Replace Me (Sequel to No Foundations)

Some things never change, others do completely - Chapter 1

Remington's POV

Our alarm went off at 5:30am in this morning and neither Harry nor I were too happy about it. I pulled the covers my head to block out the noise as Harry groans. We have another interview today. We are announcing the world tour, so it's a pretty big deal.

"Harry! Turn off the alarm!" I say, lazily tapping him on the chest. He mumbles curses under his breath, reaching over to turn the alarm off. After turning off the retched noise, he flops back over and returns back to sleep. "We are going to be late." I say, rolling over closer to him to kiss him awake.

"Mmmm, I'll never get use to that." He smiles, pulling me on top of him. I smile.

"And I will never get use to your sexy morning voice." I say. It's true. It still gives me butterflies.

"Happy 18 months." Harry whispers. "Did you remember?" He asked. I looked at him, pretending to be shocked.

"Of course I did! Just because I'm not romantic doesn't mean I'm a sucky girlfriend!" I kiss him.

"Trust me, I know that." He smiles his famous smile. "I feel like we should be able to sleep in on our anniversary... I hate that we have to be at the news station in 2 hours..."

"I know! No time for anniversary morning sex!" I joke, regretting it. His eyes fly up and he flips us around so that he's on top of me.

"There is always time for morning sex." He whispers, kissing me.

"HARRY NOOO!" I say, shoving him off me although I'm barely able to resist him. He grumbles. "Control yourself!" I add, rolling away from him to turn the light on. I sighed as I looked around the room.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks, getting up.

"I just really miss the flat sometimes." I say. We moved out of the apartment complex a little over a month ago. Simon decided we all should upgrade to a house. I'd barely call this a house though. It's more like 3 houses in one. All the boys live here too, but they have their own separate wings of the house. Yeah, it's that big. It's beautiful here, don't get me wrong, it's just so different. I miss the flat. It was simple. That's not the only thing I miss. I miss my old life entirely. I mean, I love how things are now. Honestly, things went a lot better than I had expected so long ago, but I miss privacy. I miss being able to go out with Harry without being mauled by people...

"Yeah, that was a good place. Good memories." He says, lifting his eyebrows at me suggestively, making me roll my eyes. He laughs. "We'll make good memories here too." He adds and I nod, getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom, still sleepy. I take a shower quickly, making sure there's hot water left for Harry, and leave the bathroom back to the bedroom. I notice Harry is still sleeping. I roll my eyes as I put a bra and underwear on.

"Babe, you need to wake up." I say, walking over and grabbing his hand, trying to pull him out of bed. "Go shower! Liam's gonna be pissed." Liam is still daddy direction. This makes Harry grumble, but he finally gets out of bed. He walks over to me and puts his hands on my hips. I trace his abs with my hand.

"Good morning." He says, admiring me and giving me another kiss, I push him away and he slaps my bum before walking to the bathroom.

"Harry..." I roll my eyes. With everything I've gone through. I'm thankful Harry and I have only gotten stronger. I turn to the mirror smiling to myself, and start to prep an outfit. There is no point in getting myself ready. Whenever we go somewhere where there will be cameras, they always take all the make up I had on off and changed my outfit and all that. I learned that quickly. I threw on yoga pants, a t-shirt, foundation, and dried my hair and I was ready. I walked out to the kitchen to get some breakfast. We actually had a cook for a while until I convinced Simon that was ridiculous. I refused to get special treatment just because I was "celebrity status" now. Walking into the kitchen I found Liam and Niall sitting at the table eating French toast. Louis was over the stove, dipping bread in the egg mix and putting the soaked pieces on the griddle. The kitchen smelled amazing, like cinnamon. I peak over his shoulder and inhale deeply.

"Smells amazing Lou." I smile, patting him on the back.

"Thanks, there's a pile on the table. Help yourself." He says, and I peck his cheek in thanks, walking over to the table and sitting down.

"Good morning, rem!" Niall said, his mouth full of food.

"Morning Niall, Morning Liam." I smiled at them both. Liam was pacing, as usual, some things never change. I've grown to realize that this really is a common occurrence and there's really nothing we can do about it unless we all wanted to wake up an extra hour early. As much as I love Liam, his peace of mind is not worth waking up at 4:30am for.

"Please tell me Harry is at least out of the shower?" Liam asked me, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure he is by now. Calm down cupcake." I command him. He doesn't listen.

"I cant! Do you know how big today is!?" He said, eyes widening at the thought.

"All we are doing is announcing the world tour. It's going to be okay." I say, Niall nods, agreeing with me. "Where's Zayn?" I asked.

"Fixing his hair for the thousandth time." Louis laughs.

"Shuttup Lou." Zayn glared at him, walking into the kitchen and to the table. He immediately filled a plate full of breakfast. Zayn was the grumpiest in the morning. We don't talk to him until at least 7:30am, and even then he's still kind of a crab.

"Good morning to you too Zaynie." Niall laughs. Zayn just looks up and glares. I told you. Shortly after that Harry walks in the room. He beams at me as he walks over to the table and sits in the chair to my right. He kisses my cheek as he fills his plate with food.

"Eat quickly, Harry." Liam commands him. Harry and I roll our eyes. He's picked up that habit from me. He doesn't do it nearly as often, but he does it and I usually call him out on it what I notice.

"Yes Liam." Harry says, shoving food in his mouth. I smile at his cheekiness. We all just kind of sit in silence for a bit while Harry finishes his breakfast. It is way too early to make conversation. This is another thing I learned early on from interviews with the boys. I use to try and be really peppy and happy in the morning, and even Harry would get annoyed with me, so now I just sit quietly until they all wake up.

"Are we going to get coffee?" I had to ask.

"We can if you want to." Harry adds, smiling at me.

"You guys are so gross and couple-y sometimes..." Zayn grumbles. Harry and I shoot him a glare.

"I agree!" Louis joins in, "Did you realize you both just glared at Zayn with the same expression. You're too alike."

"I like that we are alike." I point out, resting my head on Harry's shoulder. "Don't be rude! You're just as ridiculous with Eleanor and Perrie!" I point out to them

"Yeah, but you don't have to live with us and our girlfriends everyday." Zayn say.

"Zayn be nice." Liam finally pipes in. "Harry, are you done?" He adds, changing the subject.

"Yep!" Harry says, shoveling the last bite of food in his mouth.

"Alright, lets go!" Liam says and we all get up and head to the car. Another day, another interview. I can feel myself stressing out already. What a great time this will be. I hope you catch the sarcasm.