the girls of the boys

midnight memories

Meanwhile at Harry's Apartment:

"Harry, are you sure you're okay?" Kirsten looked at Harry patiently before reaching her hand across his lap to his hand. She gave it an affirming squeeze and gazed at him. He ran his hand through his hair before flopping backwards on the bed.

"I really appreciate you, being here and all" he said sitting up. He looked at her before cupping her cheek and gently kissing her. He blinked and looked into Kirsten's brown eyes. He held her head in his hands and gently kissed her forehead.

"Ready for bed?" he asked softly, his hand loosely holding hers as he stood up. She nodded and got up as she padded across the bedroom and pulled out one of Harry's shirts. She slightly tilted her head to the left as if to ask if it was okay to wear it to bed. Harry got up from where he had sat down again and crossed the room before he slid her button-down blouse off and kissed her shoulder. She held up her pointer telling him to wait for a moment before slipping his shirt over her head. She looked up at him for another moment before kissing him on the lips. She heard him sharply inhale before he held her back and pulled her towards him.

"So beautiful," he mumbled into her hair. She smiled as she kissed his cheek.

"Harry-" she was interrupted when the doorbell rang. "Who the f-" Harry gave her a mock warning look before she finished the word. He tapped her nose and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. He walked out of the bedroom and into the living room to see who was there. Kirsten frowned slightly as she saw his figure weaving through the living room to the door.

"Hey mate, are you okay?" she heard Louis' unmistakable voice drifting through the living room. She sighed and quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants that had been discarded on the floor the previous night.

"Hey Louis," she offered a feigned smile before giving him a quick hug. She tried to mask her disappointment that he was here, craning her neck around she looked to see if I had decided to go with Louis, but it was a long night and I decided to skype with my family that night.

"Hey love?" Harry asked, but he was speaking softly and it came out "ay." "Do you mind making us some tea, I think we're gonna talk a bit, is that okay?" Harry asked with concern in his eyes, he bent down and kissed her nose waiting for a reply.

"Yeah, yeah that's fine, I might just go to bed then," she tried to look chipper but just turned around instead and started making some tea. She heard Harry say something to Louis before she saw Louis walking by and out the door with his coat in his hand. He waved and smiled at her before ducking outside into the light snowfall.

"I told him we'll talk later," she heard harry whisper into her ear as he came up behind her. "Ready to go to bed?" He asked as he quickly consulted the clock on the wall before kissing the side of her ear. She swiveled in his grip and pecked him on the lips, "bed." she smiled before leading him by the hand towards his bedroom.

He climbed into his side and she into hers. She turned to face him and tucked her chin slightly before he kissed her forehead and stroked her cheek. He brushed a few hairs away from her face and gazed at her.

"How did I get so lucky, and by the way, you look way better in that t-shirt than I ever did and will," he smiled at her through the dark. She involuntarily rolled her eyes and flipped over so her back was towards him, "hey, shutting me out? Try again next time." He extended his arm and wrapped it around her as he pulled her back towards him. She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck and she let a small giggle escape before pushing herself away from him and back to her side. A squeal echoed through the room when Harry pulled her back and pinched her side slightly.

"Harry! Stop!" She flopped maniacally in the bed as she gasped for air and laughed.

"Say please," he laughed as watched her squirm.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease!" she shouted prying at his fingers.

"Shh, the neighbors will hear you, you're so loud," he said laughing pinching her side slightly again in reprimand.

"Then stop tickling me!" She shouted louder, "Harold!" He instantly stilled.

"This must be serious, you called me Harold," he snickered in her ear before rolling over.