Meant To Be 14:
We had fun all afternoon. We went swimming, tanned, and laughed until 7:30, when we had dinner reservations. After that, it started storming, so we went home. I was kinda afraid of thunder. It always scared me, unless i was with someone else. That night, I lay in bed for 2 hours, listening to the storm get worse. Finally, I couldn't take it. I claimed out of bed, and opened the door. I took the key card and silently pressed it into the boys suite, then went into Harry's room. He was shirtless and sleeping, and he was adorable. "Harry?" I nudged him softly. He stirred, then opened his eyes halfway. "Hmm?" he asked. "Can I um... Sleep with you?" I said, sounding ridiculous. "Wha? oh of course, babe." I smiled then untucked the sheets. I slid under the covers, and cuddle next to his chest, savoring every last bit of Bleu of Chanel.
Harry's POV: [Same night]
The thunder clapped outside, practically shaking the walls. I thought i heard footsteps, but i was probably just kidding myself. Suddenly, the door squeaked open, and Layla walked in. "Harry?" she asked me in her sweet voice. I groggily opened my eyes, and saw she was wearing a t shirt and boy shorts. "Can I uh... Sleep with you?" She sounded nervous and scared. "Sure babe!" I said, and scooted over. She burrowed under the covers, and a giant clap of thunder blew though through the room. She cuddled up next to me, and I smelt the last remains of her honey-raspberry shampoo.
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Meant To Be
FanfictionLayla is an American girl sent away to London for a dance contract with only her wallet, dance shoes, and a dream. She expects to find a story worthy of a biography, but what she gets is a story for Hollywood. Things get out of hand, featuring a boy...
