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Sorry this is so ridiculously late, year 10 is a bitch and any free time is used up dealing with drama and "we'll be together for Christmas" bull from my friend and her supposed lover! Anyway back to the story...... SHE REALLY DOES PISS ME OFF THOUGH!

Our limbs were tangled and we were lying in the middle of the bed uncovered and naked. You couldn't fit a piece of paper between us. I opened my eyes and scanned the room for a clock. I didn't want to move in fear of waking Harry. He was so peaceful and every bit of fear had drained from his body and the colour had returned to skin. He looked well. I gently pressed the lock bottom on Harry's phone and the screen lit up showing a picture of him and a girl with long peach hair. I recognised her, it was Gemma. Seeing how happy he looked with her made me wonder about his past. He twisted slightly within my hold and opened his eyes "what's the time" he murmured. My gaze flicked from the picture to the time at the top "3pm" I placed the phone down and peeled away from Harry "don't leave me" slipped from his lips with a great urgency and the panic returned to his eyes. I fell back lying on my back feeling exposed and cold. I pulled Harry's t-shirt over my head and it rested just above my knees. I inhaled his musky scent and ran my hands through my loose curls "Harry" he hummed in reply "can I leave you for a minute to get changed?" He hesitated "yeah" he almost whispered staring down at the sheets where I was once laying. I slipped on my knickers and pulled Harry's top over my head dropping it on the floor. I grabbed my bra from the bed struggling to secure it "let me" Harry spoke sitting up and taking each side of the fabric from my hands. He fastened it with ease and left a kiss on the back of my neck. I shivered as he pulled away fanning his warm breath across the shoulders. I found my large jumper under a pile of other clothes I pulled the fabric onto my body. It fell just above my thighs. I pulled my skinny jeans up my legs struggling to pull them over my chunky thighs and surrendering to the skinny jeans dance causing Harry to burst out laughing. "Shut it curly just cos you have legs like bloody bean poles" Harry continued to chortle at my battle with said jeans so I turned around and hit him straight in the balls with the end of my belt. He screamed out in pain and crumpled in half rocking slightly. It was my turn to make fun this time as I watched this fully grown man wailing like a baby. "Aww curly" I mocked he looked up at me "kiss it better?" He pouted and cooed like he was 5 "haha in your dreams you little pervert!" I almost shouted. "YES, FUCK YES!" I screamed As my jeans finally slipped over my bum and I fastened the button "Chesca" Harry groaned rubbing his head which I was helping with my screaming. I jumped on top of him and we started to play fight as I tried to dress him "common curly do it for me" I begged tying to pull his t-shirt over his head "not yet baby" he teased. He groaned again as I wriggled onto a soft spot of his. "There?" I teased pressing down again. He gulped nodding frantically "nope" I teased running a finger down his chest and I got off the bed having succeeded in my quest to get him dressed. He faked a groan and pouted as I pulled him upright into a hug. I hummed in approval as his warmth wrapped around me but our embrace was broken by a knock on the door. "Are you guys having sexy time or something cos it's sure sounds like it" Niall's voice questioned "no Niall you can come in" the door creaked open slowly and Niall was relived to find the pair of us fully clothed "so if you weren't having sex why were you shouting and groaning and why the hell did you shout yes, fuck yes" he said shooting a suspicious look in my direction " oh that was me trying to get my jeans on" Harry slapped my ass to indicate how tight they were "when I finally got them on after about 10 minutes I was pleased with my self hence the yes fu..."

"Yeah yeah ok I get it" there was an awkward pause before anyone spoke again "yeah,so,anyway yeah I came to tell you that Georgie's dad is ready to take Harry home" Niall stuttered rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand walking out and pulling the door gently shut. Harry slumped onto the bed "c'mon curly you've got to go" I stopped him from falling backwards "come with me" he pulled me onto his laps "I still need my nurse just incase I take a turn for the worst" he purred. I kissed his cheek "okay" I whispered kissing his cheek again before bouncing up and pulling him back onto his feet again. He opened the heavy wooden door "ladies first" I stepped in front and he smacked my ass as he followed me through into the hall way "how'd I guess you were gunna do that?" I questioned acting like I was 7 "I have no idea!" Harry laughed a little over enthusiastically. Georgie's dad was waiting at the bottom of the stairs "morning all" he greeted guiding us to Harry's car waiting outside the front door. We climbed in the back and Harry's hand found it's way to the familiar place on my thigh "please don't throw up again baby" I joked. He chuckled "I'll try not to" as I rested my head on his shoulder "where do you live- you never told me" I lifted my head a little "oh near the royal Albert hall so like Piccadilly" his words came as no surprise,the rich and famous people with shed loads of money lived there "nice". What the hell did I just say 'nice' bloody hell what kinda word is 'nice'! Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

