Just The Girl I'm Looking For (Niall Horan)

Chapter 7: Harry

I exhale a large breath the second I wake up the following morning.

As I begin to remember what happened the previous night, it hits me. Niall brought home a girl last night.

When I head into the living room area, I notice the shards of my broken mug are no longer all over the kitchen floor. That’s when I see Liam sitting on the couch, sipping his own cup of tea.

“Good morning,” he says to me, offering me a smile.

“Not that good, but morning,” I grumpily reply back.

“Okay then, grumpy cat,” he says under his breath, causing me to laugh. “Go get dressed, I say we get out of here and get an early breakfast.”

I nod and head to my room. I shower really quickly and change into grayish blue sundress with flowers and pair of woven style wedges. I throw my blonde hair into a quick bun and add a cute green headband, for color.  I brush my teeth before adding some red lipstick, grab my leather bag and head into the living room.

I’m about to announce that I’m ready, when I see the girl from last night walking out the door, wearing one of Niall’s t-shirts.

“Walk of shame?” I question Liam, trying to smile.

“Of course. It’s a little late for hookers to skip out. I mean, it’s already 8 o’clock!” Liam says back, chuckling to himself.

I can’t help but laugh. As I recall how that girl was dressed last night, it does strike me that she was dressed oddly like a hooker.

“Let’s go get some breakfast,” Liam smiles, after our laughter finally died down.

After a brisk walk down pavement warmed by the early morning sun, we arrive at a little café on the corner.

I order myself an iced coffee and a Belgium waffle, whereas Liam gets himself a classic English breakfast and a mug of tea with a little lemon.

We eat in silence, and then it dawns on me why Liam brought me to breakfast: He was trying to get me out of the living room so that skank could leave. Liam didn’t want me seeing her.

After paying, we quickly walk back to the hotel as not to be spotted, take the elevator up, and enter the flat. Inside, Louis and Eleanor are sitting on the sofa, watching tea while they sip out of their mugs.

“Good, you’re back!” Eleanor cheers, jumping up to give me a hug.

“Hey, Eleanor!” I hug her back.

“Louis won’t come to shopping with me. I just saw some new things in the magazine today and I’d like to buy some stuff!” she says happily.

“Let’s go!”

After going shopping for the second time this week, and getting stopped by a bunch of Directioners who recognized not only El, but me, we finally made our way home, where Louis then took Eleanor out to lunch, as reparations for not taking her shopping earlier.

Niall walks out of his room not long after, his eyes bloodshot and moaning for an Advil. Liam hands him one and a spot of water, and sits him down.

“This is why you’re not supposed to drink much, mate,” Liam tells him.

“I had fun. And Emma was egging me on!” he mumbles.

“Emma?” Liam questions.

“That was that blonde’s name, remember? The one I brought home?” Niall replies.

“You probably also brought home all of her STD’s…” I mutter under my breath.

“Hmm?” Niall asks, nibbling on the toast that Liam prepared for him.

“Nothing,” I say coolly, standing up abruptly and heading into my room.

Harry is still asleep, snoring louder than ever. I look at the clock that reads noon, so, deciding Harry has slept enough, I jump on his bed.

“Go away!” he yells, trying to push me off.

I laugh. “Nope! You’ve been sleeping for ages!”

“Go away, Amber!”

“Never, Curly!” I giggle.

“If you weren’t so delicate I’d hit you,” he grumbles.

“I’m not delicate!” I say, laughing, softly punching him.

“Alright, I’m done with this,” he sighs.

He stops fidgeting underneath me for a few seconds, and then before I can even do anything about it, he throws the blanket off of him and managed to get me pinned beneath him, his hands holding down my wrists and his legs straddling my waist.

“You done?” he asks, his big green eyes looking into mine. His curls are all messy and in front of his eyes, and he’s only in his boxers.

I’m about to say something in response, but for some reason, I stop. Harry’s grip on my wrists loosens, and finally he gets up off me.

“So I just realized that we’ve never hung out yet since we’ve been in London, so I’m going to go take a shower, and then we’ll go. Okay?”

“Fine by me.”

“And Amber?” Harry calls me right before he steps into the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t think about that whore Niall brought home the other night. They didn’t do anything, trust me. And she won’t be around for too long.”

He throws me a wink before finally stepping into the bathroom, leaving my mind whirling.