More Than Just A Sumer Fling (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

(A/N: The really really REALLY long wait is over! So sorry about that; I was really busy!)

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Once we arrive at the hotel, I know that we were in a lot of trouble. For one, I ran out in the middle of the concert...which was not exactly a bad thing since Madison was feeling sick. Second, it was now 2 a.m. and i've never stayed out this long without at least one of the boys or my body guards. And third, tomorrow's headlines will be about me and Madison. They're going to make up some type of story and obviously everyone will believe it. So now the boys and Paul will know about our little adventure. The good thing is that no one is outside. No crazy fans or people. Well, the paparazzi is probably hiding behind that bush or that tree.

I glance over at Madison, who is now fast asleep. She fell asleep on a bench on the boardwalk while i was using the bathroom. All the muscles in her face and body were at peace and there's barely any movement in her except for the rising and falling of her breasts with each intake of air. Her hair is a mess, but still sexy. She's one of those people who looks perfect while sleeping.

I think about her a bit more and that kiss. She is such a brilliant kisser. Judging from that kiss, she probably had tons of experience before. A beautiful girl like her is surely wanted by many boys and I'm just glad that i got to her too. What i don't understand is how i ever considered her an attention seeking bitch. She meets all my requirements to start. She's nice, a bit shy, doesn't like being the center of attention, very funny, can take a joke, has a pretty smile and eyes, and an amazing kisser. I sit there smiling like a creep, now thinking about wanting the taste that her lips allowed. Once i finally break away from my thoughts, I park the car right next to our tour bus. Just when I got outside from the Range Rover, I found myself face to face with Paul.

"Oh hey there Paul" I nervously say. He's wearing one of those black T-shirts that cling to your body and has his arms crossed. Classic Paul look.

"WHERE IN THE WORLD WERE YOU? YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR BLOODY FIVE HOURS" Paul yells at me. I'm used to Paul yelling at me. I'm kind of the naughty one of the boys and I.

"Calm down! We're here now and that's all that matters. Isn't it? I tried to get out earlier, but there were too many paparazzi. So I waited a bit longer until the coast was clear" I lied. I'm not cautious at all with the paparazzi. I tend to act like a normal person when the reality is that I'm not. I said goodbye to privacy after me and the lads were formed into a band.

Paul begins to ruffle his hair and I can see that he is still frustrated with me even though he believed me.

"Where are the lads?" I ask to break the tension. 

"Inside the bus" Paul answers within seconds. 

"Why are we leaving so soon?" I ask again.

"Harry, how do you expect us to tour if we stay at one location" Paul answers. 

"Good point. Now let me just go get me and Madison's things from our room" I say as i begin to walk away from them.

"No need, your mates already did it for you. We had to vacate the room. Now are you going to stand there or get Madison from inside the car" Paul comments. With that, I open the door and slide my hands under her back and thighs and pick her up. I shut the door just by kicking it and carry her inside the bus. She struggles a little in my arms before she moves her arms around my neck and buried her face near my neck area. I could get used to this. Then, Madison eyes slowly flutter open revealing her ocean blue eyes. I look down on her and she opens her mouth to say something, but then closes them and falls back to sleep in an instant. Talk about a heavy sleeper.