Chances (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 13

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Songs: 

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Superstar by Taylor Swift

Ours by Taylor Swift

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Chapter 13

HARRY’S POV

            Catherine’s arms were still wrapped around my waist. Her breathing was slow and soft, but I was fascinated by her, even when she was sleeping. Her eyelids would flutter slightly, indicating that she was dreaming. I could only hope it was about me. That was selfish, but I hoped she thought of me as much as I thought about her, which was all the fucking time.

            Family Guy was flashing on the television screen, but I wasn’t paying any attention. My fingers were intertwined in Catherine’s long hair. Her lips were slightly parted, making the urge to kiss her even harder to resist. She softly scooted in closer to me, holding me even tighter. I turned the TV off along with the bedside lamp. I lifted her arms softly, scooting down so I was lying directly next to her. She stirred only slightly, turning over and facing the wall. I slid my arms around her small waist, her shirt riding up a little revealing her warm skin. I pulled her body closer to mine and drifted off.

CATHERINE’S POV

            I woke up to a soft knock at the door. I turned over to see Harry was still asleep, snoring softly. I peeled his arms from around my waist doing my best not to wake him. He shifted and was back to being sound asleep. I checked the peep hole before opening the door to Jane. She looked exhausted.

            “Hey,” I whispered.

            “Why are you whispering?” she said a little too loudly.

            “Because Harry is still asleep,” I said a little too harshly.

            “Um, okay. I didn’t know he spent the night. Sorry,” she said whispering now.

            “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just don’t want him to wake up.”

            “It’s fine. How was everything last night?” she asked raising an eyebrow and smirking.

            “It was good. We went to the beach. We’re like official now, I guess,” I said feeling my face flush and that thought of Harry being mine.

            “Holy fuck!” she whispered loudly. Harry stirred a little, but was again fast asleep.

            “Shut up!” I said lightly slapping her arm. “Why are you in here anyway? Where’s Paige?”

            “Well, this is my room too. She’s still asleep. Don’t worry. I’ll grab my clothes and leave you two alone,” she said winking. I rolled my eyes a laughed softly at her. She grabbed a band tank top out of her suitcase and a pair of black cut off shorts and left.

            I crawled back into bed with Harry after grabbing my phone off of its charger. It was now ten o’clock, so I softly kissed Harry’s cheek to wake him up. He didn’t move. I tapped him lightly, urging him to get up, still nothing. I finally gave in and kissed his lips softly, but I felt him smile and kiss me back.

            “Well good morning to you too,” he said smirking at me, his voice raspy.

            “You were awake weren’t you?”