...But You Don't Notice at All. (One Direction)

Good Morining, Darling

I awoke gently, and blinked a few times to clear my vision. In front of me was another queen bed with a bathroom nearby. The door out was in my view, with the dead-bolt locked. That way, even someone with a key couldn't get in. Maybe Blair and Louis should've thought about that. I shivered slightly at the thought of the two of them sneaking around together.

"You cold?" I heard a drowsy sounding deep voice behind me and I came to full recollection of the entire evening. I actually am freezing, and my head hurts like hell.

"Mm," I smiled turning around to face him, "yeah, I think I'm going to need you a bit closer,". He smiled at me, and my heart leap in a way only Harry can.

"That won't be a problem at all," he wrapped his hand around my side and guided me closer. He pressed his lips to mine, and cupped my cheek in his hand. I draped my bare leg over his legs. He began to turn over sit up so I could straddle him. I ran my fingers through his hair as he held me firmly at the waist. He smiled mischievously and flipped me over, so I laid on my back with him on top of me. I laughed while his kissed up and down my neck.

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON!! THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE!!"

"Shit" I said, reluctantly moving away from Harry to pick up my ringing phone. Caller ID said Blair. "Well, if it isn't the girl who made out with Louis Tomlinson," I teased.

Harry moved across the bed to sit next to me. He pressed his ear to the phone so he could hear the conversation. He wrapped his arm around the waist and I subconsciously leaned toward him.

"You're one to talk," Blair mumbled, "do you two have any idea what time it is? Ten thirty seven! You were supposed to be here at ten!"

"First of all, who says I'm with Harry?" I said defensively.

"Are you serious Kat?" I could almost hear her rolling her eyes, "I can hear Harry's breathing through the phone,". Harry silently adjusted his head so his mouth wasn't near the receiver.

"Touché," I joked, "but where do we even need to be,"

"Try practicing on the stage you have a show on tonight," she said impatiently.

"Hum," I said. Harry had adjusted his position and I could now fell his breathing down my neck. I shivered slightly, and harry pressed his lips softly to my cheek.

"Kat! Are you even listening to me?" Blair's voice rang through the phone.

"Mm, yeah, stage, show, concert," I murmured as Harry's lips moved closer to mine, "I'll be there in like a half hour,"

"KAT!"

I hung up the phone and turned toward Harry, "you impatient son of a bitch" I breathed pressing my lips to his.

Harry's lips smiled against mine as he drew me closer to him.

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON! THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE!"

"Son of a bitch," I mumbled hitting my phone that was lying on the bed next to us.

"That'll definitely make it stop," Harry snickered. He glanced over at my phone, "it's Louis,"

I grabbed my phone and answered it, "seriously, Lou? Are you trying to ruin my life,"

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're hungover," Louis snickered from the other end.

"Not funny," I said remembering the steady pain in my head.

"Alright, Katherine, here's the deal: you two have twenty minuites to finish whatever the hell you've been doing all night...so each other...score one for Louis,"