Saving the Hero (a One Direction fanfic)

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Chapter 24-Crumble

***Erin’s point of view***

I start gaining consciousness and my eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light. I smile to myself, feeling absolutely happy for no reason really…that is until I remember where I was.

My eyes focus on the back of Harry’s mop of curls and that explains everything. I’ve always felt on top of the world every time I slept next to him-something I secretly wished happened more but it was too risky for it to become a regular thing in our lives.

As soon as my eyes become clear, the sleep washing off, my other senses come to me and I realize the position I was in.

Harry was curled to his side, his back facing me and I was on my side as well, facing him. My arm looped around his naked waist, hugging his stomach and his arm was on top of mine, our fingers intertwined. I wonder why I didn’t wake up from the action, I usually would. But I just felt so comfortable, that was probably why.

I bite my lower lip as my heart starts to beat faster at the sight of our position, my body pressed tightly against his. Finger after finger I let my hand go of his and slip my arm off his body. When I was free I carefully sit up and run a hand through my hair. Trying to settle the reaction I had to our touch. It was the most bizarre thing.

“Mornin’, love,” I hear and quickly turn to Harry who turns his body to face me, a smile wide across his pink lips.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” I ask him, my hand reaching out to brush a strand of curls out of his face in instinct.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say this isn’t a nice way to wake up,” he comments, ignoring my question and I roll my eyes at him.

“That was exceptional, you were drunk. I only sleep beside you when you get into trouble,” I tell him.

“Or vice versa,” he replies.

“Appears so.”

“I’d have to get into trouble more often,” he says, pursing his lips into a fine line and nodding his head as if making a firm decision and I lift my fist and hit him lightly on the arm.

“Ow!”

“Don’t say that!” I reprimand. “But really, how are you feeling?”

“I’ve got a headache,” he replies obediently.

“Well you were absolutely smashed last night,” I tell him and he sighs, remembering then his face lights up.

“You got my clover, yeah?” he asks with excitement and I nod.

Harry’s phone starts to ring and he jumps out of the bed, grabbing his jeans from the floor and retrieving the mobile from his back pocket.

“Hello?” he says, taking the call.

“Oh hi Paul….somewhere…no I’m not in a random girl’s room!” he goes and then turns to wink at me, I stick my tongue out at him. “An interview? Today? But I thought we had a day off!....Oh…I guess it can’t be helped then…yeah I guess it’s okay…….what? really?....no, no, I’ll go to Erin now, I’ll tell her!...Yeah we’ll be down in a while…yep, bye,” he finishes then hangs up. He turns to me with a twinkle in his eye and I look at him with caution, knowing something was up.

“Why did Paul call you?” I kick off.

“Paul says we have an interview by Sugarscape today which will last for about a half hour then we’ll have the rest of the day off,” he tells me and I nod. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.