Rule Number One

Chapter Twenty One- Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Brooklyn's POV-

We ended up watching reruns of Lost the entire night since Harry had asked if I just wanted to spend the night. I had accepted, even though I was a bit weary about the papparazzi's reaction to me staying overnight. Harry still seemed slightly upset and I couldn't just leave him like that. And honeslty I was hoping that if I stayed the night Harry and I might finally come into terms with our feelings, which didn't happen obviously.

At around three in the morning I passed out on the couch still wrapped up in Harry's arms. It was honestly the best sleep I had, had in a while. Harry was like a warm blanket that made me feel at ease. I felt so at peace with him. I just wished it could be like this all the time.

Before he left he had talked a little about me coming on tour with him and I wanted more than anything for him to bring it up again. I missed the rest of the boys, who were away currently spending with there family and friends. I missed hearing them sing, even though I wouldn't admit to the fact I had started to really like there songs. I missed them teasing about Harry and I's relationship. But the thing I missed the most was I missed knowing that Harry wanted me just as much as I did because now I realized that most likely Harry just thought of me as a really close friend.

He could have any girl. He could be dating a super model or an international popstar. Why on earth would he ever want a girl like me. I mean I know I wasn't ugly but I wasn't expeptionally pretty. Besides dancing I really didn't have many talents. I was loud, clumbsy, and didn't have a filter on anything I said. I was just a college girl who moved her from a small town in Wisconsin. Honestly, I probably should feel lucky that Harry even considered me his friend. I knew millions of girls would die to be in the position I was in, but it hurt a lot to look at him and realize he would never be mine again.

It's not that he was mine really in the first place. I mean I know he obviously liked me but it wasn't like we were official or anything. I don't even know how to really label a relationship like we had. We were more than friends but we weren't exactly dating. God, why does everything with Harry have to be so confusing?

I rememeber several nights where I would just lay in bed trying not to cry over the fact that I had lost my heart to Harry. I tried to forget how I felt about him, breaking the promise I made him, but I couldn't do it. To be honest I didn't even regret it one bit. If I could I would do it all over again just so I could have those few blissful moments with Harry all over again.

I know I shouldn't be thinking about it this much. I was always pissed me off in movies whenever the girl sat around a moaned about her lost love, and I knew I was being a bit of a hypocrite. It was just so damn hard when that stupid boy had complete and utter control over my entire heart.

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I woke up the next morning on the couch with a blanket wrapped around me. Harry had placed it over me in my sleep and my heart warmed at the thought of him doing that. I sat up rubbing my eyes and looking around the sitting room.

Harry's hotel room itself was huge. There was a massive bedroom for Harry, a living room (where I currently was) and then down a short hallway was a kitchen and a tiny little dinning room. There even was a deck to admire the view of the beautiful city below. I mindlessly wondered what a place like this would cost. Only someone like Harry could probably afford such a room.

I heard the sound of a pan dropping in the kitchen and I got up from the couch. Harry was probably in there so I headed over to where he was. As I entered my heart pounded at the sight of him. His plaid pajama bottoms were hung low and I could see his black boxers under them. His hair was ruffled and crazy from sleeping on it (my favorite of Harry's many hairstyles) and his toned arms were holding a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip pancakes. He looked hot.