You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 11

"There is a house built out of stone. Wooden floors, walls and window sills. Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust. This is a place where I don't feel alone. This is a place where I feel at home. And I built a home, for you, for me." - To build a home Cinematic Orchestra

_________________________________________________________________

As promised! Second chapter of the day...

_________________________________________________________________

*Alaska's POV*

I awoke the next morning feeling slightly cheery. I was still a little tired, but at least I got in some sleep before the flight today. My heart sank at the thought of leaving the country. It wasn't ideal. Especially if it meant being so far from my mom. I mean, I'm all that she has.

I stood up and stretched my body, feeling a slight uncomfortable pang between my legs. My eyes snapped open as the memory of last night. Was it a memory? Or was it just a dream?

I shook my head. Of course it was just a dream. I wouldn't let Harry do what he did. I wasn't entirely comfortable with him yet. The dream, however, was amazing. I've never ever felt so electric in my life. The way his touch made me feel. Oh... his lips.

I blushed as my core throbbed, the mere thought of him turning me on.

I pushed the dirty thoughts out of my head and took a quick shower. I don't know how I'll be able to look Harry in the eye after the dream I had. I know it's not like he can read my thoughts and know what I dreamt about, but I would know. And it was embarrassing to know that I've had such a dream about him.

After the shower I dressed comfortably for the flight. I decided on wearing some black tights and a white sports crop top. I wrapped my wet hair up in a messy bun and threw on a grey sports jacket, leaving the zip undone.

I quickly packed the little things I had strewn around the room and slung my bag over my shoulder. I walked downstairs and saw a couple of suitcases packed in a pile by the front door. I threw mine on top of the others and headed towards the kitchen.

Everyone was already awake and was eating breakfast. Looks like I wasn't the only one who had decided on dressing comfortably for the flight as the majority of the guys decided on wearing sweats or basket ball shorts.

As I entered the kitchen everyone grew silent. Harry was standing behind the stove as usual, cooking breakfast. "Morning." I piped softly, not able to look at Harry without blushing from the dream.

"M-morning." Louis sputtered, trying to hold in laughter. I raised an eyebrow, confused as to what was so funny. "How did you sleep?" Niall asked, also trying to bite back laughter. "Uhm... fine?" I answered, unsure of what was going on.

"Are you sure you even got any sleep in...?" Liam asked jokingly glancing at Niall. "I struggled to fall asleep, but once I did I slept well." I answered as Harry piled some bacon on my plate. "Thanks." I mumbled.

"It didn't sound like you were sleeping all that well..." Louis started, but got punched in the ribs by Niall. Okay... What the hell was going on?

Everyone accept Harry and Zayn where trying to hold back a laughter that looked like they just saw the funniest thing on earth. "Okay... What's funny?" I asked, glaring at the three of them who were acting like children.

Liam burst into laughter, not able to control it anymore. "We uh... We found something of yours." Louis snickered gesturing for Niall to show me. I saw Harry freeze and tense up.

Niall felt in his pants pocket and pulled out a lacy baby pink fabric that looked all too familiar. My eyes widened as I realised that they where my panties. Niall and Louis burst into laughter along with Liam, unable to control the pain in their stomachs anymore.