It all started with one concert. Tabatha and her best friend Britt didn't know that one concert would change their lives forever. After meeting One Direction, this leads to them dating and even moving to London. However, drama always happens when da...
I woke up to some Irish step-music playing outside. I looked at the clock which read 8am, groaned, rolled back over, and snuggled into Harry. Five minutes later our room door swung open and Niall came yelling into the room.
"Oi! Get your lazy arses up! We have some partying and drinking to do!"
He was already dressed for the day wearing jeans and shirt which read 'Irish as Fuck'. In his hands were two pints of green beer.
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"Niall, it's eight and you're already drinking?" I mumbled.
"Not yet I'm not. I went and got us some to share while getting dressed, so you need to get up!"
Britt groaned. "Babe, any other day your sleeping until noon and now you want to get up early!?"
"Yep, it's a great day, and we're going to party. Now get up. My family will be here in an hour and a half."
I sat up and looked over at Harry who was still out. I shook him, and he groaned but stayed asleep. I knew one way of waking him, but I doubt Niall and Britt wanted to see me give him a blowjob. I leaned over to his ear.
"Babe, wake up. Time to party."
He groaned at me again.
"Fine, I was hoping you'd shower with me but..."
He shot up from the pillow.
"I'm up, I'm up."
Niall looked over and raised his eyebrows.
"How'd you get him up?"
"I told him he could shower with me, so don't worry if you hear something coming from the bathroom." I shrugged.
"Ugh didn't want to hear that."
Harry and I headed to the bathroom and stepped into the hot shower.
"So, what do I get for waking up?" Harry smirked, pulling me to him.
"Who said you get anything? I said you could take a shower with me." I had the most serious face.
He looked me up and down and licked his lips before pushing me back against the shower wall and lifts my hands over my head.
"Harry," I squealed.
"Now, what do I get?"
I stared into his green eyes and smiled. "Kiss me."
He brought his lips to mine. It was slow at first but quickly heated up. He let go of my hands and they went straight to his hair. Leaning into me, his hands went to my ass where he squeezed and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled back from kissing me.
