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Chapter 4

(Song for the chapter: C'mon C'mon-One Direction)

The previous night in Madi's POV.

Wait...when did Allie and Shawn fall asleep? I swear we were just quoting all our favorite movies like five minutes ago. Well, now it's just Harry and I. The most awkward part is that I know almost everything about him, and he barely knows my name.

"I can't believe they fell asleep so early." he interrupts my thoughts.

"Early? It's 1:00 AM!" I exclaim and we both laugh.

We kinda just sit there in the most awkward silence I've ever been in for about 10 minutes, until Harry asks,

"Hey, do you drink?"

"Uh, kind of. Sometimes. Only on very special occasions and stuff." I fumble my words.

"Is tonight a special occasion?" he asks with a smirk.

"Perhaps. But only beer, and only like one or two."

"Slow down there, hotshot don't get too crazy." he jokes.

"Whatever." I playfully swat his arm.

We both get up from our spots on the couch and walk over to the kitchen. Not a single cupboard is left untouched. We looked everywhere for glasses and drinks and everything, but of course found it in the last place we looked. Go figure. Beer is poured into glasses repeatedly and before I know it, I've had like four. I've got to stop.

"I think I've had enough for tonight." I tell Harry from the opposite side of the table.

"Yeah. Me too."

Truthfully, I think he's had a couple more beers than me. When he stands up, he stumbles and almost falls to the floor. He definitely had a couple more beers than I did. I rush over and help him, and we both walk over to the living room. I don't feel like dragging Harry upstairs, or even walking up the stairs to my 'room'. I set him down on one of the couches and bring him some blankets and pillows for us, then lay down on the couch next to him.

"Night, Harry." I smile.

"Goodnight, Madi." he smiles back and snuggles closer. He is so freaking adorable.

I close my eyes and doze off, my mind on Harry. His stunning green eyes, curly brown hair, and the most amazing smile I've ever seen.

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I hear something, like humming, that startles me out of my sleep. I open my eyes and kind of do a double take. I see the brown curly hair, green eyes, and the beautiful smile I dreamt about. Harry Styles. It can't be. Is it? I blink a couple times to check that I wasn't just seeing things, but it didn't work. I woke up to Harry Styles humming and staring at me.

"Good morning, beautiful." he smiles that award-winning smile. No one has ever made me blush more than him, and he's only been here a day!

"Good morning." I smile back.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks. I never thought Harry Styles would be in the same house as me, calling me beautiful, asking if I slept well, and making me blush.

"Very. Did you?"

"Yeah. But it's cold." he chuckles.

"It's freezing. These blankets are paper thin." I giggle.

He moves closer then looks at me, like he was asking for approval, and I smile and move closer.

"Better." he says and slides his hand around my shoulder while I rest my head on his.

"You're quite cute, you know?" he looks down at me and says.

"Thanks. But you're actually the cute one here." I say.

"Me?" he says, surprised.

"Uh, yeah. You have, like the most cutest dimples ever." I say, trying not to fall asleep right there, on his shoulder.

"The most cutest ones ever, huh?" he teases.

"Shut up. I'm barely awake and still a little intoxicated." I laugh.

"Well then, maybe this will wake you up." he leans down and kisses me. He kisses me. This is honestly my dream since forever, came true. Thankfully, his lips are presses against mine, sealing them shut. If they weren't, I would be screaming right now.