"Josh seems to suspect something," Alison said as Harry was making them both some tea in her small hotel room. Basically there was just a single bed and a table squeezed into a room that was so small Alison didn't think it could be even called a room.

"What you mean? Like what he said earlier? I don't think so," Harry said while pouring them both hot water in cups.

"No. After you left he said that we're refreshing our memories or whatever," she said while looking at him warily. Harry frowned while offering her a steaming cup of tea and she took it gratefully. Alison waited for Harry to say something while she was sipping on her tea and avoiding his eyes.

"Let's just not think about Josh or anyone else," he said eventually, placing his cup on the table. "What about I'll give you that massage now? Just to make you relax," he said while sitting down on the bed.

"But-"

"No buts!" Harry interrupted whatever Alison was about to say, holding his forefinger in the air and looking at her strictly. Her frown softened immediately and her expression changed into a smile as he patted the space in front of him.

"Sit down will you," he said.

"Is that an order?" she asked while stepping closer the bed. He acted as if he was thinking her question for a while before nodding and patting the mattress again for her to sit. She didn't need to be asked twice then.

He placed his hands on her shoulders tenderly and started to massage her. "Not so hard!" she said wincing when he touched particularly sore spot.

"I think that was the first time I heard you say that," he whispered in her ear, his breath ghosting her skin. She turned around to slap his arm and he acted offended but couldn't help but crack up.

"Just get on with the massage!" she said when he was still laughing.

"Who's being bossy now?" he said to her ear, smirking but starting to move his fingers on her skin again.

"You know it'd be easier for me if you took your shirt off," he said and without a word she pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it on the floor. She turned around to give him a raised eyebrow and he seemed to be stunned for a moment before placing his hands back on her shoulders. She loved that they seemed to be getting back to what they used to be, just shamelessly flirting with each other. She thought it felt easy and nice again between them.

Alison felt like she could just fall asleep, his hands feeling amazing against her skin. She had placed the tea cup on the table next to the bed because she was scared she would accidentally pour the hot liquid on her lap. Also everytime Harry's hands started to roam somewhere else she had to slap his hands away and it was hard if she had the cup on her hands.

"Heyyy," she said warningly when he put his other hand on her hip and she could feel his nose brushing against her neck. She spun her head around and was met with his sheepish expression.

"What can I say? I'm sorry I'm a weak man," he stated, giving her a dimpled smile and not looking sorry at all.

"We had an agreement," she tried to sound strict but failed under Harry's gaze.

"So? I think we already broke it yesterday. Besides it wasn't an agreement because I can't remember agreeing to anything," he said while coming closer and giving her pouty lips.

"That was just a little slip," she tried to excuse herself.

"Hmm I doubt it was just a little slip by the way you were pushing me against the wall. Only if Niall and Louis wouldn't have come running there..." he murmured his lips now really close to hers. Just when he was about to close the gap between them she turned her head so his lips made contact with her cheek. He groaned while she got up of the bed to pick up her shirt.

"We have to get back on track then. No more little slips. Taking things slow and all," she said and if she was a little breathless she wasn't going to admit it to even herself. She pulled the shirt over her head and gave the man sitting on her bed a cheery smile.

"You're right," he said looking a little dazed but quickly shaking his head and straightening his back.

"Thanks for the massage by the way," she said then, giving him a genuine smile. He smiled back and for a moment they were just staring at each other.

"So... Fancy eating something?" she asked, finally tearing her gaze from his eyes and picking up the phone to call room service. He nodded so they spent the rest of the night eating delicious food and talking nothing in particular with each other.

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