Living with One Direction

Chapter 21

*Harry's POV*

We're almost home and it's just before 9:45, it's dark and everyone except for Ainsley, who moved to the passenger seat, and I are asleep.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her cautiously.

"Not that bad," she admits.

I smile at her and she sends a kind one back, nicer than the death stare she gave me earlier.

As if she could read my mind, "I'm sorry for the way I was acting earlier, I was just, well, I don't exactly know why but I apologize," she says furrowing her brows, trying to think of reasons why she snapped.

"It's okay, I understand Ains, apology accepted," I tell her.

We pull in the driveway soon after our short conversation ended. "We're home," I tell everyone.

A chorus of groans and small movements course throughout the car and Ainsley lets out a small giggle.

I roll down the windows in case none of them ever leave the car, and grab the suitcases from the back.

"I can grab one," Ainsley says, practically begging me because she feels bad.

"I've got it," I tell her and shoo her along, "just open the front door for me."

She nods and follows suit. We walk into the house and I follow her up to her room to set down the heavy luggage. Damn, she packed a lot, but it probably made my muscles flex and I saw her steal a few glances.

"Harry?" she asks quietly. I think this is the question I'm hoping she'll ask, "can I stay with you tonight?"

"Of course," I quickly answer, as if I was expecting the question to come, well I was.

She opens one of the larger suitcases and grabs short-shorts and an oversized t-shirt along with a sports bra.

She's eyeing me, expecting me to do something. "Oh," I answer, finally understanding what she meant. I walk out of the room to let her change and enter mine. I strip from my clothing and climb into bed with only boxers on.

There's a faint knock on my door, "It's me," Ainsley whispers.

I have no idea why she's whispering, I haven't heard any one come in from the car yet.

Without even answering her, she opens the door, quickly closes it behind her, and runs and jumps onto my bed.

This girl never fails to make me laugh. Something comes over me and I start to tickle her and a burst of her beautiful laugh bounces off the walls. If I could make her laugh like this forever, I would.

"Harry stop!" she pleads in between breaths.

I continue tickling her, enjoying the sound of her laughter.

"If you don't stop I might pee!" she threatens.

Hell she can pee in my bed all she wants, as long as she's content.

It took one swift blow to my stomach and I fell to the ground.

"Oh my god, Harry are you okay?!" Ainsley calls, hopping off of the bed and rushing to my side.

I begin to laugh and a look of relief washes over her and she laughs along.

"I wiggle a lot when people tickle me," she confesses. "So I ended up kicking you, I'm so sorry!"

"Ains, it's fine, I'm fine."

Next thing I know she tackles me back to the ground and starts tickling me. She's strangling me and trying so hard to find spots that fill me with laughter, but I'm not ticklish. But, I definitely could get used to this position.