Year Two

Skylar's P.O.V

A few days later, Rachel and I were getting ready for bed some time around midnight.

"Tomorrows the last day of December, can you believe it?" I say, flopping down on Rachel's bed and staring at her ceiling. I heard Rachel letting out a small laugh, and walks out of the bathroom with wet hair.

"You're just excited to see Harry," Rachel smirked, walking over to her dresser and grabbing her pj's, before slipping back into the bathroom.

"Yeah, whatever," I mumble, rolling off her bed and letting out a yawn. "See you in the morning."

~

I jump awake as a loud noise clanks in the room, my eyes open slowly to look around Harrys room. I nearly scream as I see a figure in the corner, watching me. Fear instantly sparks up my spine, and I'm pulling the sheets closer to me. I open my mouth to scream, but the figure steps out and Harry appears.

"Jesus, Harry!" I whisper shout, slapping a hand over my chest to try to slow my fast pace beating heart. "I thought you were a rapist."

He chuckles softly, before walking over to the bed and sitting down. "Thanks, that's what every guy wants to hear when he finds a pretty girl in his bed."

"Oh shut up," I grumble, smiling slightly before pushing the sheets to stand up.

"Where are you going?" Harry asks, standing with a confused look.

"I'll go sleep in the living room or something," I stumble out of the bed, steading myself on Harrys arm.

"You can't, Louis is down there," Harry said, nodding towards the bed. "you go ahead and sleep there, I'll sleep on the floor tonight."

I shake my head quickly, holding up a finger. "You're not sleeping on the floor, Harry. This is your room after all! I'll sleep on the floor."

"No you're not! You sleep on my bed, I sleep on the floor, okay?"

"No,"

"No?"

"Yes, no."

"Guys!" A voice makes us jump, we turn our heads to see Rachel standing by the doorway half asleep. "I can hear you from my room, why don't you guys just both sleep on the bed? God, you two are so stubborn."

We let out a sigh as Rachel closed the door, leaving alone. We both just nod in agreement,
already tired from arguing.

~

"There's only 2 minuets left in the year!" I squeal, making everyone's eyes turn to me. Rachel, Harry, Louis, and I were spread out around Rachel's room, waiting to watch the ball drop in Time Square. I steal a quick glance at Harry, who seems to be talking quietly with Louis. I wonder what they're-

Suddenly, the count down begins, and we're all leaning closer to the TV.

"10..9..8..7," Louis scoots closer to Rachel. "6..5..4..3," Harrys right in front of me, smiling innocently. "2..1.. HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Harrys lips are on mine.

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