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Chapter 15

  I wake up to the feeling of Harry getting out of bed, along with the absence of his warmth and the comfort he brings me. I slowly turn around to watch him, sleep begging to take over. He notices my movement and turns to look at me. I watch as a smile forms on his lips and his vibrant green eyes seem to light up despite how early in the morning it is. I feel a sense of pride knowing that maybe I was the cause of those eyes lighting up and that dimple forming on his cheek. I smile back at him as he walks over to the window and opens the curtains, nearly blinding me. I groan and curl back under the covers to avoid any sort of responsibility I could be assigned today.

  Suddenly, I remember the events of last night and the offer that Harry had made. It was a good one, and hard to turn down. I mean how could I? I would be getting a day off of work and spending it with the gloriousness that is Harry Styles. But along with with the memory of his offer, came the memory of my nightmare. It took me by surprise, considering I hadn't had a nightmare in so long. The fact that it was about Harry made it even more alarming, if anything I would've thought it'd be about being so far from home. I'm just glad it's over now and hopefully I can move past it.

"Did you sleep well?" Harry asks from the chair near the window.

"Considering a large portion of my night was 'interrupted' you could say, yeah. And you?"

"I slept like a baby. Might've been because you were with me though" he says with a grin.

"Is this your way of flirting or something? 'Cause that was really cheesy" I retort.

"I'm a big fan of cheesy. Makes for a great laugh"

"Could you get any more...hmm how do I put it-"

"Attractive? Hot? Perfect?" He suggests.

"I was going to say dimensional, but all those work too" I shrug.

  After a few minutes, I finally find the strength to sit up and get out of bed. I walk to my suitcase and grab some clothes before heading to the bathroom to change. I'm usually comfortable changing in front of people, but it's usually close friends. Harry just makes me nervous and self conscious about looking good enough for him. He's shown some interest in me, but I'm just afraid he'll realize I'm not like the perfectly thin models he's probably used to and he'll kick me to the curb. I know I should make an attempt to seem more approachable and open to him, but that doesn't come to easily to me. I'd rather just stay in my shell sometimes and stick to comfort rather than face uncertainty in the outside world.

  I throw on some jeans and a comfy gray sweatshirt, nothing to fancy. I look in the mirror and gasp softly as I realize this is what I looked like. My hair is unruly and my face needs some help. I quickly fix myself up and just put my hair up into a messy bun. Surprisingly, it came out somewhat perfect even though I can never master any hairstyle. I quickly brush my teeth before going back out to face the beautiful man sitting in my hotel chair.

As I open the bathroom door, I see Harry crouching down slightly to read a little note next to the coffee machine. As soon as he hears me he turns to look at me, a guilty expression plastered on his face. I look at him questioningly and he starts to look nervous, the witty man from before slowly disappearing.

"Oh I was just reading the hotel note. They gave you some black tea. I didn't mean to be snooping around. I should've just stayed put. Sorry" he confesses. He still looks frightened, as if he was caught in the middle of a serious crime of some sort. I laugh lightly and he finally seems to loosen up again.

I put my dirty clothes away and sit on the bed, not knowing what to do. It was weird not having to dress up and answer to Jeremy like most days. While I was in the bathroom, I decided to accept Harry's offer and be spontaneous for once, something I rarely did.