I woke up no longer on top of Harry. Instead, I was laying on my stomach beside him. He laid on his side with his arm draped over my back.. He was deep in sleep which was soon confirmed by an obnoxious snore. I giggled at the silly snore that escaped from his cute mouth. He's lucky he's got good looks.

I lifted up my head so I could see the clock that hung on his wall, 6:37am. Uhg. I wasn't able to sleep very well, my head pounded so much. And poor Harry, he's had to put up with my tossing and turning all night, hence why I'm no longer laying on him. I felt bad and removed myself from him, but he obviously didn't care since he's holding me close to him. We've had a long and sleepless night.

I decided it would be impossible to fall back asleep. I carefully scooted my body towards the edge of the bed, trying not to wake the curly haired boy. I managed to walk out of the room without a sound and made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and scanned for something to quench my thirst. I grabbed the gallon of milk and set it on the counter.

"Lexington?" a female voice was heard behind me as I was grabbing a glass out of the cabinet.

I turned to see Taylor dressed and ready for the day. "Oh, hey Taylor."

"Harry's?" Taylor pointed at the boxers I was still wearing.

"Niall's," I smiled pouring the milk into the glass.

"That's funny. So why are you up?" She let out a giggle and leaned onto the counter.

"Couldn't sleep. I hurt my head when we camped and it's still messed up," I explained.

"Oh yeah, Harry told me about that."

"Why are you up?"

"I have a meeting with my management. It's a long drive." She just shrugged before sitting down on the barstool. "Do you want to borrow some clothes for today?"

"That'd be great." I know I haven't been fond of borrowing her stuff, but at this point, there was no use in saying no.

"I know just what to give you," she said while standing up and walking out of the room. Should I follow her or stay here? I'm so awkward.

She walked back in the room before I could decide. "Here," she handed me a tan sweater, white skinny jeans, white ankle socks, and chocolate brown boots. She brought them back so quickly, it seemed like she already planned to give me that outfit.

I set the clothes and boots onto the counter, "Thank you." I picked up the sweater and held it up in front of me, "This is cute."

"It's my favorite sweater," Taylor smiled.

"Well then maybe I shouldn't-" I was interrupted.

She held her hand up, "Don't do this again. You're wearing it, and that's final."

"Okay Mom," I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"I got to go, but make yourself at home."

"Okay, I hope you have a good day at work," I smiled before walking around the counter to hug her.

She hummed as she hugged me, "Harry's a lucky guy." Without saying another word, she left.

Harry...

I haven't even told him how I felt. In my defense, I've been a little distracted. I won't complain anymore about the bump, sorry.

After finishing my milk, I washed the glass in the sink. I placed it onto the dish drainer after being satisfied by my cleaning job and took the clothes with me to the bathroom. I removed Niall's clothes from my body and replaced it with Taylor's outfit. She is taller than me, so I was surprised when I fit into the pants she gave me. They must be an old pair of skinnies. The sweater fell pass my butt, and the sleeves were bigger than my arms. At least it was comfortable. The boots were a perfect fit just as the heels she let me borrow for the dance were a perfect fit as well.

I saw that Holly left her makeup kit in this bathroom. I decided to use it since she had every type of makeup on the planet. Finders keepers, losers weepers.

After being satisfied with my look, I walked out of the bathroom and into Taylor's room in search for a hair brush to brush all the knots out of my hair. I found the hairbrush sitting by a photograph. It was a picture of Taylor and Harry. Taylor held her mouth open, showing off her pearly white teeth as if she were growling, and one of her hands made a claw towards the camera. Her other hand held Harry's arms that were wrapped around her waist. He was sticking his tongue out as if he was about to lick her face. Two weirdos in love, that's what they looked like.

I know Harry told me they don't feel anything for each other anymore, but I can't help but think that's not true, especially after seeing this picture. I just sighed and brushed my hair, continuing to examine the picture. Once my hair was free of knots, I had nothing left to do. I walked into the kitchen to look at the time, 8:00am. Well, it's still early but it can't be long before someone gets up. I noticed sun's rays beaming into the room from the window. Let's go outside and daydream, maybe that'll keep me occupied.

I walked to the front door, making my way outside. It was certainly perfect weather outside, not too hot, not too cold. I chose one of the weeping willows to sit against and began my peaceful day dreams.

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"This is amazing." I was astonished by the view of New York City from the top of the Empire State Building. "I've never seen a view quite like this."

"I could get used to this view," I could tell he was staring at me as he stood behind me.

I turned around and giggled at his cheesy words, "Shut up."

"No really. Nothing is better than seeing you everyday," he wrapped his arms around my waist. I gripped the back of his shoulders with my fingertips and buried my head into his chest.

"Harry?"

"Hm."

"I'm scared," I practically mumbled.

"Of what?" He placed a finger underneath my chin, lifting my head up, and tilted his head to the side in concern.

