"Are you awake?" I hear someone whisper from the dark. Someone else is snoring to my right, and I look up, my eyes trying to adjust to the dark. "Megan."
I slowly recognize Harry's voice, and carefully push myself up to see where he is. I look to my left and I can just faintly see his dark figure crouching down beside me. He gently grabs onto my arm and I carefully push the sheets aside and get up out bed, careful not to disturb Niall.
He stands up and quietly leads me out of the bedroom, as I rub my tired, dry eyes. He shuts the bedroom door behind us, quietly and takes me to the couch. He turns on the small, dully lit lamp beside it and has me sit down.
"It's two in the morning." I groan as my eyes lay on the alarm clock that reads 1:58.
"I know, I just got back in." he whispers, taking a seat beside me.
"Oh yeah, how was your date?" I whisper, remembering that he had went out somewhere with Stephanie.
"We just sat at the lounge of some club, basically on our phones the whole time. But, that's not what I dragged you out of there for." he chuckles softly. "I've been wanting to do this since the interview." he mumbles, before pulling me into his chest and hugging me tightly. I rest my head on his hard chest and my eyes flutter shut, still feeling so sleepy.
"I feel like I'm making you cheat." I mumble tiredly.
"It's not cheating if it isn't even real." he remarks, resting his chin on my head. I hum back in response with a nod of my head. I easily feel myself drifting back to sleep, the light of the lamp fading away in the comfort of his arms.
"Wake up!"
I groan, shifting a little in someone's arms. I squint hard, slowly trying to open my eyes, trying not to burn them. Whoever I'm on top of shifts a bit and then loosens their arms up around me.
"Why the fuck are you two sleeping together?" I hear Niall freak out, and my eyes instantly shoot open. The faint memory of last night slowly drifts into my mind and I sit up, out of Harry's arms.
"Chill dude." Harry grumbles turning onto his side, and burying his head into the blue couch cushion. I flinch as Niall smacks the back of Harry's head, and he shoots up instantly yelling, "What the fuck?"
"Niall!" I shout. "I was up late, he came back here to the hotel room, saw I was still upset and tried to comfort me. Nothing even happened, we just fell asleep! You're acting like some jealous boyfriend, even though one: nothing even happened and two: you're not even my boyfriend!"
"You were comforting her?" Niall's voice softens, staring at Harry with an apologetic look.
"Yeah. Fuck dude, don't hit me again." Harry grumbles, shooting daggers at him with his eyes. Niall runs his hand through his hair, looking stressed out and apologizes.
"It's just, I know you. You try to get with any girl possible. I did not want that to happen with her." Niall sighs, "I'm sorry, again".
The words 'You try to get with any girl possible' causes me to furrow my eyebrows together, and I glance at Harry. His eyes widen and he shakes his head before arguing back, "I do not."
"Dude, you're the player of the group, and you know it." Niall laughs, "Megan, let's go get breakfast."
Niall grabs onto my arm and helps me off the couch. I glance back at Harry as he covers his face with both hands, resting his elbows on his knees. Last night I'm pretty sure he had a shirt on, but now he doesn't. I don't know how long I slept on him for, or how long I slept on just his bare, muscular chest.
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Our Little Secret // h.s.
Fanfiction"Niall can't know, he'll kill us." I whisper, feeling breathless. I rest my head on his sweat covered chest and he presses his lips to my forehead. He runs his fingers along the bare skin on my back and whispers, "No one can find out."
