My eyes fluttered open to find someone had laid a blanket on top of Harry and I. I breathed deeply and looked up at Harry, who still had his arms around me. His eyes were closed and he was breathing lightly. I smiled to myself, thinking how cute he was when he slept. I laid my head back down and looked across the aisle. Louis was watching a movie and Zayn was curled up, asleep. Louis looked over at us and winked. I rolled my eyes and a grin broke out across his face. I laid there for a few more minutes, trying to maybe go back to sleep, but I really wasn’t tired anymore. So, I decided to just snuggle up against Harry. It was sweet and perfect, that was, until my bladder decided all of the sudden it needed to be emptied. I groaned lightly to myself. It always seems like when you are content or relaxed; your bladder just HAS to ruin it.

I looked up at Harry again and bit my lip lightly. I REALLY had to go. I kissed his cheek lightly and his eyes slowly opened. He smiled when his eyes came into focus, “Hey, love.” Oh my God, I thought to myself, he has morning voice. His voice was low and rough but seductive. Some guys didn’t have attractive morning voice… But Harry? Oh, his was very attractive.

I smiled back at him, “Hey. I gotta go to the restroom.”

His arms tightened around me, and he smirked, “Um… I don’t think I’m going to let you get up.”

I playfully acted like I was shocked, “What? Why?”

He chuckled, “Because you’re the best cuddler ever.”

I poked his nose, “That’s too bad because I really have to go. Unless you would prefer I pee on you?”

His arms loosened and he let me free, “I’d rather you not,” he laughed.

I playfully hit his chest and he grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. Why did this boy have to be so damn sweet? I went to the small bathroom and did my business. I fixed my messy pony tail and headed back to my seat. Harry wasn’t there so I just sat down. I peeked at the boys in front of me. Niall was listening to his IPod and Liam was playing a game on his IPad. I tapped Liam’s shoulder and he turned to me and smiled, “Yes?”

I smiled back, “Would you happen to know how much longer we have to be on this dreadful flight?”

“Little less than an hour.”

My eyes widened, “Really? I didn’t think I had slept that long.”

He chuckled and I sat back in my seat. Harry came back, from the restroom I assumed, and sat down. I clutched my stomach as it growled. I hadn’t eaten all day. “I missed the meal, didn’t I?”

Harry smirked, “Yeah. I’m sure if you wanted we could get you some peanuts or something?”

My face turned to disgust, “No. I need real food.”

He smiled. Apparently, Louis’ movie had ended and he started making conversation with Harry. Not really listening to them, I turned and stared out the window. The rest of the time passed slowly but soon the pilot came on over the speaker, telling us to buckle up. Before I knew it, I saw the lights to the landing strip. The plane hit the runway and we all jerked forward. The plane came to a stop at the gate and the pilot told us it was safe to unbuckle and welcomed us to London. We all stood and got whatever bags we had in the over head compartments. We walked through the tunnel, making our way into Heathrow Airport. We got our bags and Paul led us to another black van that was waiting on us. Before we made it out, there were fans again, probably about 30 teenage girls. Instead of coming and asking for autographs and pictures, they just screamed and waved, probably aware of the fact that we were all tired. We packed into the van and made our way through the streets of London, which weren’t quite as busy since it was night, but was still packed with other cars.

My stomach growled again and I groaned. Harry turned to me, “Do you like McDonalds?”

My eyes grew wide and my mouth started to water, “YES.”

All the boys laughed and Harry asked Paul if we could stop by the drive through. We ordered our food and once we got it, I practically inhaled mine. By the time we all were finished, the van had pulled up to a gated community and I turned to Harry curiously. He picked up on what I was thinking, “This is where we live.”

My mouth dropped into an “O” shape, showing I understood. We drove through and my eyes widening at the sight of the buildings. They were about four stories high, built out of tan stone bricks. The architecture of them made me think of something you would see in Spain because of the arches and the long windows. The van pulled up in front of one of the buildings. The van door slid open and we all spilled out, taking our luggage. Harry led me to one of the doors, putting in a code. I turned to see the other boys going down the side walk to their own doors, disappearing into the night, except for Louis, who was coming up behind me. He slugged his arm around my shoulder, “Harry and I live together.”

I raised an eyebrow and Louis gave me a cheeky smile, “Don’t worry, babe. Larry Stylinson is currently on a break.”

I laughed and followed Harry through the open door. As soon as I stepped in, my jaw hit the floor. The room I walked in was spectacular. No, that was an understatement. The room was brick with a huge chandelier hanging. There were white couches sitting around a huge gas fire place. There were splashes of color from pictures on the walls and a huge bay window, making the room seem more open. There was a door to my right and I peeked in to see it was the kitchen. The walls were tan, with white paned windows on each wall, except for the one furthest. Instead it had a huge picture of lips in black and white. The cabinets were made of dark wood with tan counter tops. A square, glass table sat in the middle, with oddly shaped, round white chairs.

Harry turned to smile at me, taking my bag. My eyes were huge, “Oh. My. God.”

Louis laughed, “Nice, right?” I nodded and he continued, “You haven’t seen the rest yet.”

I began to shake my head, “This is… just wow.”

We went back out to the entry area and there was a door to my left, by the stairs. Louis opened it and sat his bags down, “This is my room.” Louis’ room was… interesting. The wall was vertically stripped with black and a weird brown color. A king sized bed sat in the room, with an interesting sparkly, silver smoky gray bedspread. There was another door next door, and it was open, revealing a bathroom. Nothing really special about it, except it was huge.

