with closed eyelids. "I'm not ticklish." Harry's voice was slow, deep, and groggy from sleep.

What a waste of energy, and excitedness.

"Loser." I sighed.

The eye that I'd previously'd been messing with, opened. "Why? Because I wasn't ticklish?" This was funny to him now.

"Yes." I scowled. "One day I'll make you laugh."

"Sure you will." He stifled a yawn.

Then suddenly his hands unzipped my jacket, moving it behind me and shoved his hands up my shirt.

If you thought he was about to raped or molest me, you were wrong.

It took me a millisecond to process his actions, and I went into fits of giggles. His long fingers dancing across my stomach and sides. I felt like I was dying. This was pure torture. And let me remind you that one of his hands were icy freakin' cold, whereas the other was warm from being in mines.

"Please... Stop.... H-Harr-yyy."

As tears began to leak the corner of my eyes from his gratifying touch, his amused and smug expression became cloudy from tears.

I pleaded and pleaded, but he never stopped until he felt like I had suffered enough.

Harry's now room tempatured hands slid around my bare stomach to my back embracing me into a hug.