Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

"These are actually good." Harry says after a few bites off his sushi and continuesly taking more.

"I told you and I'm still not gettin over the fact that you haven't tasted these yet." I commented and we eat the rest of the lunch in silence.

After being done with washing the dishes and everything else, I get sleepy and decide to put on my dress before I get even lazier. When I'm done, I apply foundation and concealer (on my neck as well), but nothing else, so I can just go for a last minute nap.

I lay on the couch and decide to go on twitter for a while to get a check up on things. I'm not able to catch up on anything lately. With that, I set a timer on my phone for 45 minutes so I won't oversleep and miss the gala.

Before I know it, I found myself asleep.

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I wake up to my alarm and feel Harry's groan vibrating through my skin.

"Turn it off." He whined like a little boy and I piss him off by putting the ringer next to his ear.

He presses his head harder to my neck and whispers something raspy. I didn't catch that.

Instead of asking, I stand up and push him off of the spooning position that we are in and apply my mascara and eyeliner. I see him stand up behind the living room mirror and he lets out a cute yawn.

"Can you do my hair?" He suddenly asks.

"What?" I question.

"Just spray something on my hair, I forgot my gel." He says.

I grab my hairspray that I use to spray on my curls to spray on his curls. I move the hairspray and spray in a z formation. He fixes the angles a little bit and gives me a nod before grabbing the door knob. This is the moment I realize that he is apparently on his suit. He looks.... cute- and hot, not to mention.

When he opens the door knob, people actually are waiting outside, we couldn't stop in this case since it was basically a river of fans, posters and endless screams. There is apparently a limo outside wating for us. We step in and I recognize that Paul is our security guard for the night.

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As I- we arrive. I see tons of paparazzis taking pictures of other celebrities who are posing on the supposedly red carpet. I grab Harry's hand and step out of the car, my heels clinking on the smooth carpet. Cameras suddenly head towards us and dozens of reporters are heard saying "The hot hollywood couple has arrived."

We decide to walk a couple steps and pose our first official picture. I put my left arm around his back and he does the same with his opposite arms. Cameras flash and I hear more than a dozen of paps screaming at us to look their direction.

After changing poses several times and finishing our last look-through-the-camera lap, I feel win hitting my knees and it quickly blew up to my skirt and gently hit my thighs, and then out of nowhere, the skirt on my velvet dress flew up and I feel Harry's big hands cover them, but not in time. They probably would've caught my shorts inside the dress.

"Oh shh..!" I screamed and as my skirt starts to recover in in\t's normal form.

I exclaim loads of complete rubbish throughout the whole picture taking session while Harry just lets out small chuckles. I am in complete utter embarrassment. Marilyn Monroe moment for me right there. Those thoughts make me flush and I swear if those photos ever reach me, I hope they photoshop my blooming red cheeks before my brother can tease me about how big my cheeks are due to the fact that he's done that since I was a kid.