Always In My Heart, @HarryStyles

nine

HARRY

    I pulled my black skinnies over my legs while my upper thighs and bum ached in pain. I howled as I did, the pain and soreness so excruciating. Louis simply just looked over at me, laughed, then rolled over in bed.

"This is your fault, you arse." I groaned heading to the bathroom. I could hear Lou rolling with laughter as I left, as if my pain was funny to him. I brushed my teeth and styled my hair just enough, even though I knew the hairdressers at the studio would fix it for me. I could hear Lou start to snore again in the other room, and I rolled my eyes.

"Hey boo?!" I called out loudly and I heard the sheets ruffle around. "Yeah?" He said back in a tired, groggy voice. I grinned to myself after hearing it, he was always so cute in the mornings. "Were gonna be late!" I said to him, peaking out of the bathroom to see him still wrapped up in blankets in our bed. He looked at me with tired, drooping eyes and got up, exposing his legs and crotch that laid under his gray sweats.

I felt my eyebrows lift up at the sight of his morning wood, and laughed a bit. He looked at me with pleading eyes then back down at his little friend, as if to indicate, 'Help me out, mate?'. I shook my head and waved a finger in response, "Not after what you did to me last night, ya fucker. I'm still sore." His face dropped and he mopped to the bathroom, looking sad and worn out. "Fine." He spat out, putting his toothpaste on his toothbrush.

I slightly limped back over to my closet and pulled out a white t-shirt. I scowled at it, like I did everyday, for I absolutely hated the look management made me wear. I wanted something more colorful, more out there, but I knew deep down it wouldn't be until after the band broke up that I would have to do that.

I sighed at the thought, when would that happen? Could Louis and I make it through a band breakup? I quickly tried to think about something else, not wanting to get emotional before our last London interview for the next couple months.

"Lou?" I called out to my boyfriend as he did his hair in our bathroom mirror. "Yes babe?" the Doncaster lad said back, turning his head to flash me a quick smile. "Want some breakfast before we go?" His eyebrows furrowed as if he was in deep thought. I chuckled. "It's just breakfast, boo. No need to get your panties in a wad."

A hurt look flashed across his face, but I knew he was just being playful, because I knew Lou well. "Fine. If your making it." He said with a shrug and returned to facing the mirror, extremely concerned about his caramel colored locks. I rolled my eyes and left our bedroom, making my way to the kitchen.

I quickly called Liam on the way down, knowing he would be the only one of the boys, other than us,  awake. Niall and Zayn liked to sleep until the last second, which was usually what I preferred as well, but Louis takes so long to get ready and always needs to eat breakfast (or else he's in a bad mood all day), so we have to get up every morning at the ass crack of dawn. Sometimes earlier if we want to get a quickie in.

    "Li?" I said into the phone as it stopped ringing. I heard him yawn through the speaker. "Yeah." He said with his tired voice, even though I had known for a fact he had been up for hours. "What time do we have to be at the studio?" I questioned, looking around our kitchen for ingredients for breakfast. "Ahhh..." Liam trailed off, "Like 9:45?" I nodded, forgetting Liam couldn't see me do that, and quickly responded with, "Ok! See you then." I was about to hang up when I heard one more thing come from the boys mouth.

"Oh and Haz?" He questioned, and he took my silence as a means to continue, "Don't be late." I laughed into my phone and pressed the red 'end' button. He was right, Louis and I always tended to be late.

    I decided to cook bacon and eggs, something easy and filling. I made sure to make a cappuccino with foam and extra caramel for Louis with our fancy new coffee maker that made anything from normal coffee to lattes. I made a latte for myself and put the coffees in our matching 'his and his' coffee mugs.