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Take 24 - Does He Know - Part 5

A/N: Please comment as you read. It really means a lot to me.

I walked in to see Harry staring at the rest of his band. It didn’t surprise me that all of the four guys were glued to the television. Niall and Zayn were apparently playing an epic battle of who could stack up the most kills.

Looking at them, I hid a smile and walked over to take Harry’s hand.

“Shoot that guy,” Liam yelled. “He’s right there—NO!”

A unanimous sigh over Niall’s poor gaming skills resounded throughout the room. He threw the controller on the table. “Cami was right, this game sucks.”

Zayn laughed. “You just don’t have the skills.”

Niall snorted. “Please, I was so ahead of you. Look at my kill count.” He pointed to the screen. “I’m ahead by twenty.”

“Sure,” Zayn said. “You’re also dead, so in a moment I’ll overtake your count. Which means: I win.”

“No you won't…” Niall lunged for Zayn’s controller while Zayn tried to fend him off.

“That’s not fair,” Zayn complained. “You’re cheating!”

They began to play-fight, and I found it to quite amusing.

Harry tugged at my hand at gestured to his room. I nodded in agreement, and he pulled me along. Once inside, I let go off his hand and stepped out of his reach. If he thought I’d let him get away with the stunt outside the door, then he was terribly mistaken.

I looked around this room. It was right next to mine, but I hadn’t actually seen it yet. It was just as gorgeous as the green room, but it was held in a navy blue tone instead. His king-sized bed was made, and I was surprised to see his clothes stacked neatly inside his suitcases.

“Planning to leave?” I asked.

He laughed and scratched his head. “Actually, it’s a habit. I never stay long in one place, so it’s been a necessary when we were on tour.”

“Cute…” I ran my fingers along the edge of his desk. “Do you always stay in this room?”

“Yeah, it’s easier that way. Then we don’t have to fight over the rooms.”

“Won’t Louis be mad I took his room then?” I stopped and turned to face him.

Harry shook his head. “I’ve already talked it over with him. He’s cool with it. I told him about the break-in and such…”

It unnerved me slightly that Louis knew about that. It wasn’t like it was a secret, but wouldn’t he jump to conclusions if he already knew about my identity?

“Oh…” I averted my eyes, trying hard not to look at the bed. “You two talk about everything?” I tried to sound casual.

He laughed. “Sure… he’s my best friend. We don’t keep secrets from each other. That’s why I told him how I felt about you, and he gave me the advice to tell you.”

I sat down on the bed. “I’m glad you did. Tell me, I mean.” I smiled.

In three long strides, he walked over to stand in front of me. “I’m glad too.”

I took his hands, looking up at him. “What happens next then?”

He shrugged. “Whatever we want to, I guess.” His fingers played with mine, the smallest of touches sending sparks up my arms. “I’m going to take you out on a date in the nearest future. And not like when Zayn set us up, but one specially planned for you.”