PIPER'S P.O.V.

I awoke abruptly with a sharp intake of air, lifting my head up as much as I was allowed by the large arm wrapped around my torso, weighing me down. Oh, right. I realized where I was. I laid my head back down and let my eyes wander over to the lightly snoring man next to me. His hair was a wreck, standing up all over the place, small pieces littering his relaxed forehead. His lips were parted slightly, allowing him to breathe as he laid on his stomach. His arm resting across me was the one with the most tattoos, in fact it was covered with random markings. I studied them, lightly running my fingertips over them which caused him to stir a bit. I wasn't trying to wake him up but I secretly wanted him to, although it was nice to just watch him sleeping so peacefully. Without opening his eyes, he wrapped his arm around me tighter, pulling me toward him, turning me to face him before resting his head above my collarbone. I rubbed my left hand on his back, lightly scratching it which triggered a playful moan from Harry before he started kissing my neck, his eyes finally opening.

"Good morning, Piper."

He lifted himself on top of me, holding himself up in a push-up position. His green eyes were still squinted from sleep but I couldn't help but laugh at the grin on his face or the morning wood against my hip. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on my nose before pushing up and rolling over, pulling the covers off of him so he could search for our necessary clothing. He walked over to his suitcase, pulling out a fresh pair of boxer briefs, dark grey this time. He pulled them on followed by some loose gym shorts before finding my belongings. I sat up in bed, holding the sheets over my bare body, as he tossed my bra and underwear onto the bed, both found on different sides of the room. I slid the panties under the sheets before slipping them on and put my bra on soon after, not really trying to hide anything from Harry. It's not as if it was private with him anymore. When I was done, I pulled the sheets off of me completely and hopped out of bed.

"Here, you can wear this so you don't have to put your dress back on."

He grabbed a black v-neck tee-shirt and pair of dark red sweat pants and placed them on the corner of the bed before walking towards the bathroom.

"Thanks," I smiled a bit wildly when he had turned away, stepping into the sweats and pulling them over my hips.


*********SONG: Pass Me By- by R5*************


They were definitely too long on me so I rolled the waist band a few times. I heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on as I slipped the shirt on, pulling my hair out away from my neck after it was on. The bathroom door opened and he walked toward me, brushing his teeth, still shirtless. Yeah, I could get used to this. He opened his duffel bag and pulled out another toothbrush, still in the package, holding it out to me. Thank god. I grabbed it gratefully and headed towards the bathroom myself, leaving it open so he could finish brushing his teeth, too. I looked in the mirror and snickered at the spots of black under my eyes, grabbing a tissue from the counter so I could clean up my face a little. When I was done, I squeezed some toothpaste onto the brush Harry gave me and started brushing my teeth. He appeared behind me and I made room next to the sink so he could rinse his mouth. When he was done, he put his toothbrush down and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek before whispering in my ear,

"Make sure you brush good after last night."

He winked at me through the mirror and then smacked my ass before turning back to the bedroom. I smiled at his remark and then finished up in the bathroom. When I exited, the room was empty and the door to the rest of the suite was cracked open. I bet everyone is already out there. I gulped and opened the door all the way. Sure enough, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Riley and Harry sat around a circular table, taking up all of the chairs.

"Look who's awake!"

That remark came from Louis, who was between Zayn and Riley, coffee mug in hand. He seemed the most perky, probably from getting a full night's sleep. Harry motioned for me to sit on his lap so I walked toward his chair, curling up on his legs hesitantly, watching for the rest of the groups' reactions. The only thing I got was Riley's inconspicuous wink in my direction. She was sitting rather close to Liam, his arm resting around her shoulders though they were in different chairs. Harry wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, still not wearing a shirt, which I couldn't complain about. I laid my head on his shoulder while looking around at everyone else.

"Where's Niall?"

I could feel Harry's chest vibrate as he spoke with heavenly voice.

"I don't want to talk about it. He's here... With company."

Zayn looked down at his coffee with a look of joking disapproval.

"So, how did you lot sleep? I slept fantastically. The whole night, in fact! It's been a while."

Louis looked proud of his accomplishment. I looked over to Liam, who was about to speak.

"We slept most of the night. After we watched a movie."

He looked... Disappointed? I glanced over at Riley, who sure enough was smiling. She didn't do anything with him! Great, now I'm the only slut. Well, besides Niall, apparently. As if I cared. That was the best night of my entire life, and I was still here with him. Who cares what other people thought about it? Not me and it didn't seem like Harry minded either. The group looked toward us, expecting our answer to Louis' original question of sleep quality and I couldn't help but to turn red. They all smirked and decided not to push it. Zayn broke the silence by standing up, walking over to the kitchen, and picking up the phone.

"Who wants breakfast?"

