The Best Week Of My Life

Monday

Harry's POV

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't open my eyes at first. The first thing I noticed was a weight on my chest. I opened my eyes to see Kim, curled up against my side, using my chest as a pillow.I realized I had one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against me. The first thing I thought was 'Wow, I could get used to this', and the second thought was 'If the guys saw this...'. At that point I whipped my head around to see Louis staring at me and Kim, holding his hands over his mouth. Liam and Zayn were also already up, and were watching us with small smiles on their faces. Louis started towards us and I whispered harshly "Don't! You're gonna wake her up!" She groaned and shifted slightly, so that rather than her face being hidden by her hair, I  could see it. Her face was void of it's usual smile; she looked sad while she was sleeping.

I brushed some of her bangs out of her face and wondered what I should do. Should I wake her up, or wait for her to wake up on her own? She didn't give me much of a choice, suddenly opening her eyes and lifting her head. "Oh, god!" she exclaimed, shooting up. "I am so sorry." she said, blushing furiously.

 "So, Kim." Louis started. "Did you and Harry have fun last night?" He was waggling his eyebrows, that perv.

"And Harry." Zayn began. "Going a bit fast, aren't we? You've only known her since Wednesday."

"Shut up." I mumbled blushing. I don't blush!

Kim chose that moment to run out, blushing even worse than me.

As soon as she was gone, they pounced on me.

"So? What happened? Where'd Niall go? And how'd he get replaced by Kim? And how'd you manage to-" Louis started rambling.

"Shut up, Louis. Let him speak. So? How'd that happen?" Liam asked.

"Well, Kim came down after we all feel asleep. Appearently, Emily made her read some fanfiction about us and it was totally depressing. So she woke Niall up and told him to go be boyfriend-like. That's when I woke up and Kim was just sitting there, sobbing. I got her to explain why she was upset, and I gotta say that I don't blame her. That story sounded depressing." I frowned, thinking about what it's be like if that actually happened. I shuddered, and pushed the thought away.

"So?" Zayn prodded.

"So then..." I was blushing too much to continue.

"Yeah?" Louis encouraged.

"Well she was crying! I kinda hugged her and sang to her to calm her down. We ended up falling asleep like that apparently. Nothing happened. Really." I told them when they didn't seem to believe me.

"You've got it bad, don't you?" Louis said, starring at me seriously. It felt weird, unnatural. Louis being serious.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, pretending not to know why. Louis shot me a look and I rolled my eyes back at him.

"So how did telling her how you feel go?" Zayn asked.

I looked away. "It didn't. You saw how embarrassed you guys made her! I'll be lucky if she ever looks me in the eye again." I sighed hopelessly.

"Cheer up, mate. A bit of breakfast ought to make you feel better." Liam said, standing up.

Kim's POV

Oh my God. I kept chanting that to myself as I ran upstairs, my face as red as a tomato. I opened Emily's door and immediately tripped over Niall upon entering.

"What? Huh?" he asked, sitting up. "Ow..." he said, rubbing his leg where I'd accidentally kicked him.

"Sorry!" I apologized, rubbing my knee. "Would you mind giving me a minute with Em? Alone?" I asked. He looked confused but nodded and left. I shut the door and locked it. Then I ran over and pounced onto Emily's sleeping figure. "OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" I yelled.