Seeking Willow {One Direction Fan Fiction}

Chapter Eight

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CHAPTER EIGHT

(HARRY'S POV)

The bright warmth of the morning sun shined through the blinds in my room, hitting my closed eyelids. If it weren't so early, I would've let out a groan and gotten up to close the damned blinds, but the boys and I were up late the night before so I decided against it. Instead, I turned my body over, shifting away from the sun so it could now hit my bare back. I sunk further into my warm pillow and let out a small, content sigh. I could've fallen right back asleep right then and there, but obviously one obnoxious person downstairs didn't want me to.

"Boys! Get up! You're already late!" I could hear loud footsteps banging against the carpets and hard knuckles banging on my other bandmates doors and screaming. "Louis, I can see you pretending to be asleep! Wake up and get ready!" The voice boomed throughout the flat and since it was so early, I couldn't figure out the victim causing the whole house not to sleep. At this hour, I could care less.

A loud, booming knock hit my door and it swung open, revealing an anxious and impatient Paul. "Harry, wake up and get ready!"

"Get ready for what?" I growled into my pillow, but Paul was already at Liam's door trying to wake the poor sleeping lad. 

Grumbling very pleasant words under my breath, I managed to sleepily throw the warm duvet off of my body and stand up from my comfortable bed that I could've been sleeping in right now, but Paul thought otherwise. As I walked to my closet to get out some clothes, my eyes landed upon my alarm clock on the small table next to my bed. The bright, red electronic numbers read 7:46.

"You have got to be kidding me," I grumbled as I pulled out some trousers.

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I stumbled into the kitchen rubbing my tired eyes that I was trying to manage to keep them open. Already sitting at the table eating cereal was an exhausted Niall and a happy Willow. What amazed me was how someone could be this happy at an early hour like this. Just wait until she grew up and realized the real truth and madness of waking up early.

"Good morning," I mumbled to the both of them, letting out a yawn. 

Niall mumbled a good morning back and Willow smiled brightly back at me. I sent her a smile in return and I could feel my mood brighten up already. Seeing her happy just made me happy.

Just as I was about to grab the box of cereal, Paul rushed in and grabbed it from the counter and put it in one of the cabinets, "No time for cereal boys, we have to leave because we're already late!"

"Late for what?" I asked.

Paul gave me a look as if he were saying 'Please don't tell me you forgot'. My silence in response caused him to let out a frustrated sigh, answering his question that I had totally forgotten whatever we were late for. "Your signing! You have a CD signing downtown at the mall, then a private concert! How could you boys forget? Marco has been reminding you for the past week!"