Everyone at the table raised a hand in the air. I was starving! Probably from leaving dinner without eating a thing. Zayn ordered room service, enough to feed a small army. As we waited for the knock on the door, the boys talked about their schedule for the week. I grimaced as I remembered how temporary this all was. They were going to leave today and I would never see them again, besides every time I turned on the TV. Wonderful, a daily reminder of what I would never have again. I must have shown my feelings in a stricken look because Harry started sliding his hand across my back, looking worriedly at me. I smiled to assure him that I was fine, or at least that their was nothing he could do. He could take it whichever way he wanted to. When the food got to the room, Louis and Zayn moved to the barstools in the kitchen so there was a spot for me to sit and eat, which I was somewhat thankful for as I reluctantly left Harry's lap.


HARRY'S P.O.V.

Last night was amazing. When I woke up this morning, I couldn't help but smile. I felt as though I was normal for a night. I felt like a typical 19 year old, one who could keep a girlfriend for more than a month. One who could be happy and content without being a celebrity. I couldn't help but to think about how upset I was going to be when we had to leave. We would have to move on to the next city and it would be hectic for the next few months while we were in America.
God, I wish that I could just stay here, with her. Or that she could just come with me. But, the sad truth was, I would probably never see her again. Even if I did, What good would it do? One of us would end up getting hurt, probably both of us. I was terrible at long-distance relationships. Maybe it was just the girls I chose to date but it sure seems like they never work. But then, looking at her as she ate and laughed at something that I didn't hear Riley say made me want to try. For her.

What was I thinking, though? How do I know that's what she wants? Maybe she already got what she wanted! A night with Harry Styles so she could tell her friends about it and be done with me. I couldn't be angry if she did, but she didn't seem like that kind of girl. She seemed like so much more than that. She wasn't rude or ditsy. Although, we didn't have much conversation, she seemed kind-hearted and meaningful. She seemed like the kind of girl that could make a difference in someone's life. She seemed like the kind of girl that was already making a difference in mine.


PIPER'S P.O.V.

Why was he staring at me. He's hardly touched his food, which makes me feel like a fat ass. Thanks, Harry. He reached for his coffee mug and took a sip. He was still staring at me! I kept looking away, acting like I hadn't noticed but I definitely noticed. I think it's just a sense. When Harry stares at you, you just know it. As I took a sip of orange juice, we all turned our heads to a door opening behind me. Niall's room. Two girls walked out, scantily clad, holding way too-high heels in their hands. Actually, scantily clad was an understatement. They were practically wearing nothing. They looked extremely hung over and hardly paid any attention to the gaping crowd staring at them. They walked straight to the door, hardly looking back to wave one time before exiting the suite. As the door closed, laughter erupted immediately. Louis jumped off of the barstool he was sitting on and ran into Niall's room.

"THEY WERE TOTALLY STRIPPERS. WEREN'T THEY, NIALL?"

We could hear loud grumbling followed by more laughter from Louis.

"Hey, no need to throw pillows. It hurts mate!"

Louis' last sarcastic remark had Liam rolling in amusement. When Louis appeared in the doorway again moments later, he was still smiling, shaking his head at his friend's promiscuity. I guess we weren't going to see Niall in the near future.

"By the way, they were TOTALLY strippers."

Zayn's pensive look during this announcement kept us giggling for a bit longer. I liked being around the boys. Okay, who was I kidding? I was trying so hard not to start screaming out of excitement. I was literally having breakfast with One Direction after having the most sensual night of my life with Harry Styles. But, it was more than that. I was comfortable. I felt like I belonged there, like we were actually friends, or could be friends. I always wondered how I would react if I met them and wondered what they were really like behind closed doors but they're just normal guys. They like to sleep in, tease each other, just hang out. The only difference is, they don't get to do that all the time. I admired the way they were able to shut off everything else during the small amount of time they did have to themselves. I was snapped out of my deep thoughts by the front door opening and slamming behind whoever walked in. It was a large, muscular man that looked familiar.

"Morning guys. Ladies."

He nodded his head to me and Riley, kindly smiling before returning to his predictable speech.

"Alright, we have to be on the road by one so start packing your stuff in the next couple hours, alright?" he paused and looked around, "Where's Niall?"

We all chuckled at his question before Liam answered him.

"He had a rough night, Preston. He's still sleeping."

Oh, yeah! I knew he looked familiar. His name's Preston Mahon, their security guard. He seemed to really care about them and he wasn't too stern. However, he stormed into Niall's room jokingly before we heard Niall scream.

"OKAY! I'm up, I'm up."

But, that didn't stop Preston from picking him up out of bed, holding him under his arms, to drag him into the kitchen before placing him in the chair that Zayn left empty. Niall didn't fight him on it and sat there in his boxers, grabbing my coffee mug and taking a sip. Harry almost said something to him but i grabbed his hand and gave him a look to assure him I didn't mind. I grabbed Harry's empty mug and walked into the kitchen. I picked a new cup for myself and filled both of ours up. I had noticed that Harry drank his black so I left his alone before pouring a bit of creamer into mine. I brought both mugs back to the table and handed Harry's to him. As I did, he draped his arm around my hips, holding me next to him as I took my first sip from the fresh cup. Niall looked up from the plate he had just fixed himself to see us standing there, probably noticing that I was in Harry's clothes.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one who had too much fun last night."

Harry simply raised his hand to Niall, his middle finger raised, as he looked up at me and made my heart flutter with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

Notes

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