Waiting For Love

Sweet Dreams

I woke up with my hand around Harry's neck. His hand was underneath me, gently holding my waist. I was very close to him, maybe too close. I don't know what we did last night but I feel calm, relaxed even. The slow, steady sound of Harry's breathing was in sync with mine. His skin was warm, his chest was bare. I was wearing his shirt. It was a little too big for me but it felt comfortable unlike my dress. I snuggled closer to Harry, enjoying the feeling of his soft skin against mine. Suddenly Harry opens his eyes.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" I ask him.

"No, I was waiting for you to wake up." He smiles, moving a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Harry.." I ask him, getting his attention, "what happened last night?"

He moistens his lips with the tip of his tongue, looking up at the ceiling.

"Nothing." He replies, grinning widely.

"Harry." I say sternly. He looks at me and I laugh, breaking the unbearable silence.

"I'm being serious though. I left while you were 'sleeping' to make myself some tea before going to bed next to you." Harry says. Suddenly he stood up and walked towards his closet and pulled out a white shirt. He pulls it over his head and strolls out the door, abandoning me. I sat up in his bed, admiring the surroundings. I got out of bed and walked over to the blinds. I slowly opened the blinds and heard Harry walk in. I spun around and saw Harry with my bag.

"Thanks." I grinned. I came over and grabbed it, my hand accidentally brushing against his. I look up and smiled at him. I searched my bag for my phone and picked it up. 3 missed calls? I look at the missed calls, all from Kyah. I need to call her back. Maybe she's in trouble or something? I look in my contacts list and search for Kyah's name. I finally locate her name and pressed the number below it. I waited for her to pick up, carefully listening to the phone.

"Jasmine!" She whispered loudly.

"Kyah, what's wrong?" I ask her.

"Shh, quieten down! I'm at Niall's house with the boys. We all had a huge sleepover. Natalie was here." She replies quietly.

"Yeah, ok. Why did you call me?" I ask her impatiently.

"Oh, because Niall drove Natalie home but they didn't bother to wake me up when they left." Kyah says sadly.

"Oh my god. So you want me to pick you up?" I offer her.

"Yes, please. I don't want to wake the boys up." She states. I look over at Harry and saw him leaning against the door, openly eavesdropping on my conversation.

"Ok, I'll see what I can do." I say to her, trying to calm her down.

"Thanks, Jasmine." She said. I could practically hear her smile through the phone. She hangs up and I turn off the phone.

"Hey, Harry.." I say, getting his attention.

"Yeah, we'll pick up Kyah soon." He says almost as if he knew what I was about to ask.

"You could hear that?" I ask him in amazement.

"I have good hearing." He states, smiling. I raise an eyebrow and laughed. I carefully put the phone in the pocket of my shorts, or Harry's shorts I should say.

"So, how did I get into these clothes?" I ask him. I know the answer but I wanted to see what he says.

"I think you know." He says with a hint of amusement.

"Let's have breakfast, then." I smiled, forgetting about the question. I walked up to him expecting him to move from the door. He doesn't budge. I stare at him, trying to intimidate him. He grinned, causing me to roll my eyes.