Last First Kiss 2 (HS)

Chapter 46

"Home sorta sweet home" I said dragging my suitcase into Harry's massive house. We flew to LA for the weekend since we have off. Then it's to Ireland. The other boys are either staying in their flats in LA or for example, Zayn flew to wherever Perrie was and Liam went to London to see Sophia. I feel kind of bad for her because she's the only girlfriend that isn't on tour with us except for Perrie because she's on her own tour.

"At least we'll actually be able to have some alone time" He winked wiggling his eyebrows.

"Let me get some rest though" I looked around the gigantic house admiring everything. This is actually the first time I've been to his house here. Between college and touring I've never really had time to. "This place is huge"

"Oh yeah you haven't been here before well I'll give you the grand tour" He gave me a half smile and grabbed my hand dragging me around the house. We were in the living room I'm assuming because of the colorful paintings on the wall contrasting with the chairs and the couch.

"Was the house decorated when you bought it?" Everything was so..neatly organized there's no way Harry could pull that off.

"Of course I suck at decorating" He laughed. "So obviously this is the living room" He pulled me into each room in the house naming them. He seemed so excited to show me around it was adorable.

"And this is our room" There was a balcony next to the bed that gave you a great view overlooking the backyard and the room looked like it hadn't been touched. Everything was neat and organized as if no one lived here.

"It's so nice" I took my flats off and jumped on the bed snuggling up to one of the pillows. I felt myself sinking into the matress. It was the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on.

"Don't get too comfy we still have to eat dinner" He told me but I could feel myself slowly drifting into sleep. I was so tired from flying and running all over the world I couldn't stop myself and this bed wasn't helping either. Before I knew it I was out after a few minutes.

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It was the delicious smell of Harry's amazing chicken fajitas that woke me up. I rolled over to where my phone was and checked the time. It was 10 here in LA and we got back around 6 so I'm definitely not going to be able to sleep tonight. I stepped out of the warm sheets and changed into my purple plaid pajama pants and one of Harry's sweaters. I took my hair out of it's messy ponytail and left it in the mess of curly waves flowing off my shoulders.

I walked out of the bedroom and tried navigating the stairs. This house was a maze. I opened multiple doors but they were either bathrooms or guest rooms. Ugh.

"Harry where is the kitchen?!" I screamed through the thick walls.

"Hold on!" After a few second of waiting he came out from a hall I didn't know existed.

"This house is so big"

"You get used to it after a while" He smiled gesturing me to follow him down stairs. I tried to take note of where he was going so that in case this happened again I wouldn't get lost. "I told you not to fall asleep" He teased.

"But I was so tired" I complained and finally we were downstairs in the colorful living room with the dinner table set for two and already had food piled on them.

"Well during your four hour slumber I talked with fans outside that were swarming the house then made you dinner"

"Have I told you how much I love you?" I hugged his torso tightly not wanting to let go.

"I think so" He smirked. We pulled away sitting across from each other at the mahogany table. Harry really outdid himself this time. Along with a chicken fajita, there were strawberries and blueberries surrounding them and had whip cream on top with a glass of red wine.