Suicidal **CURRENTLY EDITING**

Chapter 2

I don't remember falling asleep. I hear voices and I think someone is touching me. I can't open my eyes, but they feel heavy enough that I don't want to bother trying.

I can't remember setting my alarm, but now the side of my body is cold and the soft material below me is moving.

I groan and roll onto my stomach, burying my face in my arms.

The voices are still talking and they get louder when I finally decide to look around.

The room is dark, but to my right, there is ribbons of light incandescing through a crack in the white curtains. I don't look directly at it, but my eyelids are still lethargic and I try to wipe the sleep away with my hands.

"Told you so." Harry's rough morning voice rings in my ears and I can't remember the last time I heard it like this. "We didn't mean to wake you."

I look over at him as he sits beside me in his hotel bedroom. Louis stands off to the side, a wild grin spread across his face. I feel myself begin to blush as I look back to Harry and his bare chest.

"Please tell me you have pants on." I laugh, covering my face as I begin to wonder if we slept like this last night.

"Like you'd mind..." He teases and I roll my eyes. I'm a little surprised to see him in clothing when he stands up. He sleeps naked too often for me to think different, but I don't see why he'd get in the same bed as me without at least some underwear.

"You should have woken me last night." I tell him, running my fingers through my knotty hair. It's too thick to tame it properly and the curls are probably out of control. I'm sure either of them won't mind. "I could have gone back to my room."

"I don't think it's a big deal. Harry likes cuddling." Louis smirks and I laugh, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. I push the image of his arms around me away before I can blush and make the situation worse.

"Don't you two have somewhere to be?" I ask, though I should be the one getting back to my own room to get some work done.

"Yes. Which is why I'm here." Louis tells me and leans against the wall. "And you two looked very cute sleeping together, but I was told to come get him so we aren't late."

I mock-laugh and they both smile at me.

"Are you going to come to the interview?" He asks and I remember that I could have showed up if I wanted, but I don't really see why they would need me. The band barely gets their pictures taken when they go to interviews, so I don't want people to think I'm around too much when they see me with Harry.

"I wasn't really planning on it." I say, standing to my feet. I notice I only have one sock on and begin to look around in the blankets for it.

"Are you busy today? You can come if you want." He suggests and I can almost hear Louis rolling his eyes and laughing at us. I'm not sure it's a benefit that I can go anywhere Harry wants me to, but I'm definitely sure there's people we work with that hate me for it.

"Do you think Debra gets jealous that you get to go wherever you want around us?" Louis asks and I laugh at the idea. I don't doubt that she might be, especially when I think about the way she acts around any of them, especially Harry.

"I think so," I joke, folding the blankets over to find my sock had been tucked away underneath. "She might have posters of you all at home on her walls and one of me on a dartboard."

He laughs at my small joke and Harry grins as he pulls a white shirt over his tattooed torso. I have to force my eyes away.

"But I actually have a few things to catch up on for the next few days, so I should probably shouldn't be out having fun." I tell him, sliding the sock back on my bare foot.