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Harry's big black land rover pulled up out side a tall block of flats with a completely glass front "were do I park her Harry mate?" Georgie's dad Will called from the drivers seat "pull down the slope and there's a multi story Will" the car hummed as Will pulled away and the car slipped down the ramp towards the metal gates of the underground car park and the barrier lifted to let us through. We pulled into a space near the back and the roar of the engine stopped "thanks mate" Harry gave Will a 'man hug' *gags* and takes the keys from him, Will turned to me "I'll get a taxi" his face showed I answered his question and he nodded in approval as he made his way to the exit waving as he went. Harry took my small hand in his and guided me towards the stair case leading to the lift. The metallic doors slid open and we stepped inside, Harry pressed the highest floor number and the door slid closed and we made our accent to his apartment "thanks for staying with me" he almost whispered. I squeezed his hand before turning and pecking him on the nose with a small kiss. The lift gradually stopped, something I was grateful for I hate lifts. The doors opened again only to reveal a flight of stairs "the lift doesn't go right to my place we have to walk from here" I nodded as we jogged up the concrete steps to a navy shiny painted door that didn't have a number on it. Harry pulled the keys from his pocket and kicked the wood open "taaadahhhhh" he slid along the vinyl raising his Arms to indicate the sheer side of the open plan living space. I giggled at his camp expression and kicked the door closed with my foot, I slipped my coat of a hung it from the coat hook before following Harry into the light and airy space. Before I turned the corner into the living room Harry cupped his hands over his eyes "be prepared to be amazed!" He boomed as he guided me across the floor, one we stooped he began his countdown- on one he took his hands away unveiled the view across the city. It took my breath away; The low winter sun in the sky cast a golden glow across the land "it's beautiful Harry" I whispered as his strong arms snaked around my waist "and it's all mine" his voice tickled behind my ear coaxing a reaction and a satisfied chuckled escaped his lips as I shivered slight and throwing my head back on his shoulder. "Drink?" He questioned snapping out of our trance, I hummed in reply "wine?" I perked up- alcohol! Finally! Hallilyuha! "Something more manly?" I questioned following him the the tall fridge freezer "cider manly enough for you m'am" he chuckled "sure thang just give me the bottle!" I slapped my thigh as I grabbed the open bottle from Harry's kitchen counter and waltz back to the sofa where he scooted up beside me with a cup of tea "calm down grandma" I chortled flicking my bottle in the direction of his warm mug "piss off I'm ill" he scowled stretching the length of his body along the sofa and I cradled his torso in between the curve of my scrunched body. I kissed his cheek "ewwww alcohol breath" he scoffed playfully pushing me away "oh well sorry dearest but you screwed my big night up by chucking your guts over the pavement" Harry chuckled "you're 17 Chesca" he sounded like my mum "fooking ell Curly I'm not an alcoholic" i necked a good deal of my bottle before turning my attention back to Harry who was quieter than usual "someone's tried" I cooed stroking his hair back "I feel pretty shit as well" silence fell over us and I gazed out across the city that was being engulfed by the pink sunset. Harry was fast asleep in my arms and my bottle had been empty of liquid for around and hour now. I completely lost track of time and when I unlocked my phone it was 9pm. I cursed under my breath and assessed my situation. I teased myself from beneath Harry and quietly padded across the cold floor to the kitchen but I was stopped in my tracks by Harry's husky voice. I groaned quietly and ran both hands through my long tangled hair realising I'd failed my plans of a quick and easy dash home. "Ch-Chesca w-where are you" his voice was muffled by the blanket I draped over him but still he didn't stir "don't make me be alone" his words were somewhat heart wrenching but I didn't have time to comfort him considering it was the time was now pushing 9.40pm. I walked hastily back over to the mumbling boy on the sofa only to find he was still fast asleep and must have been dreaming. I kissed him softly on his forehead "Harry sweetie wake up" his long eyelashes fluttered and his emerald eyes opened "I have to go" I insisted stroking his hair back off his face "NO" he almost shouted in panic bolting upright "I I mean no please don't go" he dropped his head "Harry it's late" I turned away but he grabbed my wrist "stay" he almost begged "stay the night with me" I rolled my eyes and dropped my head before turning back to face him "ok but only tonight and only if I can have another cider" I grabbed my phone and sent Georgie a *sorry not coming home I'm with Harry* text and her sending back a *have fun-stay safe* text before I found myself in a rather steamy situation with this rather lovely Cheshire boy.