I slowly slipped back into consciousness as my dream faded away. I could hear the cars driving hotel and Dennis's bed creek as he got up. He transferred from his bed to mine, wrapped his arms around me, and cuddling with me. He put his mouth to my ear and whispered for me to wake up. I was awake, but I refused to open my eyes. I was too tired to get up. I didn't want to make the effort to protest. I simply made a whiney sound and rolled over. That was a mistake because I left myself vulnerable to an attack.
Dennis wrapped his arms tighter around me and squeezed his hands around my exposed sides. My last connection to the dream world was severed. I had to twist, squirm, and wiggle out of Dennis's tightening grip. I screamed, cried, and hysterically laughed all at the same time.
I flailed my arms around while kicking and trying to regain a stable breathing pattern. Dennis had at least sixty pounds on me as well as his extra foot. He was much stronger than my tiny five foot, ninety-five lb. frame.
I had to punch him in the chest to get him off of me. By then I was awake and alert. There wasn't any chance of me falling back to a peaceful sleep with him around. So, he threw me some clothes and told me to get ready for breakfast.

"What if I don't want breakfast?" I replied in the middle of a loud yawn.

"Well, you're up now so you might as well eat something," he spat back with a coy smile and wink. I narrowed my grayish blue eyes at him and snarled. He closed me in a hug and kissed the top of my messy, knotted hair.
There was no fighting with Dennis. He is my father, mother, and older brother all rolled into one twenty year old man. I'd wake up for school and he'd have small breakfast waiting for me along with clothes he picked out with me, just like a nurturing mother. He'd loving lecture me whenever I made a mistake like a caring father. He'd beat up the boys who broke my heart like a protective brother.
He's the closest thing I have to a family. We spend holidays together, rather than visiting our actual parents. The only people we shared our lives with are Kyle, Dakota, and Connor. No one else is allowed in our world besides boyfriends and girlfriends. The other person with one of those is Kyle. His girlfriend Nikki is frequently poking around our bubble. I don't really mind. We all like her in small doses. We haven't accepted her as complete family though.

I could've fought with Dennis for a few more minutes of sleep, but at eight A.M., I didn't have the energy. I obeyed his command and threw on my clothes. I slipped on a pair of faded, tight fitted, ripped, blue jeans, wrapping a black studded belt. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, in a plain black bra, with toothpaste covered toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. I quickly scrubbed my teeth with one hand while tearing through my hair with a brush with the other. After I had ripped out all the knots, I rinsed, and spat into the sink. After washing my tooth brush off, I threw my off-the-shoulder, black and white stripped, half shirt. I fixed my hair just enough to walk out of the hotel room without feeling like a hermit. I left the majority of it wavy while I spent a little bit of time straightening my bangs.
When I was done, Dennis and I went down stairs. Kyle, Connor, and Dakota would meet us later.
I grabbed a hazelnut, caramel latte and a bagel. While Dennis took forever to figure out his order, I found an isolated table away from the other artists. As I nibbled and snipped, I noticed that the entire hotel cafe was infested with musicians and performers. MTV must have rented the entire hotel for us. I mean, it made sense. Could you imagine a family trying to enjoy their vacation while little Susie is flipping out because Bruno Mars is sitting at the table next to them?

I sat alone for a while. I drank my coffee and looked through my text messages. I had dozens from friends back home congratulating me for the award. Nikki texted me, telling me to thank Kyle for the shout out. While did she always have to talk to him through me? He has a phone.
As I scrolled through my phone, the chair across from me was pulled out, and accompanied by a boyish body. I thought it was Dennis at first and continued with my phone. Then my breakfast partner leaned over the table and spoke with a cheerful, British accent.

"Good morning," he greeted with a cheeky smile.

My eyes looked up from my phone and I stared at him with shock, but I quickly snapped out of it and replied with a casual, "Morning,"

Harry was sitting across from me with a bottle of orange juice. He had a smile that stretched from ear to ear. It was obvious that he's a morning person and overly friend. I'd be sociable if it wasn't eight in the morning and I was tickled out of bed. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just stuck the bagel in my mouth and ate.

"Your coffee smells good," he commented shyly.
"Wanna try it?" I asked, "Its hazelnut and caramel. It's pretty addicting,"
"No. I don't really like coffee all that much," he replied.

I shrugged my shoulders and tucked my phone away. I took a few more sips of my coffee before Harry reached over and took it from my hand.
"Maybe just a sip," he said to himself.
I wasn't even mad that he took my coffee away. I just accepted the fact that Harry Styles was drinking out of my coffee cup.
He took one small sip and quickly jerked the cup away from his lips. He clasped his mouth with his hand and began to panic. He forced himself to swallow the tiny drink he took.

"Are you okay?" I exclaimed as I watched Harry panic in front of me.
He took the cap off his orange juice and chugged it down. Once he placed the empty bottle back down on the table, I hid my face by looking at my lap in shame. "Are you okay?" I asked again, hoping for a polite answer. I didn't want to get yelled at.
Harry paused for a moment. I looked up, expecting him run away, but he sat there. His face was a tomato red and he was biting his bottom lip.

"It was hot," he muttered shyly.
I almost cracked up laughing at him, but I retained my amusement.
"I'm sorry. Is your mouth okay?" I asked.
He touched his lip with his finger, inspecting it for burns. He was fine. He nodded and smiled again.
"It tasted good, aside from the searing pain," he said.
I still felt bad and little guilty.
"I could buy you another orange juice," I offered sweetly. I tried to smile but I was too shy. If I did, it would turn into an awkward, ugly smile.
Harry just shook his head and smiled at me, telling me that everything was okay.

After a few awkward moments of silence, Dennis walked to our table with Kyle, Connor, and Dakota following him. Harry took his as a message to leave, so he said goodbye and went back to Liam and Niall a few tables away.

"Is he a spazz?" Kyle asked casually, stealing Harry's former seat.
"I burned his mouth with coffee," I explained in a sad voice.

The boys sat around the table and made small talk with each other. They mostly discussed the award show, the award, and what our plans were for home. I remained quiet, catching short glimpses of Harry from afar. He never once caught my gaze or even looked my way, for some reason that made my heart skip beats. The anticipation of him just looking at me made my insides flutter with some girly emotion. I tried to pull my eyes away and focus on the band, but I still found myself awkwardly starring at the boy.
Dakota seemed to catch on before anyone else, so he shook me slightly to snap me out of my daze.

"What do you think?" he asked, knowing that I had no idea what they were talking about.
"Yeah," I blurted out of impulse.
They all looked at each other in a confused way.
"We might have to go to New York for the Good Morning America. What do you think?" Dakota asked.
"I like it," I said, once again out of impulse. I really had no opinion. I didn't mind any interview and New York is a lovely city, but I wouldn't mind heading home. Either way I'd be happy.

As I said that, I watched Kyle slide in his seat and sigh in anger. I should've figured that Kyle would be against it. He's been away from his girlfriend for a little over a week and he was breaking down. Time away from each other would be good for them. Another day or two wouldn't kill him.

"So we have to pack our things now, check out, and roll out in order to make it," Dennis explained.
We all tossed our things out and began walking towards the elevator. Before entering, I turned to take one last too. I found him looking back at me. He smiled and then the doors closed.