One Direction Dating Scenarios

Harry - Like Titanic (Chapter 6)

Harry seems to look ten years younger when he sleeps. You’ve never really noticed.

You’ve been studying his face over and over for almost an hour, finding a new feature every time.

You lightly trace little hearts on his cheek with your finger, stopping at the freckle by his mouth. Your eyes stay on his parted lips—you can feel his warm breath on your fingertips—as you imagine never being able to touch them again. Maybe it would be…better that way.

‘You don’t have to think like that,’ a small voice in your head says.

‘Yes. You do,’ an even bigger voice argues. You groan and rub your temples, tired of fighting with yourself on this. You don’t know which side to choose. It’s making your brain feel so messed up, it’s as if you were the one who got hit with the bottle.

Harry opens one eye and smiles, grabbing your hand. “I didn’t ask you to stop.”

You return the smile and outline another heart on his nose. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I don’t forgive you.” He gets an evil twinkle in his eyes. “I’ll have to ask you to accept your punishment.” He yanks you down, making you fall next to him on the bed. You’d think you’d be tired of him always snatching you like that, but in truth, it never fails to take your breath away.  

He showers your neck with kisses and despite all that’s been going on, you giggle like a little girl at his touch. “Stop it, you’re gonna get me kicked out.”

“Make me,” he murmurs in your ear. ‘Crap, why does he have to do that?’ you think. But you just close your eyes, reveling in / losing yourself in the sound of his velvety voice.

“Well, it looks like you’re feeling better.” You both turn to the voice in the doorway to see Liam watching you, one eyebrow raised.

You shake Harry off you and roll out of the bed, making Harry slump back into his pillow with a huff. “Dammit, Liam,” he says. “You couldn’t have walked in five minutes later?”

Liam shakes his head, but can’t help grinning. “No. Anyway, it’s good to see you’re back to your old self. Both of you,” he says, eyeing you. “But, uh, sorry to rain on your parade. We’re gonna have to leave for the night. Visiting hours are over.”

Suddenly the devilish look that had been on Harry’s face only moments ago drains out and is replaced with sheer panic. “Wait, y-you’re leaving?”

His grip on your wrist is starting to hurt, but you don’t pull away.

“It’s all right, we’ll bring her back the second we can, buddy,” Liam reassures him.

“Yeah,” you feign a smile. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Please stay with me,” he says, echoing his words before passing out on the tour bus. God, you don’t want to think about that right now.

“I’m not sure if I can. They told us only family is allowed—” You reluctantly try to release his hold on you which only makes him more frantic.

“Baby, please. I know it’s dumb but I need you here.”

“Harry, you’ll be fine, I promise.”

‘It’s not me I’m worried about...’ he thinks. He knows you don’t want to leave, but it’s not enough for him. He doesn’t feel right having you out of his sight. All he can think about are the idiots who ganged up on you. “Please?”

You look at him sadly then turn to Liam, desperate. It isn’t right. You should be as far away from him as possible.

“No worries,” Liam says. “I’ll, uh, talk to the nurse. Just stay with him.”