Life With One Direction

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Mary's Point of View

I woke up from a comfortable sleep and rolled over to find myself in my own bed, not remembering how I got there.

Opening my eyes, I saw what had made me so happy and what had been one of my main worries over the past two years watching me with a smile.

"Hey babe," he said in his sexy morning voice as he went in for a kiss. I pulled back and he pouted.

"Morning breath," I chided him with a grimace.

"Don't care," he growled playfully.

"Ha ha," I laughed sarcastically.

"What's the time?"

"Half past eleven."

"What? Oh shit we're late!" he exclaimed, quickly stumbling out of bed.

"Late for what Harry?"

"We've got a meeting with Simon and quarter past twelve!"

"Why am I only hearing this now?" I jumped out of bed freaking out.

"Urgh! I'm never late to anything and the times I rarely am, it's for meetings with Simon-bloody-Cowell!"

"It's alright Em, calm down!" Harry held into my shoulder and rubbed them to soothe me. "Just get ready and we'll be on our way. Come to my apartment when you're done," he pecked my cheek then left, calling out a goodbye to Lou.

I quickly rummaged through my luggage and found some decent clothes to wear since I hadn't bothered unpacking yet. I grabbed them and ran to the bathroom, setting the temperature of the water before I started stripping.

I quickly washed my hair, shaved my legs and did all the shower mojo, not having time to do my usual 'thirty-minutes-of-standing-there-with-a-blank-expression-on-my-face-thinking-about-life' thing.

Getting dressed, I ran out of the bathroom like a madwoman with Louis cracking up at me. I didn't even have time to say anything, it was already midday and it's a ten minute drive to SYCO. So I flipped him the bird. Which - of course - only made him laugh so much harder.

Leaving my hair as it was with loose ringlets falling softly down my back, I grabbed my phone and sprinted out of the apartment and started hammering on Harry's door.

Usian Bolt would be proud.

"It's open!" he called out.

I sauntered in and saw him just getting out of the shower, the towel around his waist the only thing keeping his decency.

"Harry! We- I- You- you've got five minutes to get dressed! Come on! We're late!"

He laughed and pulled on his boxers under his towel and started getting dressed in front of me.

Not even the sight of my boyfriend's magnificently overwhelming, drool worthy torso... Oh who am I kidding, it did distract me. A little bit.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Haz laughed.

I resumed pacing, muttering under my breath about how I hated being late and scheduled meetings and such were there for a reason.

"You're cute when you're frustrated," he laughed again at my expense.

"Then I'm about to get real fucking adorable!"

Harry was nearly on the floor laughing, bent over and clutching his stomach. I pouted which only made it so much worse.