Soft Side

Chapter thirty

"I am never drinking that amount again" Louis grumbles, rubbing his head as he stays sat on the sofa, his eyes closed and a mug of tea in his hands. Zayn laughed softly gently nodding in agreement as he takes two pills, hoping to call the raging headache he now endured.

"I really don't want to go and do this whole recording thing today... can't we just sleep?" Niall grumbles as he lays on the sofa clutching his head. Niall had drunk the most last night, having far too much fun.

"Yeah we do" Liam grumbles as he rubs his forehead, looking around. "Where's Harry? Gareth is coming in a minute" he sighs, whining as he stands up. He left the room, walking across the hall and knocking. No answer. "Harry we need to- Oh for fucks sake!" Liam screams in horror as his eyes see the last thing he wanted to see. Myself on my hands and knees with Harry rocking behind me. A loud moan leaving my mouth that was buried into a pillow while a groan left Harry's mouth.

Liam's body turned, walking straight back into the room opposite to where the boys were sitting. He walked straight past, opting for the furthest corner with his face as white as a sheet. "I thought last night was a dream, now I know it was real" he whispers while the picture burns into his mind. His body was rocking back and forth, in hopes of taking the vision from his mind.

"Mate we all heard it don't worry" Louis laughs as he groans again as his head. We weren't people to hide it.

The door opened and Becky walked in. She walked quietly past everyone and sat in the corner with her blanket and her laptop. She began typing away, presumably for work. She didn't say a word, not even good morning. I'm assuming it's because of what happened last night. The door reopened to reveal myself and Harry. He was in boxers and a smug look, I had my pants on with his T-shirt on my body. A loud wolf whistle was heard from the room as Zayn and Louis clapped.

Becky groaned at the sound as I walked further into the room and plopped on the sofa beside Harry, his lips pressing to mine and his hand running up my leg with a smirk. "Alright I don't think we need a porn show" Louis laughed as Liam covered his eyes quickly. I smirk with a laugh, rubbing my face as I smuggle into him. That's when Gareth walked in, raising his eyebrows at the hungover faces around him. "My head hurts so bad" Louis grumbles as Gareth shakes his head.

"Quiet. Most of you can't even drink over here so I don't know what this is about" Gareth states.

"I wish I had an excuse" Louis moans, rubbing his face in hatred of alcohol. He could legally drink here. Nobody else could so how they managed to get so drunk I will never know. I look over at Becky, cuddled with Niall, still on her laptop as he plays with her hair, twisting it around his finger happily. I grab my phone, snapping a photo and sending it to her, without saying a word.

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I sipped my coffee whilst sat on the sofa beside Liam, who seemed weird around me this morning. Harry kisses my lips softly with a smirk as he walks into the studio. His top came flying over his head as he slid the headphones on, the music playing in our section of the room as Liam's eyes widen at the lyrics. Then I heard him mumble, 'after this morning I can't sing this song anywhere now without that disturbing image'.

He had caught us earlier. That's why he was so weird.

I shrug it off, having nothing to be ashamed of. Harry's lyrics flowed through the studio as he smirked to me, his hips swaying as he sang. I heard Louis wolf whistle as Harry came back in. I don't know what had come over us but we were now better than ever. All we seemed to do was sleep together and spend time together, but I had nothing wrong with that at all. Harry's lips pressed straight to mine as he lifted me up, placing me on his lap with my back to his chest. He kissed my shoulder softly, pressing a delicate kiss to my back, hands running up and down my thighs as he chuckles in my ear.

Liam jumped into the booth to sing his part, grumbling when he sang the lyrics. He grimaced at a particular line, his mind playing the sight of his two best friends having sex both last night and this morning. This was the last thing he wanted to see and now he had to sing about it. The tour they were thinking of for the album would feature this song meaning not only would he have to sing it now, but every night of the next tour.

Brilliant.

Once everybody had sung their parts, the song was mixed together and there came the new song for the album. It was an amazing song, one that they had helped write but was mainly written by Harry, about our relationship and the nights we spent together. They had named it;

Better than words.

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"What's wrong with Becky?" Harry asks as we sit at a table in a cafe in the American high street. "She's been really off lately" he says as he sips his drink.

I shrug, "she's acting almost how pregnant people do" I mumble, looking at him worried. She was cranky, she was sleepy, she was hungry. Something was wrong. Harry shook his head in disagreement, causing me to continue. "She's got the big hoodie thing going. She's not worn anything right fitting since we arrived in she's come back from work. To top it off, I've never seen that girl each much chocolate and since yesterday she's got through two huge bars" I mutter as Harry shrugs.

"Who would she have even slept with?" He questions, taking a bite of his muffin. As I shrug my shoulders.

"I have no idea, although her and Niall have been incredibly close lately, I'm worried that they may have taken this whole fake dating thing too far" I say softly as Harry's lips curve upwards.

"You'd support her though right?" He smiles as I nod quickly.

"Of course I would! She's my best friend, I'd do anything to support her" I say softly with a smile. "But thinking about it, she can't be, she drank wine with me last night, unless she only found out this morning... I don't know..." I shrug, sipping my coffee as I look at the beautiful man before me, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses.

"Come on" he says softly, standing up and grabbing my handbag in one hand and my hand in the other, walking out with me and walking down the street towards the taxi rank before us.

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I grabbed a bottle of wine from the table as I sat with Becky in my hotel room. This was not becoming a habit I swear. Harry had been called to the studio once again to finish some vocals for another song on the album, leaving me and Becky alone with a drink.

I pour a glass, watching Becky pour her own one. "Becky what are you doing!" I question as she looks at me like I was a four headed alien.

"Having a drink? I know I had one yesterday but I'm an adult?" She says slowly as I shake my head, grabbing her glass from her.

"No you can't! What about the baby!" I say softly, pointing to her tummy. Her face contorted into a strange face before bursting into laughter. "What?" I question confused, cocking my head to the side slightly as she continues to laugh.

"You really think I'm pregnant? No fucking way" she laughs, wiping her eyes as tears of laughter start to fall. "Woah" she breathes out, calming down. "Soph I drank with you yesterday, where has this come from? I'm on my period you absolute freak" she laughs as my cheeks turn rosy in embarrassment. "Where the hell has this come from? Who could I even be pregnant by anyway" she laughs as I shrug.

"I don't know, maybe you and Niall took this whole relationship too far?" I sat quietly as she laughs again, taking the glass of wine back and sitting on the bed with the my remote in her hand.

Well I was wrong...