Don't Wake Me Up || Discontinued

Chapter Fourteen - Stage Sleepers

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I sighed, taking in a deep breath of the damp air. I laid on top of three blankets, next to Harry, who was fast asleep, on the stage in Croak Park Stadium. After the whole running incident, we have gotten somewhat of a leeway from Modest!. Considering we have a lot more freedom than we did - which was none - I'm glad some good came out of it. Today, we went outside, since we were already at the stadium, took a bunch of blankets, pillows, etc., and camped out on the stage, just Harry and I. It was one a.m. and the floor was damp; it had rained just hours before, in the afternoon. I took it, nonetheless, a time alone with Harry was a time alone with Harry.

As he slept, I didn't let go of his hand. I laid on my hand, my hand clutching his as his steady breathing filled my ears, calming me. His breathing was always relaxing to me. It still smelled like ran, the dampy smell. I loved it.

Gently, I slipped my hand out of Harry's, sure he wasn't going to wake up. I took one last look at the stars, then flipped to my side and closed my eyes. I needed to sleep.

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I opened my eyes, screaming immediately filling my ears. Ten, my phone read. The fans were here already. I shot up out of laying position, who, to my surprise, was already awake and sitting, staring at me. "Morning, sleepy," he said, smirking.

"You're the one who fell asleep when I was up until one."

"Sorry!" I covered his mouth, shushing his loud speaking.

"They," I pointed to general direction of any wall in the stadium, whispering, "Can't know we are in here. Remember?"

"Do you think they," Harry said, waving his hands toward the seats, mocking me, "Can hear us of the ahhhhs?" He shook his head, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes as he flailed his hands in the air, acting like a teenage girl.

"Well. . ."

"Exactly. Now we just have to get out of here, Lou."

"Right." I said, getting up. We had already planned to leave our campout supplies on the stage, the set up crew would take it later. What we didn't plan was the fans being here so early, and us not being able to get out before they were let in the venue.

I walked up and down rows, pushing my ear to the wall of the arena as I went. Then, I hit a spot in the fence where the buzzing of yells had stopped. "Found it!" I yelled, hoping Harry and only Harry could hear me. He did.

"Here?" he asked, pointing to the wall. I nodded. He stood on a chair, pulling himself onto the edge of the wall. I pushed his feet as he highered himself to stand on the wall before he jumped off. I climbed up next, slipping the first few times. I got to the top and jumped, landing in a squat on the floor.

"Styles!" someone yelled, girls shrieking. I jumped behind a bush, my knee scraping against a rock.

"Ow," I muttered, situating myself behind the leaves.

"Liar! Fuckk you," another girl said as footsteps pattered away.

"He's probably in bed."

"With Louis," someone added. The crowd erupted in laughter and yells, leaving us clear to run. I held up a finger, then another and another, and we ran for it. We ran around the arena, my breath becoming harder to get with each step. Pounding on the door to the bus, Harry leaned on my shoulder, breathing heavily. The door opened and we stumbled in.

"How'd ya do that?" Niall said, watching TV.

"Climbed over the fence and ran," I stated, examining the hole in my pants, revealing the scrape.

"Ah, battle wounds."

"I landed on a rock." Zayn hid a snicker, covering his mouth.

"Otherwise," Harry said, changing the subject, "We had a good time, didn't we, babe?" I walked into the kitchen, nodding and sat down at the table with a wet napkin. I rolled up my pant leg, placing the wet towel on the scrap, wincing as the water came in contact with my injury.

"Totally." I said through clenched teeth.

"Sexx," Niall fake-coughed. Harry nodded eagerly, blushing.

"How did I guess?"

"It's all they do, mate," Zayn said, eyes creasing as he laughed.

"Nuh-uh!" Harry said. I got up, walking - trying to - towards Harry. I reached and put my hand around his shoulder.

"He was kidding," I whispered.

"Oh."

"I was kidding, listen to your fuckk buddy."

"Boyfriend," he yelled, stomping off to our room. Harry always got defensive when it came to this. Especially since he's probably sore from last night and my relentless thrusting. He liked it rough, so I gave him rough. Now he was grumpy. of course, Zayn did make a joke, but it was a joke and we all knew there was more to this relationship than intercourse. Plus, Zayn had always made jokes like that, and half of the time Harry would be insulted, and the other half he wouldn't. The half where he did was always the morning after. Grumpy boy.

I knocked softly on our door, then pushed it open, peeking in at Harry sitting on the bed, arms crossed over his chest. "Baby," I said, shutting the door behind me and making my way to the bed.

"What." he said, his voice sharp.

"It was a joke."

"Aren't jokes supposed to be funny?"

"Are you a wittle bit sore?" I asked in a baby-voice. Harry nodded, pouting.

"You went too hard."

"You told me to." He nodded, shifting off of his arse. "Everyone knows we don't always have sexx, Harry. It's clearly more than that. I love you, and they know that. It's love, not intercourse. Okay? I'm positive Zayn knows that. No need to be a grumpy head."

"I love you."

"And they know that also."

[A/N: Aye, so here's chap 14. I can totally imagine this happening, though. okay. that is all.

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