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The drive back home was awkward. Even though I was drunk, I could notice the tension in the air. 

I don't even realize we aren't at my house or apartment until we pull into a big hotel. 

"This isn't my house," I laugh in amusement. Harry nonchalantly glances at me before pulling up to the front. He steps out of the car and hands the keys to the valet. I scramble to get out, but my hands don't coordinate. 

His tall frame walks over to my door and opens it. He proceeds to unbuckle me and helps me out the small car. Once I'm out, he keeps his grip around my waist, supporting me. I silently thank him for the gesture, knowing I wouldn't be able to walk by myself.

The valet smiles in amusement before seeing Harry's glare. He avoids my gaze and heads to the car. I'm dragged inside and into the elevator.

"Why didn't you drop me home?" I ask when the lobby is masked by the heavy steel doors.

He sighs and meets my eyes. I can sense the irritation on his face and honestly, I'm annoyed at the sudden change in tone. 

"You would wake up your whole house and your mum would kill both of us."

I laugh at the idea. I can see it now, me stumbling in and breaking a lamp. The flights would flicker on, and it would be Lily standing at the top of the staircase. Then, we'd get into a big argument and my mom would walk out, her flipflop ready in her hand to beat us. 

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Amusement twinkles in his eyes as he leans against the wall. 

"Hey!" I get defensive, yelling a little too loudly. "My head is not little." 

He chuckles and pulls me into a hug. I stay limp at first, but I feel my arms wrapping around him. I rest my head on his chest, grateful the mood has changed. 

I would not be able to deal with a cranky Harry. 

The door dings open and he entwines his hand in mine, pulling me to his room. 

"Why do you have a hotel if you're staying at my place?" 

We step inside the room and I'm not surprised it's a suite-style. It seems like a common trend in his life. 

"Well, I have to get away from you sometimes," he teases, letting go of my hand. I go straight for the bedroom, ready to sleep the night away. 

I climb into the freshly made bed after taking my shoes off. Harry walks in and raises his brow at me. 

"Ready to sleep already?"

I nod with my eyes closed. 

"Here." I feel something drop next to me. I reluctantly open my eyes to see a t-shirt. I close my eyes again, not having the energy to get up. "You're going to sleep in jeans?"

"I'm tired," I mumble. 

The next thing I know, the covers are pulled off of me and I'm pulled up to lean against the headboard. Harry urges me to lift my arms up and I do. He pulls my shirt off, leaving me only in my bra. 

He attempts to put his shirt over me, but messes up my hair in the process. He laughs at the sight of me, then successfully manages to get me covers. 

"Lie down," he instructs and I slide back down. His cold hands reach for my waistline and I flinch. "Sorry," he mumbles before continuing to undo my jeans. "Lift."

I lift my hips and manages to slide the jeans off. I pull the shirt down and contently sigh. Sleeping in jeans is not something I prefer. 

"Thank you," I whisper before falling into a deep slumber.