Harry began walking up the stairs and I followed behind. The walls changed from brick to white, with huge bay windows. There were another set of stairs going up. There was a furry, light blue rug in the middle of the room with a round, gray marble sided table. A white couch faced the staircases, with two arm chairs, one on each side. Purple pillows sat on the arm chairs.

Harry opened a door across the room and I followed him in. The walls were half white, half brick. There was a bed with two low hanging chandeliers by the bed. The bed had a cushion type head board, extending out further than the king sized bed. The bed had a white quilted bed spread with silver and purple pillows. The bed was facing a glass perimeter that went up to my chest, which overlooked the entry room to the house, which explained why the walls were half brick, half white.

I walked around the bed to see a door leading to the bathroom. The bathroom was large with a walk-in shower and a huge jet bath tub. The toilet was off in the corner. The room was white and decorated with purled towels and rug. I opened a door in the bathroom to discover a HUGE, and I mean HUGE, walk-in closet. I walked back out to see Harry sitting on the bed, smiling at me, “Do you like it?”

I just looked at him, “Yeah, it’s REALLY nice.” A little over the top, I thought to myself. “Is this your room?”

He nodded his head, “But I’m letting you sleep here until we leave for Holmes Chapel on Monday.”

Spending four days in London? I could handle that. I knitted my eyebrows together, “And where will you sleep?”

He shrugged, “On the couch.”

I rolled my eyes, “Um, no. I can sleep on the couch.”

Harry chuckled, “No, love. It’s fine.”

I crossed my arms and looked at him, “Harry, seriously. I’m not taking your bed. You’ve been away from it for a few months.”

I started to go back out the door and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bed. I began to protest when he started to tickle my side. Laughs of hysteria escaped from my lips. He grinned evilly the whole time, “Where are you going to sleep?”

I kept laughing, but tried to answer, “Fine.” I laughed again. “I’ll sleep on the bed.”

Harry’s hands stopped tickling me, but remained on my sides as he hovered over me. He was still smiling with a twinkle in his eye. Before I knew it, his lips had crashed against mine. The kiss wasn’t forceful or rough, but it sent sparks throughout my body, causing me to shudder in response. Harry chuckled against my lips, kissing me lightly one last time before pulling away, “There’s one last thing you haven’t seen yet.”

I looked at him confused as he got up and held his hand out to help me up. He pulled me off the bed, lacing his fingers through mine and leading me out of the room, up the stairs that were in the living room. The walls turned to brick again and the ceiling was shaped into a dome with wooden rafters, giving it an ancient feel. There was a projector screen on the wall, by the stairs, which was a home theater. A huge leather couch sat in front of the screen. There were no windows but there was a massive chandelier hanging from where the rafters came together. My eyes were huge, “Okay. This is just badass.”

Harry laughed, “Yeah… Some people think it’s a little over the top but why not live a little for once?”

I laughed to myself thinking of my though earlier. It’s like he read my mind, “I see your point.”

He turned around to me and took me in his arms, towering over me. I looked up at him and he was smiling, “So, you want to explore London tomorrow?”

Since it was dark, I hadn’t got to see much, except for the airport. I nodded my head but then a thought instantly popped in my brain, “We can’t really be seen alone together anymore, since everyone already thinks we’re together…”

He frowned and knitted his eyebrows together, “Why don’t we just tell them?”

My eyes bulged a little and I tried to recover my expression without him noticing but he already did. He took my face in his hands, “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, “I’m already getting so much hate already without us being out in the open… If we tell everyone, then I’m truly done for.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “I don’t care what they say. Ninety percent of the fans support me as long as I’m happy. You can’t listen to the other ten percent. Louis’, Liam’s and Zayn’s girlfriends went through the same thing but they just learnt to ignore it. The boys stuck by their sides and they have made it through. You can too, I know it. You are a strong person, Ari.”

He was right. They did it, and I’m sure I could too. Yeah, there were a lot of haters on Twitter, but then most really were supportive. As long as I had Harry, I know everything will work. I smiled up at him, “You’re right. You’re worth it.”

There was a glint in his eyes before his lips met mine. He held my face with both of his hands, and I stretched on my toes to reach his lips. I ran my hands through his curls and his tongue slide out, touching my lips for entry. I opened slowly and our tongues went to war for dominance. The kiss deepened and my knees began to turn to jell-o. I leaned into him and his arms went around my waist, holding me against him. CLICK. Harry and I broke the kiss and turned to the sound of the noise. Louis was standing at the top of the stairs with his phone, taking a picture. He was smiling a cheeky smile, “You guys ready to be official?”

I turned to Harry and he looked somewhat amused. I really didn’t know how I felt about it… Yeah, I was a little scared but we had already agreed on making it official, I just didn’t know it would be now. Harry looked down at me in his arms, “You sure you’re okay with it?”

I thought about it for a second and I turned back to Louis who was still standing there smiling. Weirdo, I thought. I nodded my head, “Go ahead.”

Louis’ face beamed with excitement and he started to jump up and down like a child, “I’m so bloody happy right now! It’s about time Harry gets serious.”

I rolled my eyes. Louis began typing at his phone and looked up at us, “Check Twitter.” He winked and walked back down the stairs.

I took my phone out of my pocket, as did Harry, and went straight to Twitter. The first thing that popped up was a picture of Harry and me kissing. The description was:

@Louis_Tomlinson: Its official, ladies. 4/5 of One Direction is taken! Aren’t they just adorable? Xx

Harry chuckled and I smiled, “No turning back now.”

He kissed me on the cheek, “Nope. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Notes

So Directioners!

What did you think about Louis pushing them into making it official right then?

Is it about freaking time or would you have waited?

Stuffs about to get interesting ;) Thanks for reading! Xx