I stood on a bridge that hovered over a stream. The bridge was all made of stone, matching the few boulders that were scattered in the water below. It was fall and there were many fiery orange and yellow leaves sitting by the flowing water. I hummed to the trickling sounds the stream made as I leaned my arms onto the stone railing. So many tall trees surrounded the area, making it more peaceful.

A smile crept onto my face as two arms wrapped around my waste. I felt lips linger upon my neck.

"Well hello to you too," I laughed as I turned to meet his emerald green eyes, still in his embrace.

"Just tell me how you feel," Harry didn't look happy with me at all.

My smile faded to confusion, "What?"

"Just tell me, please, before you go."

"I can't," I looked at the ground.

"All you're doing is letting something that could be special go down the drain," he stopped holding me and walked away.

I felt broken, like he just shattered my heart to a million pieces. How could he just walk away? Wait, is this how he'd feel?

---

I woke up with a sharp headache. I rubbed the back of my throbbing head to feel a large bump forming where I hit the dock. Great.

Wait? Where am I? I looked around realizing I was in someone's bedroom, laying in a bed with solid black sheets. I lifted up the covers that were on me to see that I still was wearing my dress, thank God. What time is it?

Next to the bed was a pale grey end table, in which a picture of Harry and I'm assuming his mom was on top of it. He was crossed eyed and smiling forcefully in the picture as his arm wrapped around his mom's neck. His mom was also making a silly face by sticking her tongue out as her arms wrapped around Harry's waist. How cute. This is definitely Harry's room. Wait, what was I looking for? Oh yeah, the time. I scanned the room some more to find a clock hanging on his wall. 11:00pm. Great, everyone's probably asleep. Well Harry can't be, right? I mean if this is his room and I'm in his bed and he's not, then he's got to be awake.

Shoot, I've got to text my parents. They're probably worried sick because I'm not home by now.

I lifted the covers, once again, this time getting off the bed. I held my head as I walked out of the room and into the hallway. I walked into the kitchen to find Harry and Holly talking. He's awake! Oh yeah and that monster happens to be with him, yay. Harry put a slice of bread in the toaster and pulled a tub of butter out of the refrigerator. I noticed Holly's purse was on the counter and I snatched it, taking my phone out of it.

"Hey hey Sleeping Beauty," the monster snickered. What was her problem?

"Hi, Harry do you have more aspirin? My head hurts still," I massaged the bump. Harry laughed a little behind his hand before giving me a straight face. What was so funny?

"Let me see it," he walked over, reaching out to me. He grabbed my arms and turned me around. I felt his long fingers trace the lump and I hissed at the pain they caused. I felt him move some of my hair away so he could get a better look at it. "Damn it."

"What?" I was scared. How bad was it?

"You should really see a doctor," he turned me to face him, giving me a look of concern. He rubbed his hand against the sore spot some more, attempting to sooth it. "It's purple."

"It's just a bump. I only need aspirin and I'll be fine," I sighed.

He gripped the bottom of my head with both of his hands and leaned closer to me, looking me sternly in the eyes. "Lex, you're going to a doctor. I'll take you myself, tomorrow."

"No, I'm fine," I muttered. What's the point in going to the doctor for a bruise? I removed Harry's hands from my face, "Please just give me some aspirin or Advil. Something."

"It's in the bathroom in the medicine cabinet," Holly smiled. How would she know? Whatever. I walked down the hallway until I found the bathroom. I flipped on the light and headed straight for the medicine cabinet. There's nothing in here, is she on crack? I sighed in frustration and held my phone up to check my messages. I surprisingly didn't have a text from my mom or dad. Were they even worried about me? I texted my mom even though she'd be asleep:

To Mommy<3 :
Hey, I'm sorry I haven't called or texted. I fell asleep in the limo. YES, I said limo. It's pretty late, so I suppose I'm staying here.

I believe Harry wasn't giving me the choice of leaving anyways, considering he really wants to take me to the doctor. Before I could put my phone down, my mom replied immediately:

From Mommy<3 :
It's okay, we kind of figured. Since you never go out, we're not mad. Have fun! And use protection(;
Oh my god, she's embarrassing. I'm not even going to text her back. I locked my phone's screen and noticed something in my reflection. I shot my head up so I could look in the mirror. Now I see what those two found so funny.

"HAAAAAAAARRRRRRRYYYYYY!!!!" I screamed. Either he or Holly drew on my face and I'm pretty sure it was him. They drew a squiggly line in between my eyebrows, giving me a uni brow. They also drew a biker mustache and a tiny goatee on my face. Adding to that, they drew...man parts...on my cheek. I hate them both.

