You Have Me

Ch.17

My mind feels fuzzy and it's getting uncomfortably warm. I'm not laying on the mattress, because I can still feel Harry underneath me, snorting softly. Okay, so Harry's a deep sleeper. His hands are still clasped and his cheek is still pressed against the top of my head. But I need to move because My neck is starting to cramp. I moved to get up and oh, I fucking wish I hadn't. My legs are sore on a whole new level and I think I may need surgery. I carefully and slowly untangle Harry's hands from my back and stick a pillow in my place on top of him. Harry doesn't even notice as he clings to the pillow and turns to his side.

Oh god he's so fucking adorable. And oh, I need drugs for my legs,

I pick up my robe from last night and tie it around myself. Oh god why did I run for that long, and why did I decide to have sex right after? Well not that I regret the sex part. It was nice, but the running? I'm an idiot.

"Hey guys I wa-" I turn around clutching the material from my robe. Liam's standing there wide eyed until he sees Harry and a small smirk appears on his face. Well, fuck me. Why don't they knock?! "Well I was going to ask Harry if he wanted to come out with me quickly, but he seems a bit recked." He finishes with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He chuckled quietly at my red cheeks. So not cool.

"Yeah, he's asleep," I shrugged trying to pick some of my dignity back off the floor. He laughs quietly eyes crinkling in the corners. He walked closer and ruffled my hair.

"Well maybe another time. Unless...." He looked up at me hopefully. I'm lost. What?

"Unless, what?"

"Would you go with me? We'll only be gone for a few hours and I'd really like some company?" Oh. So that's what he was going to ask. If I'd like to go with him. Would I want to go with him? Last time I went out I found out my father was dying, but if I don't go out with him, I'll just end up spending another day stuck inside. And I was not looking forward to that.

"Um, yeah. Okay. I'll go with you." I finished hesitantly with a small smile. Liam smiled his usual crinkly smile hugged me quickly.

"Great! Hurry on and get dressed. Meet me down stairs." He clapped his hands and skipped out of my room. I looked out the window and frowned. It was cloudy, and it looked cold. Completely different from the last time I was out. With a sigh and a grimace I walked over to my suitcase, I opened it up and pulled out black jeans (that I'm most likely going to have to squeeze painfully into) and a grey jumper. This'll have to do for now. I walked over to the bathroom and threw Harry's lucky beanie on and hopefully it'll be better luck this time. After my face looked normal-well as normal as it'd get- I walked over to the bed and smiled. Harry was clutching the pillow like his life depended on it. His bottom half still covered by the comforter and his hair a mess. A cute and soft mess. And if I was so content with Harry simply sleeping I knew I was in fucking deep with this pop star. With a final glance I sighed and walked out. I'd be back later. There was no need to miss Harry. Not that I miss him.

Because I don't. No. I really don't. Well....just a little bit.

I walked down and headed for the lobby searching for Liam. I looked around and found him by the food tabel, throwing handfuls of sugar into his coffee. How he stays in shape, I'll never know. He looks up while stirring and sees me. He throws an excited smile my way. "Beth!" He says excitedly. I chuckle and walk over to him. I take his mug and take a sip from it. The candy like coffee making my teeth ache.

"If you keep drinking your coffee like this, you'll eventually get diabetes," I joked handing him the red cup back. He shrugged and drank happily from his drink.

"It's so good, it's worth it. Ready?" I nodded. I highly doubt diabetes is worth anything.

"You say that now. And yeah, let's bounce." He laughed and after finishing his diabetes drink we began walking towards the back entrance. Three giant men waiting for us. They smiled and said their pleasant hellos before leading us back out to another expensive black car. And what is it with them and black cars? There are other colors to. Liam got in after me. He was reciting a story from before my accident laughing. And it sounds like I used to be fun and less confused. After thirty minuets, thanks to traffic we ended up on some back street called SugarPine. We walk out and I take a moment to thank the heavens above for allowing us privacy. No fans, no screaming, and no shoving. Harry's hat must already be working. It's cold outside though. Cold enough that I can still feel the chill through my sweater. I'm bouncing slightly on my feet trying to regain some semblance of warmth while Liam stops outside every window of every damn boutique. He's humming something that sounds suspiciously like one of their songs from their album, thumbing through a rack of postcards outside an empty shop.