Night Changes (H.S. 1D)

Nine:

"So that's how I got interested in becoming a singer." Louis chuckles. He was the last one to tell me about his reasoning, but it kind of reminded me of my own reason. His theatre arts teacher told him he wouldn't and couldn't make it. He proved her wrong.

"Wow. Well, good job, Louis. I am proud of you." I grin. He gives me a shy smile and nods, mumbling a small thanks.

"So . . . what are we doing today?" Liam asks. I guess he went to the store before anyone woke up because when Harry and I walked into the kitchen this morning, the fridge was completely full, and Liam was still busying himself by filling the cabinet with snacks. I grab a piece of bacon and wave it around as I speak.

"We could always watch movies or maybe go hang out at the park or something . . . " I stick the bacon into my mouth and crunch down on it, enjoying the wonderful taste.

"We could . . . " Zayn shrugs. "Or we can go to a movie, instead of sitting at home with a small flat screen." He smiles, looking into my eyes as he speaks.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" I stand up in excitement.

"Let me guess . . . you've never been to a movie theatre before?" Harry crosses his arms, a small smirk resting on his plump, pink lips.

"I have! Just . . . it was before Dad died." I frown. The table goes silent. Their smiles of excitement turn to match my frown of remorse.

"Did you have a normal life, then?" Louis asks. My eyebrows furrow.

"Well, I guess it was more normal than now, or . . . before I was kidnapped." I giggle, shoving Harry's shoulder and lifting the mood in the process.

"Hey, its not kidnapping if you came willingly." He winks at me. I roll my eyes and ignore the swirling feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I didn't come willingly . . . at first. I guess you just gave me Stockholm Syndrome." I cross my arms and they all begin laughing. Like really loud, hysterical laughter. "What did I say?" I cross my arms.

Harry begins singing some lyrics and I gape at his beautiful voice. "Who's that shadow holding me hostage? I've been here, for days . . . Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?" They all begin singing a bunch of lyrics and I don't understand until I hear a certain line.

"I know they'll be coming to find me soon . . . But my Stockholm syndrome is in your room. Yeah, I fell for you!" I laugh and nod, now understanding.

"That's cool. Who's song is that? You guys seemed to cover it really well."

"That's our song, Maleah." Liam chuckles. My eyes widen.

"Oh." I furrow my eyebrows in thought. Why would they write a song about being stuck and kidnapped but liking it in the end?

"Oh my gosh!" I jump up, realizing the date and time. It's the first of December. "I have a doctor's appointment today." I stand up and run a hand through my hair.

"Well I can just take you." Harry says, also standing. I frown and shake my head, biting my lip.

"No . . . " I frown. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'll just miss it." I smile and stand up. But it is hard to make it reach my eyes. That doctor's appointment is really important . . . I'm not supposed to miss it. It's supposed to tell me something important, but they won't tell me over the phone.

"Why not?" He frowns. I shrug.

"You won't be able to go in with me." I shrug.

"That's fine. Your health comes first. Let's go." He stands and grabs his keys off the counter.

"Harry, we won't make it in time. It already started and it takes forever to get to London from here." I explain.

"London?" He and Liam both ask.

"Yeah . . . ?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Why is your doctor all the way in London? There's perfectly good doctors in Holmes Chapel." Harry's eyebrows furrow so far, it's hard to see his eyes.

"It's a specialist. My mom is paranoid, so she gets me a really expensive doctor to make sure I'm still 100% healthy." I lie. I've actually got breathing problems, so she got me a specialist to check out my lungs. I'm pretty sure its just athsma.

"Oh. Okay. That makes sense." They nod. I sigh a breath of relief and smile softly. Harry puts his keys down and watches me warily. He knows something is up. I turn and leave the room, not expecting anyone to follow me.

I walk to the bathroom and begin splashing some water on my face to calm my nerves. I reach for the towel that hangs on the wall so that I can dry my face, but it's gone. I reach a bit further and a smooth cloth comes in contact with my fingers. I turn and blindly pull on it, gasping when I realize it's a shirt, and the person slams into my chest.

"Geez, if you want me so close, you just have to ask." Harry chuckles. I frown and use his shirt as a towel. When I open my eyes, I see it hanging over his shoulder.

"What's the fun in asking?" I blush, biting my lip to keep from smiling too big. He smirks and grabs my hips, lifting me up and placing me on the counter. My stomach flutters with a strong dizzying feeling, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks.

"Well, it's kind of rude to tease." He keeps his smirk resting on his lips.

"Tease?" I frown. I don't know what he means by tease. "What do you mean by tease?"

He chuckles and leans down, his lips resting just beside my ear, his hot breath falling down my neck, giving me goosebumps. "You're so innocent." He says softly, and I gasp as I feel one of his fingers trail from my hip to my thigh. He holds me still as I squirm, and traces a pattern on my leg. My heart speeds up and I know he can feel it by the way he pulls away, still smirking. He knows what he's doing to me.

I'm at a loss for words as he stares into my eyes. His hand begins tracing circles into my hip, and his right slides back up to my other hip and glides underneath my shirt, his hot hand resting on my bare stomach, making me jump. His hand slides over my my ribs and rests on my back. How come I'm feeling this way?

"H-Harry." I rest my hands on his chest.

"Yes?" His voice seems somehow deeper.

"I- I . . . um . . . "

"That's what teasing is, baby." He winks at me, and pulls away. I watch as he slips off his shirt and my eyes widen at the sight of his abs, and the tattoos that litter them. It's so hot. I unintentionally lick my lips and stand to my feet, trying not to stare. I can't help but hope he'll 'tease' me again.