The Boyfriend

The Party (Harry)

"Babe! It's time to get up, or we'll miss Louis's party!" I rolled over and pulled the blankets over my head.

"I'm not getting up. Christmas is tomorrow, why can't we just celebrate it with him?" I mumbled. Somebody snatched the blanket from me and I clawed after it. "I'm cold..."

A wide, boyish grin spread across his face. "Then get dressed!" He eyed my tank top and shorts that I almost always slept in. "But you do look cute in that."

I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thanks. It's way too cold for this though."

"My loss. So what are you gonna wear?" he asked.

"Is the party fancy or not?"

"Really? It's Louis. I don't think he's going to get out of his Superman pajamas."

"Right... my black jeans and that fuzzy sweater- sorry, jumper- you got me for my birthday." I kissed his nose and got the outfit from my closet. "Go, I've got to shower."

"Aw, come on," he said, grinning again.

I pointed out the bedroom door. "Go." He stuck out his bottom lip and looked at me pleadingly but I turned away.

"Okay..." he whined, dragging his feet. I rolled my eyes and, laughing, closed the door. I undressed and turned on the shower. After it was hot, I got in and washed up.

I wrapped a towel around my body and walked out into the bedroom. I scanned the room, but my clothes were gone. No surprise there.

"Harry!" I yelled. "Bring my clothes back now!" He peered sheepishly from around the door. I held my hand out.

"But... but..." Harry stuttered. His wide eyes grew even wider, but he tossed the clothes into my hand.

Thanks, babe!" I said. He backed out and closed the door. I quickly dressed so I would have time to blow dry and curl my hair. When I had only a few clumps of hair left to curl, Harry appeared in the doorway.

"Come on, K. Louis will be waiting." He gently touched a curl. I swatted his hand away and finished with my hair.

"You did get his card, right?" I asked, taking both of his hands.

"Sure did. I think it's on the kitchen table," Harry said thoughtfully.

I smiled devilishly. "Race ya." I tore off down the hall.

"No, come on!" he complained, taking off after me. I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the envelope. Suddenly, a pair of arms lifted me up and swooped me into the air. I squealed with delight and wrapped my arms around his. He set me down and waved something in front of my nose.

"Hey, not fair!" I said. He had taken the card from me!

Harry shrugged and ran his hand through his thick brown curly hair. "I've known him longer."

I tried to grab the card, but Harry dangled it above me, just out of my reach. "But he likes me better."

He grabbed my hand. "Obviously. But he can never LOVE you like I do." He kissed me and grabbed the keys to our London flat. "Let's go, before it gets too cold. We're taking a taxi."

"Okay, sure." We locked the door and headed into the brisk air. Harry hailed a taxi and we got into the black car. He told the driver the address and we sped away. I cuddled up to Harry and he wrapped his arm around me. We sat quietly for a while, until the cabbie broke the silence.

"I'm sorry, son. I have a daughter and you look just like that boy Harry on her posters. The group's name is- oh, dear, what was it again?- I believe it's One Direction?" he said.