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53

A soft knock wakes me up from my slumber. I manage to crawl out from Harry's arm and open the bedroom door.

"Hey, uh, can we talk?" Drew's soft voice asks. I nod and step into the hallway, squinting from the light. 

After closing the door, I follow him into the living room. We both sit at opposite ends of the couch, and I wait for him to explain why he's waking me up at 6 am. 

I also notice Audrey isn't in sight, implying she went to her room last night.

"I don't know what to do El," Drew's voice is raspy, layered in sleep. "When I woke up, she was gone. Why didn't she stay?"

"Maybe she just thought the couch was uncomfortable?" I suggest like it's the most obvious thing in the world. His shoulders sag, not appreciating my comment. "Okay, sorry. I just think you're reading too much into it. Besides, you guys need to figure your shit out before you get high expectations."

He seems to like my second answer more. He eagerly nods before stifling a yawn. 

"Get some sleep. I'm sure Audrey wouldn't mind you climbing in bed with her," I smirk, yawning back. 

I swear yawns are contagious. 

"Yeah, I don't think I want to be castrated..." he laughs. "I'll take the couch."

"Here," I go to the linen closet and pull out a thicker blanket. It's a little chilly and I don't want the poor dude to freeze to death. 

He thanks me and lays down on the couch. As I'm heading back to my room, he calls out my name. 

"Why did you say you only had two blankets, when you just pulled out a third?" 

Busted.

Instead of replying, I wink and turn off the light. He quietly chuckles behind me, making me smile. 

When I finally get back to Harry, he pulls me in tight, like he hasn't seen me in ages. It warms my heart because it's an involuntary response. He misses me, even in his sleep.

I try to sleep, but my head is flooded with thoughts. This is the first time I'm truly alone in silence.

My mind wanders to everything that's happened these past few weeks. 

My heart hurts for Niall. Even though he had a small crush on me, I still feel like I hurt him. I kinda led him on, even if it was unintentional. Like at the ball, he kept chasing after me. 

Even though he knew, I feel bad. I just hope he finds his own soulmate one day. Whoever she is will be a lucky girl.

Then there's Zayn. I'm appalled at his behavior. I know he's detached, but I never knew it was that serious. Maybe his choice made him the way he is? He did say he was engaged, so that proves he has the capability of love and emotions. 

Honestly, who's to say? As much as I hate to say it, I've only been a part of their lives for a couple of months. We don't really know each other.

Harry's phone repeatedly buzzes. 

"Harry," I groan, wanting him to shut it off. He hums in his sleep but doesn't wake up.

Annoyed, I feel around for the device. Once I find it, I go to silence it. 

Being nosy, I check to see who's contacting him so early in the morning. The contact name is listed as Manager. 

I debate whether to wake Harry up. If his boss is calling so many times, it must be important, right?