Adabelle's P.O.V
The next morning I wake up to someone the feeling of warm breath on my neck. I look around the room. This is not home. The room was messy, nope, definatly not my room. Where am I? I roll over and came face to face with Harry. He's sleeping peacefully with one arm around my waist. His naked chest peeking out from underneath the covers. He looks so cute while he's sleeping. I lean over and kiss his cheek. I smile at the tingly sensation on my lips. Love fool. As I sneakily got out of the bed I looked down at my self. Uh. Oh. No clothes.
"Wha-Where..." Harry mumbles rolling over to the other side. He's so silly.
My mind flutters back to last night and I blush at the memories. That definatly happend. I'm not in the mood to wear my jeans, especially not when my body's sore, so I just grab Harry's sweats and my t-shirt. In the washroom I look at myself in the mirror and smile at the glow. I look way more radiant than I have ever felt. Then I spot little marks trailing down my neck. I rub at them and realise that Harry went a little overboard in passion. Here comes the regret and tears. I feel the tears trailing down my cheek and the more I try to stop them the worse they get. I can't face anyone like this, especially not the bros. I don't regret what happend but I know I'll regret the aftermath. What will the bros say? Worse. What if it meant nothing to Harry? What if I'm the foolish one thinking that it was the best night ever but he feels that it was the worse? I exit the bathroom and Harry's room and head downstaires. Maybe the girls will have foundation...
Downstaires everyone is lounging in the living room and I smile at them as I walk past the living room.
"Eh, bud!" Page chirped as I enter the kitchen. There's some cooking going on.
I give her a quick hug and offer her a weak smile and sit at the counter. "Hi."
"Good morning!" Niall says hugging me.
I wish him a good morning as well.
"Whatcha up to?" I ask, not realy interested.
"Oh, you know, doing the aboot." Page says.
"Actually, Page is cooking and she's teaching me how to make pancakes! The food she makes is amazing!" Niall says wrapping his arm around Page's shoulder, clearly proud of his girlfriend.
I smile at the two, they are so cute. Will me and Harry still be like this?
"So, where's Harry?" Niall asks looking up from the stove.
I shrug my shoulders, "Sleeping... but can I talk to Page alone for a second, please?"
Niall nods his head and drops a kiss on Page's forhead before walking out.
Page puts a plate of pancakes in front of me and says, "What's up?"
I sigh, "Do you have foundation?"
"Why?" She asks raising her eyebrows.
"I..." I start to say but stop. What will she think of me? But then again, fuck it. She rarely judges.
I move my hair away from my neck and show her the hickeys.
"Impressive. I only got one." She says looking back towards the stove.
"Did you two..." I trail off.
She chuckles and says, "Did we have sex? No. We aren't there yet. I'm not giving up myself so quickly."
My eyes widen. So quickly... does this mean Harry and I were two quick about this?
"Wait." Page says putting away her spatula and turning to face me. "You did?"
