Directions

One - Dark

Cara's POV

I could just make out that smirk he always had plastered on his face in this dark, shitty hotel room, just lit by the soft moon outside the window.

It wasn't just us staying quiet tonight. I guess it was the rest of LA, too. I reached forward for him, trying to find the seam of his loose white v-neck, or maybe his long curls or even the swallows painted on his chest since you could always see them through this white shirt if you pay close enough attention.

His hand shot up and crushed mine into a fist in his big soft hand, the approach was quick and shocking, it honestly made me gasp. But it was always warm and gentle, something I can never get enough of.

"Shh, babe, stay quiet. They're still here." Harry whispered through my falling curls against my ear. His raspy accent intrigued me as kept my hand in his and I tried to lean forward to feel his complete comfort, but I knew he'd push me away if I was too fast.

"What's the-" I whispered back, assuming that our now touching foreheads would be close enough to be allowed to whisper a simple question. Of course not, it's always been Harry's way since we ended up like this.

He pressed his lips on mine after telling me to shut up for the fifth time, probably, and that way was always the only way it worked. Because with us, no was never an answer. His lips are always so soft and his kisses are barely there, but it drives me crazy in such a way that I can't tell him to stop when he takes advantage of my weakness for him like this.

I heard the door just click shut. It was almost a slam, like someone had walked out the door and threw it behind them slightly so it would shut when they walked away. Niall. He always closes doors like that, and it's only him in this room with Harry and I, so we should be fine now.

I pulled myself up off the awkward leaning position I had against Harry's kind-of-chest but kind-of-shoulders and forehead, and moved toward the bedroom door to find the light switch.

The bright light flicked on and revealed a casual looking Harry, staring at me like he was ready for something, anything, along with a dull pink comforter that looked like a beach towel that didn't match the navy blue floors, but did fit in with the tacky decoration of the room.

"Why are we staying in such a lifeless place?" I laughed at the room and walked around the bed placed right in the middle of the floor to shut the blinds that'd probably been collecting dust for a while now, then crawled across the bed and laid my head in Harry's lap.

"Everyone expects big." He sighed lightly and looked down at me with his green eyes that became my favorite color the first time I saw him and have grown on me more and more since then.

"I just want to relax. Were here for weeks!" He threw his hands up to gesture around the room, but really meaning LA, "I'd just like to lay low this trip, people don't see small coming from us." He smiled at me and ran his long fingers through my tangled light brown hair.

"I get it." I smiled and bit my lip, then leaned up on my elbows to kiss him once more. "But can I ask you something else?" I asked more quietly this time. Not because I'm afraid Niall of all people will hear, but because I'm afraid of the answer.

"What is it, love?" Harry's voice is always so smooth and lovely, every single time I want to ask him, his voice, his smile, his pink lips and those damn curls on his head make my throat swell and stop myself from saying it.

"Just, why do we have to stay quiet?" I asked, and figured I should be more specific when he furrowed his eyebrows together and his lips parted in a particular way that they always did when he wasn't sure how to answer, "about me and you." I shook my head a few times, sort of apologizing for not being clear

"Cara Devoir, I love you." He changed his facial expression to a bunch of different silly ones, waiting for my acknowledgment before he went on. I nodded and giggled at his efforts.

"It's only been a month. I don't need you getting hurt." He answered simply then crashed on his back into the cheap mattress we'd be sleeping in for the next week.

"But what about Niall, or Liam? Zayn and Louis? Do any of them know?" I rolled on my side, landing my head on his toned stomach and my hand just above his butterfly tattoo, my favorite one.

"If they haven't figured it out yet, they'll know soon enough my love, I promise." Harry kissed the tip of his index finger then placed it on my lips. It was a little weird looking, but it was sweet, just like he always is.

"Okay." I nodded and stood up, letting my hand trail down Harry's arm before it was gone and I made it to the wall where we laid our suit cases down when we came in, earlier.

I unzipped my big, black suitcase that held all of my unfolded clothes and chargers and other random things I threw in there last minute. Although I live in LA and it wouldn't be hard to run to my house and get things I needed this trip, I like to stay with Harry as much as I can while he's on tour because if I didn't, I'd never see him.

I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top and went to the bathroom to change, knowing that if I changed in the same room as Harry he would be down for too much, tonight.

When I walked back in the room, he was passed out. Of course. With the light on, in his skinny ass jeans and shoes still on, and not even in the blankets. I shook my head and laughed at him.

Harry has this weird ability to fall asleep in any given amount of time, no matter where he is, so I should've expected this, but at the same time, I kind of wanted to talk to him.

I took off his shoes for him at least, figuring he'd wake up later and realize he fell asleep in his clothes and he would get up and change.

I heard the door slam again from the living room, so I walked out to say good night to Niall, who I felt bad for because he has to sleep on the couch all the time since Harry swears he gets head aches when he sleeps on anything other than a bed, with me.

"Hey, Niall." I whispered when I walked out and turned off the light of the bedroom, not that it would make a difference with Harry's sleeping skills.

"Oh, hey Cara." Niall looked up from the TV remote and immediately dropped his confused expression, like the remote was printed in a different language.

"How has your day been?" I smiled and sat down next to him on the couch, mimicking his position of having his feet up on the glass coffee table.

"Tiring." Niall always seems like he's talking faster than normal people, even though I know he doesn't and it's just him. It's cute, though. His personality is great and I'm probably closest with him out of all of the boys, not including Harry, obviously.

"What about you, Care?" He usually shortens my name when he talks to me, even after a while of knowing him, it still throws me off sometimes.

"I'd be lying if I didn't agree." We both laughed and I stood up and took a few steps so I was in front of Niall and leaned down to give him a friendly hug.

"Just wanted to say good night. But get some sleep!" I ordered and smiled, pushing his shoulder as I stood up and made my way through the dark hotel back to the bedroom.

"Good night." He giggled and turned off the table side lamp when I was shutting the door.

I jumped on the bed and cuddled myself in under the cold sheets, then figured they weren't going to get warm anytime soon so I rolled closer to my passed out Harry and tried to fall asleep.