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Chapter 9.

"That was amazing! I love Chicago!" Niall exclaims as we walk inside of our hotel.

"It was insane! We got another night here too!" Louis agrees and I smile. Chicago was pretty cool and the fans here are actually really nice to me.

"Do you guys want to chill in my room and order some food?" Niall requests and we all give glance at one another before agreeing.

I sit next to Zayn on Niall's bed and the rest of the boys sit on the floor watching some movie that Liam picked out.

"So," Zayn turns to me, "I see you and Harry are getting pretty.. close." Zayn whispers and gives me a smirk. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, we are close. So?" I bite my bottom lip.

He shakes his head, "No, closer than usual." He smiles.

"No. We're the same." I focus my attention on the movie again.

Zayn smiles but doesn't question me any further. Do me and Harry really make it that obvious? If Zayn noticed than what if the fans did as well? I kind of doubt it. Zayn does know us pretty well, and he does pay attention to things like that. Otherwise the other boys would have asked me about it too, so maybe it was only Zayn who noticed.

"What are we eating? I'm starving." Harry whines and leans back onto the bed.

"You want me to go order some pizza?" Niall asks and Harry nods.

"Ew no!" I exclaim and they all give me weird glances.

"Scarlett? Turning pizza down? I didn't even think that was possible.." Louis says and they all chuckle.

"Well me and Liam ate some today so I don't want any right now." I tell them.

"But I do!" Harry argues.

"Why do I care?" I smile.

"Well you should." He smirks and chucks Niall's pillows at me.

Before I could throw them back, I heard Niall scream

"Guys! Stop flirting, I'm trying to order this pizza dammit!" He scolds us and I see Harry shake his head, his cheeks flushing. I can tell mine are the same. To be honest, I hate doing this in front of them, they always stare at us and it ends up being awkward because we all know that we were kind of flirting.

After watching some weird movie on Netflix that I payed no attention to, and ate a slice of pizza, Niall finally kicked us all out so he could sleep. We all returned to our rooms, but Harry came into mine before any of the boys could see him.

"So," I lay next to him on my bed, "Why did you come in here?" I face him.

He smiles, "Well I wanted to be here with you. I think that was obvious." He tells me.

"Of course," I laugh. "Have you um.." I hesitate. "Have you broken up with Macie?" I chew on my bottom lip and wait for his answer.

"Umm, yeah. I-I did." He smiles but I am not too sure if he is telling the truth.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yeah. I did right before the concert. I was going to tell you but I didn't want the boys questioning me about that." He rolls his eyes and gives me a reassuring smile. I smile back and scoot closer to him.

"That's great." I rest my head on his chest. I am extremely tired but I still want to continue talking to Harry while he's here.

"Are you sleepy?" He asks.

"No," I lie.

"Okay. Do you think that we should even tell the guys?" Harry looks down at me.

"Tell them what?" I tease and he rolls his eyes.

"That you are my girlfriend." He smirks and wraps his arm around my waist. I blush but quickly recover.

"I don't know. Do you want to?" I ask.

"Maybe. I think we should tell them, maybe tomorrow." He says.

"What? Tomorrow?" I look up at him.

"Yea, why not?" He asks.

"Isn't that a little too soon?" I question.

"No. I don't think so. I just.. I don't want to hide it from them for too long, you know?" He says and I nod in agreement.

"Then I think we should tell them tomorrow." I agree.

Harry gives me a warm smile and places a small kiss on my lips. I blush like crazy and bury my head in to his neck.

"You're adorable." He laughs and holds me tighter against his body.

"So, tomorrow?" I look up him.

"Yeah." He confirms and I nod.

"What do you think they'll say?" I ask.

He laughs, "They probably saw it coming." He says and I laugh along with him. That is probably true.

"I'm going to go get changed. These clothes are uncomfortable." I laugh and stand up.

"Can you wear my shirt?" Harry asks as I rummage through my suitcase.

"What?" I laugh and look over at him.

"My shirt," He swiftly takes it off, pulling it over his head, "Wear it." He asks, well more like demands.

I stand up and take his plain black shirt from him. "Turn around." I tell him and he only covers his eyes with his hands.

I throw my shirt over my head and quickly put his on before he uncovers his eyes. I peel my leggings off and throw them inside my suitcase, so I am now wearing my panties, a bra, and Harry's shirt. It reaches about mid-thigh.

"Done." I tell Harry and he uncovers his eyes.

"Damn. You look good in my shirt." He smiles and gives me a thumbs up. I laugh and roll my eyes.

"Can I take my pants off?" Harry looks at me.

"What?"

"You know I hate sleeping with clothes on." He whines.

"Ugh, I guess," I groan. "Put you better keep your boxers on. I don't want to see.. yeah." I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Whatever, of course you do, Scarlett." He smirks and takes his pants off.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes and take my bra off from under my shirt. I don't care if he is here, I hate sleeping with a bra on.

Harrys eyes widen, "Umm.." He stares at my bra.

"Calm down. I don't sleep with my bra on," I laugh, "And neither does any other girl, by the way." I finally lay down next to him and rest my head on his chest, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

"This feels.. nice." Harry admits after a moment of silence.

"It does actually." I say and mean it. It really does, it feels natural being like this with Harry, not awkward like I had once assumed it would be.

"Goodnight, Scarlett." Harry voice is low.

"Goodnight." I say and he lazily leans down to give me a real kiss on the lips. I eagerly kiss back.

When we both pull away, I can tell he is sleepy so we decide to call it a night, and I drift off in to sleep listening to the steady beat of Harry's heart beat. Not Harry Styles my best friend, but Harry Styles, my boyfriend.