This Feels Like Falling in Love

Chapter Five

The first day in the US was not at all as I had expected. We spent the entire day driving all around Connecticut, doing various interviews, radio shows, photo shots, etc. I opted to go with the boys instead of going shopping with Lou, Eleanor, and Danielle. So I was stuck with Perrie... Great. Probably better than being cramped up in the hotel though. By the time we got back to the hotel I was pooped. I literally just wanted to flop onto the floor and sleep.

"So how do you guys want to sleep tonight?" Paul asked matter of factly.

I was pretty sure that I was going to be stuck with Niall or Harry.

Niall quickly grabbed Josh's arm. Oh great, I was definitely not in the mood to be constantly flirted with tonight. I just wanted to sleep.

"So it looks like it's just you and me, Tay!" oh he did not just call me that. I chuckled nervously, still unsure if this night would be good or bad.

"Remember, no sexual interactions! First base, and that is when you get out, nothing past that. Understood? We dont want any noise complaints or baby directions showing up okay?" Paul chided.

"I sent you letters, everyday..." we'd reached the emotional climax of the Notebook. My head was lying on Harry's shoulder, I was too tired to move it or care. Tears started to well up in my eyes and I couldn't help but to let one run down my face. Harry turned so he was facing me, his eyes a little misty as well. Note to myself: Harry cries during the Notebook. He took his long thumb and wiped the tear off my cheek.

"Don't cry, beautiful," he smiled. I gazed into his eyes, then he cupped my face in his hands and I felt his soft lips press against mine. No matter how much I tried to convince myself this was wrong there was an electricity when our lips touched. I ran my hands through his curly locks, bringing his face closer to mine. He flipped us over so that he was propped up over me, without breaking our kiss. With our kissing and the notebook going on we didn't hear the 5 knocks on the door...

"HARRY?! IM COMING IN!" The door was busted open revealing a very angry Andy.

We stopped mid kiss, hands still on each other. Andy scowled, mumbled something we couldn't understand, then stomped in closer to us.

Then, I realized how we looked...

Harry was in only boxers, that's just how he sleeps... And I was in a short camisole and booty shorts...

"IT WAS FIRST BASE, I PROMISE!" Harry yelled, rolling off me and standing up to face Andy.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you in your underwear?!" We both grinned sheepishly, trying to find a way out of this sticky situation.

A/N: hey sorry if format is screwed up on my phone and the story got deleted so just try to ignore mistakes please.