Zoe POV

I wake up and feel instantly warm, too warm. I look down and I'm sweating. Why am I this hot? Oh right. I think when I feel Harry's arms pull me in tighter. I smile, remembering our fun movie night. I try and reach for my phone and I barely grab onto it, seeing as I am being held back. I turn on the screen and see that the time is four in the morning. Why am I up this early? I need to get more sleep, but I can't sleep on this super tiny couch. I try to slide from Harry's grip, but he wakes up.

"Hi," he says. O god. His morning voice.... don't fangirl, don't fangirl.

"Hi," I smile. I probably look like crap right now, oh well.

"What time is it?" he asks.

"4,"

"Oh, well come back to sleep with me!" he whines. I laugh, but shake my head.

"That bed is too tiny and my clothes are already uncomfortable enough," I tell him. He pouts, but his eyes brighten once again.

"Oh, that's easy. Let me get you some of my clothes," he smiles. I nod and tiptoe up the stairs with him. When we reach his room, he rummages through his drawers before throwing me a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I smile and walk to his bathroom, before shutting the door and pulling on the clothes. While I'm in there, I splash cold water on my face and then leave. Harry is already in his bed and I start to pull pillows off his bed to make myself a pallet.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Making myself a bed," I tell him.

"Just come sleep next to me," he says, patting a spot next to me. Not wanting to sleep on the ground, I do as he says. Once I get into the bed, Harry turns over and our eyes meet.

"Hi," he smiles.

"Hi," I whisper back. We stay like that for a while, before Harry finally speaks.

"You have beautiful eyes," He tells me. I look down to hide my blush. He lifts my chin up to meet his gaze. "It's true,"

"Thanks," I giggle. He smiles even bigger in return and the lack of sleep hits me. I yawn and my eyes start to droop.

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Harry POV

I watch the girl in front of me as she sleeps. That sounds incredibly creepy... Her breathing is even and her eyes shift from under her lids, she's dreaming. I decide to be even creepier and take a picture of her. It's seven in the morning. Memories from last night pass by me and I instantly smile remembering them. Zoe is such a great girl, she's beautiful, and smart, and just plain adorable. I can't help, but smile every time I see her or hear her name.

Her breathing falters and I watch as her eyes flutter open. "Were you watching me sleep?" she asks, staring up at the ceiling. I blush, knowing I've been caught.

"N-no," I stutter. She just laughs in response. "I WASN'T" I groan.

"Sure you weren't Styles," she laughs. "You can't help it, I understand," she laughs, glancing at me and sticking her tongue out. I reach out to grab it, but she quickly puts it back in. We both laugh at ourselves and I start to get up.

"Want breakfast? I make a mean omelet," I ask.

"Sounds great. After, can you drop me off?"

"Sure thing," I smile and then exit the room.

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Zoe POV

When I'm done eating the amazing omelet Harry made me, he drops me off at my house. Thankfully, I remembered to text my mom yesterday to explain I was sleeping over. I enter my house and run upstairs, needing to take a shower. I peel of Harry's sweaty clothes and can smell the mixture of my vanilla scent and his minty guy scent. It smells good, I must admit. After strangely sniffing his shirt a couple more times, I hop into the warm water. I slowly massage the shampoo and conditioner into my hair before rinsing them out.

When I'm done, I find an outfit for today. I pull on a warm sweater with "Santa is my Homie," written on it. I pair it with a pair of printed legging and some comfy leg warmers. I quickly curl my hair and put on my base and powder. For my eyes, I apply a natural eyeshadow and some eyeliner as well as mascara. I also put on a nude lip. When I'm done, I slip on a knitted white beanie.

I walk into the kitchen, seeing my mom. "Hey," she smiles.

"Hello," I reply back.

"You look cute today," she says, approving my outfit.

"Thanks," I smile back.

"Who'd you stay with last night?" she asks me.

"My friend, Harry," I tell her.

"Please tell me Harry is short for Harriet,"

"No, mom. Harry is also from One Direction. We just watched movies, don't worry. He'd never like a girl like me anyways," I told her.

"Of course he would," she says. "What does this Harry look like?" she asks. I take out my phone and type his name into the search engine. I hand her the phone.

"Oh goodness," she gasps.

"What?" I ask her.

"He's hot!" she yells.

"That's gross mom," I laugh.

"No seriously, phew, wow." she laughs. I can't help, but crinkle my nose when she talks about him this way. "You should go for him,"

"I would, but I'm not Harry material," I laugh. She frowns, obviously saddened by my insecurity. Before she can object, I walk out of the room and back into mine.

I feel a buzz from my pocket and reach to grab it. There is an unknown number on the screen and it reads "Hey Harry here,"

I smile and text him back.

Me= Bold
Harry = Italicized

Hey
I need you here. Louis is a mess....
What? Why?
El business. Hurry
I'm coming. hold on

I quickly put on my shoes, before rushing out of the house, calling to my mom where I'd be. I was so nervous. What could be going on? Is Lou okay?

When I finally arrived at the house, I didn't bother to knock. I rushed in and saw Louis sprawled out on the floor. The air was full of scents. The main one being alcohol.