Home Is Where the Heart Is ~One Direction Story~

Chapter 19

Audrey's Date Night Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63314615

~Audrey's POV~

"Thank you so much for waiting with us," one of the girls says hugging me.

"No problem," I respond hugging the others. They wave goodbye as they get in their car. I smile to myself and go up to the room. I knock on the door since Harry was already up there and he answers it shirtless. Damn. I walk in and slide off my shoes. He sits on the other bed and goes on his phone, I look over at him, he looks kind of mad. "Are you okay?" I ask sliding off my tights.

"I had plans for tonight Audrey," he snaps and I'm kind of taken back by it. "And you had to ruin it by hanging out with those girls all fucking night!"

"Those were your fans Harry and you almost didn't even give them a second of your time. Do you not realize that they're the reason for almost everything you've done in the past year?" I yell. "They were outside in the cold, in the dark, in New York City, and they're no older than 15 years old!" I add. I slide on some sweatpants, take off my dress, and put on a tank top."I'm sorry I ruined your fucking plans but really Harry?" I ask stalking off to the bathroom. I wash my face, brush out my straightened hair, and brush my teeth. I walk out of the bathroom and I crawl in the other bed that Harry is not in. I'm really mad at him, he's just being selfish right now. I shut the light off and put my phone on the night stand. I lay there for I don't know how long, but I'm freezing. I roll out of bed, trip over one of my heels, and just go down to the ground. "Fucking shitty ass heels," I swear quietly kicking my heel out of the way.

"Are you alright?" Harry asks obviously still wide awake.

"I'm fine," I respond going to my suitcase and searching for my sweatshirt. "Where the fuck is my sweat fucking shirt? Damn it," I swear again having no luck finding my sweatshirt, I still continue to look though. I hear Harry get up, walk over, and pick me up. "Let me find my sweatshirt," I say wiggling around. He plops me down on his bed, lays next to me, pulls the covers over us, and then wraps his arms aound my waist. I swear he is like a furnace.

"Better?" He asks me and I nod. "Good, I'm sorry," he adds kissing my cheek.

"I'm sorry too," I say.

"Good night babe," he says pulling me closer. I still just lay there for a while, I think about home, Christmas, and what to get my little sister. I close my eyes and decide to attempt to fall asleep. Harry moves a bit and leans over me. "I love you Audrey," he says kissing my cheek again. "Good night for real." What. What. Holy shit. My eyes flutter open and I rolly over to face him.

"What?" I ask making sure I heard him right.

"You're awake," Harry responds awkwardly.

"Yes, I noticed, what did you say?" I ask again.

"Good night," he says rolling over. Nuh uh honey. I climb over him, force him on his back as I sit on him. "A bit demanding, aren't you?"

"I suppose," I smirk looking down at him. 

"I find that a tad sexy," he says pulling me down to him.

"Well, your demanding, sexy girlfriend knows what you said, since you won't repeat it," I whisper in his ear. "And I thought I would just let you know, that I love you too," I whisper again. He brings my face to his, and kisses me deeply.

"Well isn't that a relief," he whispers our faces very close. I love him.