**CHRISTINA'S POV**
I woke up all snuggled into Harry's chest. Memories of last night crept into my mind, and I just hoped that the boys didn't hear us. It would be utterly embarrassing if they did, but that was the essence of sex, I suppose. I didn't want to get up, but then I realized that I was hungry and I wanted to shower. I shook him and he rolled over, somewhat unwillingly. I hurried off and washed myself, finding that my hips were bruised a little and my legs were sore. Well, I suppose that is another essence of sex. When I felt clean, I walked back into Harry's room and found him sitting on the bed.
"Harry, I think I want a stay at home day today, I am a tad bit sore," I said, pulling out Victoria Secret sweatpants and a thong. I threw on my bottom half and then put on my hot-pink sports bra. This outfit was reserved for lazy days when I didn't want to go anywhere.
"I was thinking the same thing," Harry said and threw on his Under-Armour sweats and boxers. He opened the door and I stepped out. Nobody was there, and there was a note on the counter. I read it and smirked.
Dear Christina,
Have fun last night? Louis wanted me to ask that, he's a sweetheart isn't he? Anyway, we all decided that we'd leave you two to yourselves and go out. Don't bother to call, we won't answer, if it is an emergency, text 911 and we'll be there is a few minutes. No, don't think we're going to tell you where we are, this is a day for you and Harry to spend together. Anyway, love you, have fun. And please do tell me what it was like last night, like if Harry and Niall are anything alike.
Love,
Tatiana,Niall, Perrie, Zayn, Eleanor, Louis, Danielle, Liam
"Nothing much, Harry, just a joke, and a warning. We have the house to ourselves," I smiled and he smiled back, although he seemed in his own world. He seemed to snap out of it, and walked over to me flashing me his million dollar smile.
"I like the sound of that," he said and I knew he was tired.
**HARRY'S POV**
I was thinking about Caroline Flack. I knew that she was in my past, and Christina was my present, but their resemblence towards one another was agonizingly painful. She was beautiful, she was good in bed, and she was funny. The only difference was, even though I did love Caroline, I loved Christina more. I loved her so much it hurt, so much I just wanted to be normal so we could do things normal couples do without pictures and people hating on her. It was just so nice knowing she was mine, and I didn't even feel different, maybe happier.
She smirked as she read the note, Louis had come in earlier and told me about it, so I wasn't really paying attention. She could tell, and she made a face. I walked over to her, and told her that I enjoyed the thought of us being alone together. She was so pretty, with sweatpants, a tight tee, and her hair tied up messily. I didn't mind her not being in makeup, she looked just as pretty.
Christina skipped off to pick out a movie, and I could already guess what she was going to pick. After she skipped out, I started thinking about Tatiana. I thought that her and Niall would be good together, even though she was a rebel. She was pretty, but not quite as elegant as Christina.
I liked her piercings, and her red hair that fit her really well. She was so open about herself, and I knew that her and Niall were getting along smashingly. They were just perfect together, and I was happy that Niall and I wouldn't have a fallout over Christina, because I knew that he liked her too, even if just a little bit. They were food buddies, but most of his food buddies ended up becoming fuck buddies, but who could blame the girls? Niall was a cheeky Irish lad, who wasn't afraid to see people eat. Or at least, eat certain things.
**CHRISTINA'S POV**
Harry focused himself back in and hugged me. I smiled and skipped off to go pick out a movie. He probably already knew what I was going to pick, but I still pretended to be looking hard as if I didn't know. Harry stayed in the kitchen, and I allowed myself to have a little panic attack. I finally got myself under control, and managed to find the movie I was looking for. I called Harry in, and his eyes were full of life again.
We snuggled up on the couch and started to watch, although, I wasn't really watching, I was thinking. Harry was scaring me, and I don't know what I was scared about. I suppose I was worried about him thinking of Caroline, or thinking about Taylor and her comments-and incessant flirting, or maybe him worried that I would get hurt. I knew what I was diving head-first into and I didn't want him to think that I would be hurt if he ended up leaving me. I mean, yeah, it would hurt, but it would be better than him cheating and me finding out too late.
I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't watch the movie, and when it was over, I didn't feel any better about my situation. I looked up and Harry was staring down at me with is emerald green eyes.
"What?" I asked, confused at his facial expression.
"I have been looking at you this entire movie, and you look worried. Usually I catch you looking at me," Harry whispered.
"I was thinking," I replied, refusing to open any doors or tear down any barriers.
"About?" he asked, he was so nosey.
"Us," I muttered and he looked just as confused as I had earlier. I didn't say anything else, so he just shrugged and shook me off. I suppose I looked hurt, because he chuckled.
"Just going to the bathroom, babe," Harry laughed as he walked into the restroom. I sighed, I'd been stupid, distrustful. And he hadn't even been on his phone all day. It wasn't buzzing, ringing, or if it did, it wasn't being answered.
I pulled out my phone and texted Tatiana.
To:Tatiana-Hey gurrllyy, Harry was AMAZING last night, sorry if we kept you up. BTW, when you get home, I need to talk to you, I am worried.
From:Tatiana-Oh, AWESOME!!! Give me the dish when we get back, anyway, why are you worried?
To:Tatiana-I'll tell you later, but it is important. Don't freak though, K?
From:Tatiana-K! We're out and I gotta go, but <3 you BTW the boys say they miss you, and us ladies wish you were here!!! love you sooo much!
To:Tatiana-K, love you too! And, tbh, I don't wish I was there! <3
That was the last text I sent before Harry came out of the bathroom. I put my phone down and he gave me a quizzical look. I shrugged it off and played dumb, I wouldn't want him knowing I was about to kiss-n-tell! Harry shrugged, literally, and walked into the kitchen. I heard microwave beeping and popping that could only mean one think-popcorn. Soda pop was poured into glasses, and I cringed at the thought of his spilling everything, because of course I'd be the one cleaning it up. He walked into the livingroom with stuff balanced on his arms, and I held my breath until he set the food down. When I finally let my breath out he looked at me, I again decided to play dumb.
"Dammit, Christina, talk to me, please? Did I do something?" Harry practically begged.
"No, you didn't do anything, it's all me," I said quietly and timidly.
"You're perfect, don't you dare say that you're not. And what is wrong?"
"I got on twitter last night, and I know that this was bound to happen, but I got a lot of hate," I said. I was avoiding the real reason, my deep-dark secret that nobody knows. At least, nobody alive knows.