Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 33: Loofa

Chapter 33:  Loofa

*Olivia's POV*

Zayn had gotten home and he looked completely miserable and defeated.  The lad had called all of us together in the kitchen and began to explain himself and what had occurred since he went missing from the club last night. 

Louis stood behind Zayn protectively with his arms crossed as Zayn tried his best not to tear up but he was failing.  It was unquestionable that the dark haired boy had already spent part of his morning crying because the areas around his eyes betrayed him.  They were still puffy and red.

Since I had met Zayn over a week ago, what I had learned about him so far was that he was tight with his emotions, always seeming to be very in control of himself.  For him to stand before us looking so sorrowful and open meant that he really regretted whatever he had done. 

Zayn was already forgiven in my mind.  He felt bad about his mistake and I could understand that.  It was an error in judgement and he was already trying to make things right.  It was a brave and honorable thing he was doing, fessing up and trying to make things okay with his best mates.  I admired Zayn for this. 

Zayn made it clear from the get go that he had not cheated but things were definitely over between he and Perrie.  His only true crime was getting caught in bad looking situation and then not making it to a silly interview this morning.  It had gone fine after those few bumpy questions about where Zayn was and who was in a relationship with whom.

Because I had already come to this conclusion, other thoughts began to wander into my mind.  Specifically Harry and this morning…

I had woken up feeling surprisingly alright considering how much I drank.  I looked over the lump beside me that was Harry to check the clock.  It was situated on the nightstand that was next to the bed.  I noticed 2 large glasses with only a tiny bit of water left in them and a bottle of paracetamol.  I guess I had to thank my boyfriend for not feeling like utter shit this morning.  It was sweet that he had taken care of me last night.  Maybe I'd let him have the shower first since he had been so kind. 

I refocused my attention to the digital face of the alarm clock.  8:03.  I had woken up only minutes before the alarm I had set on my phone for 8:15.  Perfect.  I liked waking up naturally much better than to the loud beeping noise my phone made.  Even though I had only slept a few hours, I felt fairly well rested.  Being in a band taught you how to survive through sleep deprivation and manage to function properly with only a few hours of sleep here and there.  The key to everything was strategic napping, my friends.

I sat up and stretched my arms over my head, letting the navy duvet fall away from my body as my back made loud snapping and popping sounds.  It was the cold air on my skin that made me look down.  Oh dear Lord, why wasn't I wearing a shirt? 

"Shit shit shit," I mumbled as I peeled the sheets away from my body.  "No!  No, no, no…"I mumbled.  I was most definitely completely naked and I couldn't recall why.

Next step... and I was terrified of what I might find.

I turned my focus back to Haz.  It was obvious that he wasn't wearing a shirt, but most guys slept that way.  I studied his prone form for a few seconds.  He had one arm bent behind his head, supporting his neck and the other was thrown out to his side where I had previously been laying.  I had been cuddled up to him when I woke up, that now open arm had been snuggly wrapped around me.

I gently slid down the duvet from Harry's body… which slowly revealed the extent of his lack of clothes.  Yup, he was as I feared: totally in the nude too.  I would have been taken in by the flawlessness of his body but I was to busy freaking out.