The Second Time Around

Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight (Lucy’s Perspective)

Harry stands outside of my bunk. I beckon him to come inside with me, but he refuses. He holds his hand out and I take it. He pulls me out of the bunk and goes to lie down on his back. He reaches out and grips the back of my knee, tugging me towards him. I get the hint and climb in with him, getting comfortable in my now-favorite way to lay with him. I rest my cheek against the hollow just below his sternum and rest my body between his thighs. It’s nice having them on either side of me. Not in a sexual way, but in a protective way. Like they’re making a barrier of some sort that keeps me safe from whatever is around us. His hands make their way into my hair and he runs his fingers through the locks gently. Before I know it, I’m fast asleep.

“Luce, love, wake up,” A familiar raspy voice whispers. I crack my eyes open slightly and allow myself to wake up completely. Curls are tickling my neck. But I don’t have curly hair. I move my head away and I find myself quite literally hugging Harry’s head to my chest like a pillow. I release him quickly and feel a blush spread to my cheeks. His face is becoming more and more acquainted with my boobs every day, it seems.

“Sorry,” I mumble, pushing myself up on my elbows.

“Don’t be,” He replies, grinning cheekily.

“How long were you awake?” I ask, rolling my eyes.

“Not long,” He promises. I nod, trusting him. I draw the curtain back to allow light to illuminate the inside of my bunk so I could see him properly. His hair was completely tousled, and it honestly looked like sex hair. There was no other way to describe it.

“You look like you have sex hair,” I say, laughing at his dazed expression from his sleepy state. The right side of his mouth tugs up in a half-grin and he blinks sleepily. I allow myself to fall back onto him. I smooth the curls from his forehead and press a kiss to the smooth skin. I rest mine against his, and for the first time since Louis and Liam and I’s talk, I find myself struggling with the fact that I love Harry and he might not love me back. Sure, he loves me, but he doesn’t love me the same way I love him. At least I don’t think he does. But I pray he does. I close my eyes, forehead still pressed to his.

“Open your eyes, love,” He whispers. I do, and he smiles. His green eyes sparkle and lock with mine and I find myself unable to look away. “They’re too pretty to hide.” I immediately feel my cheeks grow a few degrees warmer.

Just then, the bus comes to a stop. I hear the other boys all getting out of their bunks and I push myself off of Harry’s warm body. I follow them off of the bus, and into the back doors of the building that we’re parked behind. I assume it’s the radio station that the boys are being interviewed at soon.

Once we step inside, my assumptions are proven correct. We’re greeted by a rather peppy girl, who looks to be in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair is cut short and her lips pop with a bright shade of red. Her smile is contagious as she says hello to us.

“Hi, everyone! I’m Jax, one of the hosts here! You’re scheduled to be on air in about…” She trails, glancing at her watch. “Thirty minutes! Want me to show you all around?” They all agree and we follow her around the studio, getting a tour of the various rooms. The room where the microphones and sound equipment are held is rather spacious, with a long table and five microphones set up on one side and two more set up a short distance across the room. One of the two separate ones is occupied by a very nice-looking man. He waved excitedly when he saw us, removing the headphones from his head.