"You know, I like this look better," Harry smirked in the doorway, taking a bite out of his now buttered toast. I'm going to kill him. I charged at him as he smiled and turned to run. He ran to the gigantic living room, and stood behind a couch. I was having trouble keeping up with his long legs. I ran to his end of the couch, only for him to run to the other side of the sofa. I decided to take a risk, jumping onto the couch and using it as a trampoline. I jumped off of it and onto Harry, knocking us both to the floor. He let out a groan in pain, good.

Then he chuckled, "Okay, you caught me. What are you gonna do? Hit me?" Hell yeah I was gonna hit him. I sat up, straddling him, and punched him in stomach. "Ow! Geez Woman!"

"Aw, did that hurt?" I fake pouted.

I heard Holly laughing historically. She noticed my anger and said, "The funniest part is he used my eyeliner, so you'd be able to clean that off your face."

Oops. I looked down at the curly haired boy, who was now pissed. He took me by surprise when he pushed me off of him, knocking me to the ground. I guess I deserved that. He got up and stormed off to the kitchen.

"Harry, I-" I started to apologize as I got up and followed him. I stopped when I saw him holding a can of whipped cream with a creepy grin on his face. Crap, I'm in for it. I squealed as I ran around the room, trying to escape the tall figure.

"What is going on?" Niall walked in rubbing his eyes. I probably woke him up, now I feel bad. It most likely didn't help that I ran over to him and hid behind him, using him as a shield. "What's on your face?" he laughed.

"Stop being a little bitch, Lex." Harry smirked at me, hungry for revenge.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on here?" Poor Niall was so confused.

I ignored Niall, running to hide in the kitchen. Shit, why did I come here? There's nowhere to hide. I turned around to run out and SPLAT! Whipped cream was smashed into my face by Harry's hand. I let out a laugh of frustration before grabbing Harry, pulling him in close to me and rubbing my face onto his shirt.

"For that, I have to get more revenge on you," Harry said as he looked down at his black t-shirt, now covered in the fluffy cream. He grabbed the can and sprayed it into my hair. I pouted, but let him continue spraying tons of whip cream on top of my head. When he finished, I grabbed a handful of the cream from my head and lightly slapped it onto his face.

This whole time, Niall and Holly have been sitting on the bar stools, watching intensely. Glad to entertain them.

I ran my finger through the cream that was on his face then licked my finger clean. Smirking, I said "Yum."

"Well, how do you like this?" Harry questioned before sliding his tongue up the side of my face, ridding that spot on my cheek of the whipped cream.

"Ew Harry, that's disgusting!" I slapped him across his muscly shoulder. He just chuckled and licked his lips. I actually didn't mind it, is that weird?

"Um, maybe you should go take a shower," Niall pointed at my face.

"Gee thanks, Sherlock," I rolled my eyes. "Can I borrow some clothes?"

"You can borrow some of mine," Holly suggested.

"What's the fun in that?" I winked.

"True," she laughed. I believe we just had a friend moment. That was strange.

"Yeah, you can borrow some of mine," sweet, sweet Niall said with a beautiful smile. I like this kid more and more. And I don't mean 'like' as in the kind of feelings I have for Harry. Niall is like a best friend or a brother to me.

"Thanks Niall River. Get it?" I laughed. No one else thought I was funny, so my laughter came to an awkward stop. "Tough crowd."

Niall walked over and tickled me, "You're so weird."

"Stop it," I laughed. He stopped tickling me and led me to his room, leaving Harry and Holly alone yet again. Niall opened his drawers and pulled out a plain grey t-shirt and some blue plaid pajama pants. "Thanks," I smiled as he handed me his clothes.

"You know you could make Harry jealous by wearing a pair of my boxers," Niall evilly grinned.

"I like the way you think," I tapped my finger against my forehead. I traded the pajama pants for a pair of his maroon boxers. "You my friend, are an evil genius."

"I try," he shrugged. We both busted into laughter, he was so silly.

I walked into the hallway and found Harry leaned against the wall with curiosity in his eyes, "What was so funny?"

"Nothing," I hummed. "I'll be in the shower."

"Wait!" Harry grabbed my wrist. "Can I join you?" he joked.

I decided to tease him. I put my arms around his neck, still gripping onto Niall's clothes, and pulled him down so his face was close to mine. I could hear his breathing get heavier as he looked at my lips and then into my eyes. I leaned in closer and closer, brushing my lips onto his. I am practically teasing myself, I need to stop.

I whispered, "In your dreams Styles," shooting him a wink and walking away.

"Bugger," I heard him mutter as I continued to head to the bathroom. I'm not sure what that meant, but I knew I pissed him off. Good.

"I believe that was a burn, Harry," I heard Holly giving him her input. If only Harry could see the cheeky grin I'm giving him right now.

