Deception (One Direction)

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning tangled up in the comforter of the guest room. I got out of bed sluggishly and made my way over to the kitchen. I saw Liam sitting at the counter drinking some tea and reading the paper. He smiled when he saw me and set down the paper.

“Hello love. Did you sleep well?” Liam asked.

I nodded my head. “Did you guys have fun at the club?”

“Yeah the lads and I had a brilliant time. We just crashed here because it was easier than trying to get them all home. How was your night with Harry?”

I blushed a bit and smiled. “It was great. He made us dinner and then we watched a movie.”

Liam smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. “So Harry, huh?”

I almost died of embarrassment. My face turned a furious shade of red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumbled.

Liam smiled. “Really? Because I think you do.”

I shot him a look. “Drop it Li,” I pleaded.

“Alright but just for now. You can’t avoid this subject forever.”

I sighed heavily. “Hey so since all of the lads are still sleeping, will you help me make breakfast for them?”

He nodded eagerly, seeming enthused about the idea.

“Alright so I was thinking of making French toast,” I explained to him. He nodded his head and we began to collect ingredients. Liam and I chatted easily while making the lads’ breakfast. Thankfully he never brought up Harry again which is good because I’m not sure how I would respond to the question. I mean I couldn’t like Harry. I had only just met him a few days ago. But yet the way I felt when I was around him said otherwise. Even if I did feel that way, surely the feeling wasn’t mutual. I mean he is in a famous boy band with loads of girls after him. He couldn’t like me. It wasn’t logical.

Liam snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Huh?” I questioned.

“I was saying that you should go wake Harry up and I’ll wake up the other lads,” Liam explained.

I nodded my head and exited the kitchen, heading towards Harry’s room. I stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath. I so didn’t want to do this. Curse you Liam. I pushed open the door slowly and stepped inside. I looked at the bed and saw a figure lying under the covers and a head of curly hair lying on the pillow. I smiled and felt my heart thump loudly in my chest. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.

“Harry,” I said, shaking him lightly. “It’s time to get up.”

“No,” he grumbled.

“Come on Harry. I made breakfast,” I said to him.

I stood slightly, pulling on his hand to get him to get out of bed. My plan backfired. I felt my body being pulled forward and then I collided with something warm. Harry had pulled me into bed with him and now he had his hands wrapped tightly around my waist. His face was buried into my hair and mine face rested against his chest. I felt his lips press onto my hair and my breath caught in my throat. His hot breath blew on my neck, causing me to shiver. Harry, thinking that I was cold, wrapped his arms tighter around me. I felt my heart stutter and a spark erupt throughout my body. Why was I feeling like this? This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Harry, it’s time to get up.”

“No. You’re too comfy,” he mumbled against my hair.

“I made you breakfast though and if you don’t hurry the boys will have eaten all of it.”