POV Zoe
11pm
"Z" he says softly "Wake up, love" he giggles "The securities need to close the stadium and we must go back to the hotel" he says and I open my eyes. I must've fall asleep.
"Oh" I pull myself away from him "I didn't even realize I fell asleep" I rub my eyes and he smiles "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You were sleeping so quietly and I could feel you're tired" he rubbed his left hand over my cheek
"Let's go back to the hotel, I need a proper bed" I smile and stand up
"Sure, we can rent a movie and just watch it, if you feel like to" he opens the door to me and rest his hand on my lower back
"Yeah, we can do it." He opens the cab door to me and we enter to ride 'home' "Gosh, I feel exhausted!"
"Just to watch you yawn for the last twenty minutes I feel tired too" his eyes were far away
"Harry?" I say after a long minute
"Yes love?" His green eyes were tired
I just smile and nod
"What?" He says with a smile
"Nothing. I just..." I look at the window. There were lots of paps and fans
"You just what?" He asks before opening the door
"Never mind" I smile and we leave the cab.
So many people were screaming at us and for the first time I was scared to get lost by the mob. Harry notices my freak out moment and wrap his arm around me, so tight I could only breathe and walk.
"Smile to us!" One of them ask
"Look at me Zoe!" Another pap says
"Boo you whore!" A fan yelled at me "Step away from my Harry" I can't help and smile.
"Is she your new toy?" A pap yells and get Harry's attention and I look away, but I could hear another phrase "Is she gonna be around in a week?"
"She's my girlfriend, so fuck off!" He says angrily and we get into the Lobby.
I make the wise call to don't ask him about the 'girlfriend' thing. He just said that because of the paps.
"We can stay in your room" he says when we enter the elevator "I'll just stop by mine to grab something to wear" he smiles and I think this Nice Harry is the least I like. Don't get me wrong I love not fighting with him, but it feels like something's missing. The fire, the bad words.
"Okay" I say when the door opens and I rush into my room, Harry went to his.
I pull off the dress of my head and slip my pajamas on my body. I turn the tv on and make my hair into a bun. A minute later I hear a knock on the door. I open it and I see Harry with a towel on his shoulder, toothbrush on his left hand and a shirt on his right hand.
He enters my room and make himself home.
"What kind of movie do you want to watch?" He asks and take his shirt and pants off, sitting on my bed only with boxers
"Uh" I try not to trip on the words "I don't really mind, you can choose" I sit on the right side of the bed and stare Harry's back as he flipped through the channels.
"The Hobbit!" He says excited "Finally some good movies on TV" he smiles and climb on bed to lie next to me.
I get comfy under the covers and Harry does the same. I could feel his heat thorough the sheets. His hands matched mine and his warm fingers squeeze my cold ones.