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After my shower, I slid myself back into my undergarments and placed Niall's clothes over them. I smiled at how comfy his clothes were. I've never worn a guy's clothes before, I was quite fascinated really. Don't judge. I squeezed out as much water as I could from my hair, over the sink. After that, I realized I didn't have any pockets to place my phone in, so I just settled with my bra. I finally decided I was done and walked out the door. The hallway was so dark, how dare they turn off the lights. The only light I could see was at the end of the hall and it seemed to flickering. This is like a scene from a horror movie. I slowly made my way towards the light, using the wall as my guide. When I turned the corner, I found Harry watching t.v.

"You wore his boxers?" he furrowed his brows. I just giggled a little, I couldn't help but feel giddy about his reaction. "Bloody Areshole."

Hey, I know what that means. I just giggled some more at his jealousy.

"Ready for bed?" he grinned.

"After the way you've treated me tonight, I might as well sleep with Niall," I played with my wet hair.

"Unfortunately for you, he went to bed," Harry turned off the t.v. and walked towards me. "I guess you're stuck with me."

I bit my lip to hide my smile. I didn't want to make it obvious that I really wanted to sleep next to him. He took my hand and entwined my fingers with his. We made our way to his room and he sat me onto his bed.

"I hope you don't mind I sleep in my boxers," he said, removing his messy shirt from his body. Hello beautiful torso, we meet again. I can't help it, it was dark last time I saw it.

"I don't mind. After all, I'm sleeping in boxers as well," I laughed. I think I'm so funny. I blame the lump on my head for all my dumb jokes from tonight.

"Very well then," Harry unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, revealing his checkered boxers. Well hello there. He is fine.

"Take a picture, it might last longer," Harry smirked. Without hesitation, I pulled my phone out of my bra and took a picture of him. Then, I chuckled, turning away from him and staring at the picture. "What are you doing?"

"Exactly what you told me to. You're right, the picture does last longer." I'm such a smart ass tonight.

"Shut up," Harry laughed before pushing the rest of my body onto the bed. He plopped down beside me as I laughed at how silly I sounded. I crack myself up too much.

Harry made his way up the bed, so his head was resting on one of his pillows. I laid frozen in my position. What am I supposed to do?

"Well, come on. Don't be shy," he held his arms out for me. I crawled towards him, put my phone on his end table, and laid down beside him, placing one of my hands onto his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around me, holding me close to his warm body. This is nice. We laid in silence, not closing our eyes whatsoever. In my defense, he hadn't turned the light off in the room yet. I can sleep with the lights on, I just can't fall asleep with the lights on. I don't know why. It's weird. Out of nowhere, thoughts ran through my mind again.

"Harry?" I traced circles onto his chest.

"Hm?"

"What if Taylor catches us?"

He sighed, "She won't care."

"Why not?"

"Because we don't feel that way about each other," one of his hands found my free hand and played with my fingers.

I lifted my head and looked at him with confusion.

He continued, "We're only together for the the public. We were told that us being together demonstrates that people can overcome battles. We're basically role models for cancer patients."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say. Everything seemed to make sense now. Like why Taylor yelled at Harry for almost kissing me on our camping trip, he almost ruined their cover. He must've convinced her he really liked me because then she helped him plan out my surprise. She seemed really excited for us.

"She and I could never fix things. In fact, she still might hate me. She just doesn't care enough to fight anymore," he continued. Why would she hate him? Was he the one who screwed things up? "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I just wanted to be sure I could trust you."

"I understand," I smiled. "Thank you for having patience with all of my annoying questions."

"You don't annoy me one bit," he rubbed my arm.

"Oh yeah?" I took that as a challenge. I straddled the curly haired boy and bit down on his collar-bone, hard.

"That doesn't annoy me, that's just a turn on," he admitted. I blushed, not knowing what to do.

He grinned as he pushed me back so I was sitting on the bottom half of his legs.

"What are you doing?" I was kind of scared. Was he about to make me do something dirty?

He took me by surprise when he grabbed my hands and began lifting his legs, in which I was balancing on, closer to his chest. He was held me up higher and higher with all his strength, giving me a smile, showing off those dimples. I laughed at his playfulness, I loved it.

Soon, he couldn't hold me up any longer, his hands and legs began to shake. He slowly brought his legs down and pulled me by my hands so I could be closer to him. I laid on top of him, resting my chin onto his lap and staring into his beautiful eyes. My head began to hurt again. Well, it had been hurting but not nearly as bad as it is now.

I rested my cheek against his chest. "Harry, my head hurts," my voice slightly cracked. I was miserable.

"I'm sorry, Baby," he said as he began to sooth the lump on my head.

His other hand grabbed a remote from his end table and clicked a button, which turned the light off in his room. Fancy. He put that hand onto my back and began to trace my spine with his fingers. In attempt to help me sleep, I heard his angelic voice singing to me:

The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind

That was the last I heard before I drifted to a peaceful sleep.

Notes

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