"If I tell you I like you, and we actually date..." I paused. "I'm scared of all the hate, all the rumors, and if you'll leave me."

"I understand. But you'll just have to take that leap of faith with me." His head pointed towards the edge of the building.

I gave him a big smile, "Hold me the whole way down?"

"Of course," he nodded. "Ready? On three. One...two...THREE!" We jumped off the building on three. I looked at him for a split second, a grin appeared on his face showing off his dimples. Just when we were about to meet the ground...

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A hand on my shoulder caused me to jump, snapping me out of my weird fantasy.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," a familiar raspy voice said. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "I woke up and you were gone, why'd you leave?"

"I still couldn't sleep and I didn't want to disturb you any more than I already have."

He squatted down to my height and pushed some hair out of my face, "You didn't bother me one bit." I blushed a little, he was being so sweet. I liked this side of Harry.

He grabbed my arm and lifted it up, and then he began to dig his head into my side, slightly tickling me. I let out a few laughs before he finally rested his head in my lap. He played with the fingers of my hand and my other hand's fingers ran through his curls, occasionally twisting his hair. In that moment, everything felt so perfect. Maybe my conscious is right, I need to take a leap of faith. Within seconds, I reached down and kissed his plump lips. It seemed he was shocked at first but he began kissing me back. His lips were so soft and so...experienced. As cheesy as it sounds, this moment felt magical. I broke the kiss and shot him a big smile.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" Harry repositioned himself so he was propped on his elbow on one side of my legs, being sure not to put his weight on me whatsoever.

"I just..." I paused. How do I say it? Do I just tell him? Just do it Lexington, you look like an idiot already. "I really like you."

He gave me the biggest smile and his cheeks turned pink.

"Don't be embarrassed," I giggled, poking at his colorful cheeks.

"It's not that I'm embarrassed. You just make me nervous." Me? Make him nervous? How? As if he could read my mind, he continued, "You're just so different and I'm really afraid to screw things up."

I brushed his curls with my fingers, "Harry, just be you. That's all I want."

His eyes smiled at my gaze before he leaned forward to kiss me again. The kiss was filled with so much emotion and lust. I've never felt anything like this, it was almost exciting.

"Finally!" I heard an Irish boy yell and clap. Oh Niall. I giggled and blushed at Niall's reaction. It seems everyone wanted Harry and I together. Niall's claps soon sharpened my headache. I cringed and grabbed my head.

"Can I please take you to the doctor?" Harry pouted. If he was really that worried then maybe I should just go.

"Only if Duckie can come," I teased, pointing at Niall.

Niall groaned, "Why do I have to be Duckie?"

"Why do you have to be blonde?" I asked.

"Point taken," Niall poked my forehead. Why? I don't know. He's weird.

"Alright, let's go," Harry scooped me up, carrying me bridal style to the van. Yes, we're taking the damn van again. No need for attracting attention while trying to go to the doctor. The car ride consisted of me and Niall joking around while Harry just laughed and focused on the road. I adore these boys so much.

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A nurse had already called me into the doctors room thing, not sure what you call it. The boys came in with me, thank god for that. I didn't want to go in alone and have to explain how I got this bump.

I sat down onto the bed thing in the room. I don't know my shit, I'm sorry. I usually don't go to doctors very often since my mom seems to think she's our doctor. She thinks she knows everything when it comes to us getting sick or injured.

Niall and Harry immediately headed for the jars of utensils that were on the counter. I watched Niall put six Popsicle sticks in his mouth, making it seem like long and ugly teeth. I laughed at his actions, slapping my leg like an idiot.

Then Harry seemed angry and said, "The doctor is taking too long!" and stormed out of the room. Niall and I shared the same confused expression. What the hell is his pro-

"The doctor has arrived!" Harry walked in and slapped some gloves on his hand. I laughed harder as he held his head high and put his fists on his sides. This kid. "Miss, you don't need plastic surgery, it's called stuffing your bra." Harry pointed at Niall before walking over the counter to retrieve cotton balls. He quickly took the cotton balls and shoved them in Niall's shirt. Harry added more cotton balls as Niall held his fake boobs and stuck his butt out to act like a girl. This was such a funny sight to see.

"Hello, Miss..." the doctor paused when seeing Harry and Niall. Harry looked down to see his hands still stuffing Niall's fake boob while Niall continued to hold the boobs in place. Their faces were priceless. "Is it you who's Miss Reed, or her?" the doctor teasingly pointed at Niall before pointing at me. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life. I would hate to lose these boys. Soon they're going to be going back to London, leaving me sad and alone. And what about Harry? What's gonna happen with us? What are we?

Notes

Harrington has finally kissed, awwww. I hope you guys liked this chapter. Please vote and subscribe if you haven't yet.

What's wrong with Lexington's head?

Will Harry date Lexington, even if he's in a fake relationship with Taylor?