The Way Things Work

Chapter Sixty Four

You slowly took in a breath as your eyes began to open; they blinked before adjusting to the blinding light that peered through balcony window.

"Good morning sunshine." Harry's morning voice croaked.

"Morning." You smiled tiredly as you rolled over and met his gaze. 

"How did you sleep?" He smiled at your tired eyes and stroked your cheek gently.

"Very well Mr. Styles, especially in your arms." You spoke at him cheekily.

"I'm glad I could be of assistance." He returned in your tone. "So, what would you like to do today?"

"It's up to you."

"Okay, well I was thinking we could grab some breakfast from the buffet and bring it up here to get ready. Than I thought maybe we could to a new miniature golf course that opened down the road, it's a bit run down but I could show you my incredible skills." He winked.

"You're on." You laughed as you rubbed your eyes. 

"You are so beautiful, especially right when you wake up." He spoke softly as he moved his body so he was hovering over you. He shifted his lags to either sides of your thighs and knelt above you as he placed one hand above your shoulder and the other under your leg.

He looked into your eyes as he sealed the still air between your lips with a sentimental kiss. You roped your arms around Harry's neck, pulling him closer as your fingers intertwined with your own. A spark ignited as you held him close, never wanting to let go; he seemed to feel the same way. 

Before things had a chance to get too heated his phone went off. He rolled off of the bed to retrieve it as it vibrated harshly against the wooden counter. You were kind of glad it interrupted the two of you, as you still weren't ready. You sat up as the sheets still covered your legs and outstretched your arms. You quickly drew them close again to rub your still-adjusting eyes.

"How many people?" Harry sounded shocked?

'Who is it?' You silently mouthed. He replied simply, 'Louis'.

"Wait, what are they saying?" There was a long pause and Harry seemed to be trembling in anger. "How could they?! They are supposed to be our fans!" A tear began to roll down Harry's flushed cheeks as you walked over to him. You slipped the phone out of his hand, he didn't fight back, as if he were paralyzed. 

"Louis?"

"Sam? Hey." He said flatly.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, just-just put Harry back on." He said caringly.

"I don't think that's a good idea, he looks as though he's about to pass out. Talk to me Lou." You quietly led Harry back over to the bed and sat him down on the front edge. As if by instinct, he pulled you close and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your hips. 

"Look, you know those rumors Angel spread?"

"Yeah." You sighed, rubbing Harry's back.

"Well they were printed in this mornings papers." He said, agitated. As if on cue Harry let out a loud sob into your side and you stopped moving your hand and just pressed him further into your side.

"Oh, what's going on?" You said out of concern.

"The fans, they're practically rioting."

"I am so sorry-"

"What for?"

"I got you into this."

"How exactly?"