FWB

7.

I woke up with a massive headache. Why does my head hurt? I slowly looked around to process what had happened. Oh, yeah. We went clubbing last night. But what does this have to do with my head? I rose up from the bed to see Harry stepping out from the shower, his hair all wet and messy. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and seeing his toned muscled abs early in the morning felt so good.

“You’re up.” He says. He sits down beside me and pats my head. “How are you?”

“I don’t know. My head hurts.” I answer. I notice that I’m not naked and I was wearing one of his shirts. He must’ve slipped it on me while I was asleep.

“Hangover.” He answers. He reaches for the bedside table and hands me a glass of water and aspirin. “Take this.”

I nod and follow. I take it from him and drank. Damn. Why am I thirsty too?

“We’ll be leaving soon. Go take a shower and I’ll grab clothes for you from Lou.”

I nod and lazily stood up, grabbing a fresh towel from the rack.

“I’m grabbing Starbucks. What do you want?”

“Cinnamon Dolce Latte, please.” I answer. He nods and wears his jeans and I enter the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. I take his shirt off and enter the shower, blasting the hot water. Holy shit. This feels so good. I heard a click and Harry must’ve left already. I take my time cleaning myself. I had to make sure I smelled really good and all.

I finished in 30 minutes. As I step out of the shower, I grab my towel and wrap it around my body. Where is Harry? Why is he taking so long? I sit on a chair and spun myself around. Suddenly, Harry enters the room, a paper bag on his hand and two cups of Starbucks coffee.

“What took you so long?” I ask. He sighs under his breath and closes the door.

“Fans.” He breathes. He hands me the paper bag and my coffee and I sit back on the chair, staring at him.

“Holly, are you trying to seduce me?”

“No?” I answer.

“Well, you are, so get dressed, please.”

I jumped up and down, squealing. “I seduced you! Holy shit! Holy shit!” I finally seduced a guy! I so cannot wait to tell Kiera. The towel wrapped around my body falls of and Harry stares at me with wide eyes. “What?” I ask him. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.” I grab the towel and walked toward the paper bag, checking out my clothes.

He brought a new pair of undergarments, my red floral dress and white flats. Another outfit from Kiera, Damn. I gotta thank her for all of this. I turned around and pecked Harry on the lips.

“What was that for?” he asks. I grin at him and walked away, not bothering to answer him back. The moment I reached the bathroom, I slipped on my underwear and hooked my bra. Then I wore my dress. It was probably just three inches above my knees and to be honest, I kinda looked like a good girl, with all the flowers and stuff. As I went out, I catch Harry watching Glee and I quietly sat down beside him.

“I’ve always wanted to audition for Glee.” I say.

He turns and looked at me. “Well, why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t have time.” I answer. “And if I did, I probably won’t be here to be “friends” with you.”

He laughs. “Touché,”

I laughed harder. “What kind of language is that? Are you an old man or something?” I continued to laugh so hard he gets annoyed and tickles me. “Aggh! Nooo!” I shout, back. I hate it when people tickle me. “Haaaaaaarry!” I shout louder, this time.

He didn’t stop so I continued screaming at him. Suddenly, Liam, Zayn, Louis and Niall barge in the room, shouting, “What the hell is happening here?” Louis was holding a baseball bat while Niall was holding this toy knife. Where did they get these things?

Me and Harry stared at them in confusion from the bed. He still had his hands on my waist and I was still lying on the bed, processing what happened.

“Well, tell us!” Liam commands. Louis walks toward me and takes me away from Harry, bridal style.

“Harold, this is unbelievable. How could you? She’s just an innocent girl.” Louis scolds.

I stand up and went beside Harry. “What are you guys talking about?” we ask in unison.

Niall looks at us in confusion. “Weren’t you raping her?” he asks as he points his finger to Harry then to me.

Me and Harry both laugh and I explained what just happened. “He wasn’t! C’mon, guys! He was just tickling me!”

They both let out a sigh with relief. “Thank goodness.”

I grab my Starbucks from the table and head out the door. “Where are you going?” Zayn asks.

I show him my phone. “Phone a friend, AND with privacy.”

They all smirk at me and I went toward the lobby, hoping to have a good conversation with my ever so loyal best friend, Kiera.