Irresistible

The-A-Team

I woke up the next morning when Harry's blasted hand bonked me on the nose. "What the fuck?" I muttered, as I rolled over and rubbed my eyes. Harry was yawning and stretching his arms.

"Morning, sunshine," he said with a smile. His face was puffy from the hangover. He looked tired but so cute. "Did you sleep well?"

"I was until you hit me on my nose," I said. I sat up in bed and stretched myself before looking over at Harry, still under the blankets with his eyes closed. "You should get another bed for that other room. So when I do sleepover I can sleep in peace."

"No, I won't do that," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist and scooting me closer. I giggled because I almost fell on top of him. "You're sleeping with me forever."

"Until you get married to Emma and she forbids you to ever see me again."

Harry got quiet and rolled over, sitting up. "Do you want to do anything today?" He picked up his phone from the bedside table and started looking at his new messages. It was half past 11 and almost time for lunch. "Emma wants to see me."

"So then go see her," I said, rolling my eyes as I picked up my own phone. "I think I'm going to go down the hall to see Lou. And then I'm probably heading over to my place. I'll see you later?" I got out of bed and grabbed my dress from last night. I can't believe I had to wear this again. I distinctly remember spilling something down my leg, might have been a drink but it was now making me feel icky.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked getting out of bed as well. I nodded as I walked into the bathroom and changed out of his pajamas. I walked out in last night's dress and Harry started to laugh.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Do you want my sweater? You've got some yellow stains all over," he said. I groaned as I tried to see what it was.

"When did this happen?" I asked. Harry threw his Jack Wills sweatshirt at me and I grabbed it, pulling it on over my head. "Last night must have been absolutely amazing if I have no idea what the fuck happened." Harry and I laughed as he walked me to the door.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked as he against the door.

"No," I shook my head. "Why would I be mad?"

"Because I'm hanging out with Emma and I had to say goodbye all of a sudden," he responded, looking down at his feet.

"Haz, it's fine. Really," I assured him. "She's your girlfriend. You're allowed to hang out with her. I'll see you later, ok?" He nodded as I walked down the hall. I rang Louis' doorbell and waited patiently.

"Love!" Louis said, opening the door with a big, beautiful smile. "How are you?" He took me in a hug and kissed the top of my head.

"I'm doing alright, Lou. How are you?" I asked, stepping inside and walking into his living room where I plopped down on the couch.

"I'm doing smashing, babe," he responded. He was doing something in his kitchen and came back with two cups of coffee. "This can mend our hangovers." I smiled and took my mug from his hand and sipped it. It was heavenly. "Did you have fun with Harry?"

I shook my head. "He knocked out as soon as I got there and now he kicked me out to go see his girlfriend." Yes, I was bitter. But I couldn't tell Harry that. He was going to feel bad all day and it's the same old story every time. So, I just saved the two of us a lot of time by keeping my mouth shut.

"That twat again?" Louis asked, snorting. I started to laugh as I nodded my head. "I don't understand what Harry sees in her. She's gorgeous but an absolute bitch."