Harry kept explaining a few things about what they have coming up. He explained more about the movie that would be in 3D, and another book they plan on writing."Nobody knows anything about it, so keep it quiet," he said while smiling down at me.

I just smiled back, not saying anything. I just don't want to say anything. I already feel horrible. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, once again. As he leaned in, I got a whiff of his cologne again. I ran my hand through his curly hair and playfully bit his bottom lips. His body shivered and his kisses grew more hungry.

Harry's lips traveled down to my neck, lightly sucking. I pulled his shirt off, surprised that he allowed it.

He crushed his lips back to mine, making my heart race and my stomach go crazy with butterflies. His mouth moved to my ear lightly grazing my ear lobe, "We aren't going that far, love."

Disappointment went through me like a knife, "Why?"

He smiled at my words and kissed below my ears, whispering against my skin, "Like I said yesterday, I don't want to take advantage of you. I like you too much."

Most girls would be delighted at that, but not me. It just proves my theory. I was getting in too deep, but I have to do it. I smiled devilishly, "We don't have to go all the way."

He laughed and grinned before crushing his lips back against mine, continuing the steamy kisses. One hand traveled down my waist to the hem of my shirt, while the other cupped my face. His fingers raised my shirt slightly, running his fingertips along my stomach, making my shiver. Oh how I love his touch! I nibbled on his lip again, making him go wild. He pulled my shirt off, leaving me in my black, lacy bra. His lips traveled down to my stomach, leaving a trail of kisses up my body. He lightly kissed the skin my bra left exposed. Harry's lips came back to mine and he cupped my breast. "Hey, Harr-.. Oh my God. Shit. I-I-I'm sorry, mate."

Harry and I jumped apart from each other, me grabbing my shirt to hide my bra. We saw Louis standing in the door way, looking totally shocked and embarrassed. "I should have knocked, mate."

Harry laughed awkwardly, "Uh... Lou.. Can you, uh, go away please?"

Louis shook his head, clearly still in shock, "Sorry."

He turned and left, shutting the door behind him. Harry turned to me, "Sorry, love."

I smiled slightly, while putting my shirt back on, "It's fine. I should be going anyway."

He turned to look at the clock by the bed: 10:14 p.m. "Okay. I'll see you later," he kissed me on the lips lightly, but still making me feel giddy inside. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and smiled. I got off the bed and headed to the door. I went through the living room and saw Louis sitting on the couch with Liam. Liam smiled, "See ya, babe."

I smiled back and turned to leave when Louis jumped off the couch, "Hey, Aria... Um, can we talk for a sec?"

I looked at him curiously, "Sure."

He led me out into the hall of the hotel room, making sure the door was shut before he turned to me,

"Listen, I am quite sorry for barging in on you and Harry like that."

I laughed lightly, "It's okay. I'll see you later."

"Wait. I know you and Harry are somewhat serious, if he hasn't done anything with you yet and keeps inviting you over."

"How do y-..." I'm sure Harry has told him about what we have and haven't done, "We aren't anything, though."

Louis laughed unamused, "Yeah, if you aren't anything, he wouldn't have invited you to Christmas with him. Listen, sweets, Harry is my best mate and I can't have you playing him. I know he seems like the player but the poor kid is just looking for the one. He might just seem like he a cheeky teenage chap but he's deeper than that. Take this seriously."

I nodded and he smiled, "Thanks, love," he hugged me slightly and went back inside his hotel room.

So, basically, Harry isn't a player and Louis is afraid that I am going to hurt him... He's not that far off. This really doesn't help my situation.

The somewhat funny thing is, when the words "We aren't anything" came out of my mouth, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I did want to be with Harry but I also wanted to keep my job and stay in New York. My bitch of a boss just has to make my life more complicated than needed.

-The next day-

I woke up with the worst headache of my life. My nose was runny and my body was achy. Dragging myself out of bed was not an option for me. I decided to just call in sick and die. Would be so much easier, wouldn't it?

I laid in bed, using tissue after tissue and cuddled with Lizzie. At one point, I began to fall asleep when my call box buzzed. I groaned but just laid there. A minute passed and it buzzed again. Fuck. I climbed out of bed, still in my pajamas and my bed head, and practically crawled to the call box. The whole way I was mumbling things like, stupid cock sucking, son of a bitch.

I pushed the button and spoke with a voice that didn't sound like me, "Who is it?"

"It's Harry."

I groaned. Really? Why can't I just be left alone for one fucking day? I also looked like total shit! I leaned my head against the wall, feeling a little dizzy from standing.

I pushed the button again, "Go awaaaay," I groaned.

"I have soup, tissues, and medicine?"

Without another word I pushed the button to unlock the door. I opened the door before he got there and dragged myself to the couch and flung my body down. I seriously thought I was going to die. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a chuckle when he entered the room. Then I heard a door shut. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see Harry's reaction to my ugly appearance and the light only made my head hurt more. I heard plastic bags being set on the coffee table then I felt someone sit beside me, his hand running across my messy hair, "I'm not even going to ask if you're okay, because your appearance tells it all."

I could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh. Without words, I raised my hand and flipped him off, he laughed. Harry left the room, and I wasn't too sure where he went. A few minutes later, he came back and sat down by my dying body. He begin to dig through the plastic bags, "Here," he said lightly.

I opened my eyes to see him holding a glass of water and two pills, "One is for you're headache and the other is for your cold."

I sat up a little, taking the pills and downing them with water, "Thanks. How did you know I was sick?"

He took the glass from me and sat it on the table, "I went to your office to take you to lunch and your friend, Suzan, told me you had a cold."

I laid back down and closed my eyes, "Oh. Thanks, that was very sweet of you."

He chuckled, "How about you lie down in your bed instead? This couch will really fuck up your back."

"No," I groaned, "It makes my head hurt worse when I stand or open my eyes."

I could almost hear the smile in his voice, "Okay... Then you won't stand."

He began to sneak his arms under me and before I knew it, he was holding me in the bridal position. In any other circumstance, I would have freaked out, but I felt too much like shit to even breath, let alone fight with Harry. He carried me into my room and laid me on the bed, pulling the blankets up around me.

He kissed my forehead, "I'll leave you alone now."

"Wait," I clung to his shirt, "How did you know where I lived?"

He laughed, "You text me the address when we went out on our first date, remember?"

I let go of his shirt, "Ooooh yeaaah." I creeped open my eyes to catch a look at Harry. He was looking down at me with those sweet, sweet eyes. His smile was slight, but enough to show off his dimples,

"Don't leave me," I whined after closing my eyes again.

"I have to. I told the boys I would have dinner with them after I dropped off your stuff."

I opened my eyes to look at the clock by my bed: 3:49. I hadn't realized it was so late. "But if I die or something, nobody will know and I'll just lay here dead for days," I whined, being a little over dramatic.

"That won't happen, love," he chuckled. "But if it would make you feel better, I will stay."

I smiled. "Reaaaally?"

"Yes," he smiled back.

He took out his phone, canceling, I assumed and then climbed into bed beside me, and cuddled up against me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his lips to my ear, "Go to sleep, love," he said with his thick accent.

He began to hum lightly and I drifted to sleep. Let's just say, it was the best sleep I had gotten in awhile.

Notes

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