I woke up naked and draped across Harry.

Well, I must've had a good night.

I started to move from my position, but flenched as the slight movement made me realize how much of a headache I had. I let out a tiny yelp that made Harry stir.

"What time is it?" He rolled over onto his belly.

I peeked at the clock, suddenly noticing how bright the hotel room was.

Fuuuuuck hangovers.

"Uhh, one twenty-three." I groaned.

"Holy shit." He looked up at me. "I have to be at the arena in like two hours."

I eased back onto my pillow, feeling nauseated. "You might be going without me." I was so uncomfortable, so I moved to lay on my stomach, placing my head face down into the pillow.

"No, no, no, no, no." Harry mumbled. "You came to visit me, which means you have to go everywhere I go... Hey, that looks comfortable." I heard him shove his face into the pillow like I had mine.

Dork.

"That's what you think. Now go get me two Advil, or stop talking. This headache is a bitch." I spoke, trying to be audible and understandable considering I had a mouth full of pillow.

"Awww, baby can't handle her alcohol." He muttered back through his pillow. I sighed, showing my disapproval of his comment.

"I can too handle my alcohol. It's not like I puked or anything." I lifted my head from the pillow, immediately regretting it. Harry lifted his head too, and looked at me.

"No, but you do have dried drool all across your cheek. Eeeeeeeeew you're disgusting!" He made a dramatic face.

"Check your chest." I smirked.

His face dropped. "What are you talking about?"

"I woke up with my head on your chest." I giggled, despite feeling like I was knocking on death's door.

He pulled the covers back and checked out his chest. To my disappointment, there was no slobber.

Damn that would have been hilarious.

"How are you not hungover right now?" I laid my head back on the pillow, but this time I faced him.

"I am, but making fun of you makes it feel a little better." He got up and found his underwear and slipped them on.

"Eeew, yeah put clothes on, hurry! Gross!" I yelled as he slid his boxers up around his hips. He gave me the finger.

"Wow, you were right. Making fun of you does make me feel tons better!" I smirked.

"Shut up and put on some clothes. We're going to get breakfast to try and feel better. I have to play a fucking show tonight." He walked into the bathroom, still complaining, but I couldn't hear him once he shut the door.

I sat up from bed and found my purse.

Ahh, Advil. Where would I be without you?

I swallowed the medicine and prayed my head would begin to feel better. I slipped on some clothes and pulled my hair up into a bun.

---

We stopped at a small breakfast cafe that was just a short walk from the hotel. Thankfully no fans had noticed. Harry and I were both way too hungover to deal with screaming girls. Although he's so nice he would have smiled and taken as many pictures and signed as many autographs while I bitched - I mean while I stood by gracefully and offered to be in or take photos too.

The waitress took our order and we both settled on pancakes. I was still a little sick to my stomach, but pancakes had never failed me, so I ordered them anyways.

"So what did Emma say about last night?" Harry looked up from his coffee.

"Shit, I completely forgot about that! I'm one hell of a friend." I whipped out my phone and looked at the picture. It was gorgeous last night when I was drunk, and it was even more pretty now that I was sober. "It's beautiful!" I whispered. "I'll go to her room when we get back to the hotel. Did you or any of the other boys know about this?"

"Not at all. We were just as shocked as you!" He drowned his pancakes in syrup, while I waited impatiently for it.

"I just can't believe he wouldn't talk to you about it first. You're kind of like the one he's been discussing his Emma problems with, so I just figured he'd at least tell you." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't know if I would've told either though, cause you know it would have gotten around and then everyone would have to try and keep it a secret. You know how terrible the group is at keeping secrets." He smiled, finally handing me the syrup.

I nodded in agreement and dove head-first into my pancakes.

---

I knocked on Emma and Niall's hotel room door. Then I knocked again. And then again a few seconds later.

Answerrrrrr the dooooor.

Finally, the door swung open to Niall in his boxers.

"Sheesh Horan, she's already pregnant!" I pushed past him, laughing at my own joke. Emma was sitting up on the bed, watching TV.

"Well, hello to you too Leah." He grinned.

I grabbed Emma's left hand. "Oh my God, Niall will you please pick out my engagement ring for Harry?"

"Woah, who said I'm marrying you? You drool too much." I turned to see Harry walk in behind Niall.

He didn't tell me he was coming to the room too, so he surprised me. I gave him the finger and he and Niall giggled like little girls.

Emma and I talked on and on about the wedding. I was ecstatic and so was she.

"We want to go ahead and do it as soon as possible. Alana will be here in September, and I'd like to have plenty of time before then to not stress. But it's already April. What do you think Leah, should I just wait until after she's born?"

"Personally, I would. It's your wedding night, you're gonna wanna have f-u-n!" I winked.

"You're probably right. Plus, then Alana could have a special place in the ceremony! Oh my God, I just realized that if I wait, she'll get to be there! Niall, we're waiting until after Alana's arrival to get married!" She began to talk at an unbelievable speed, due to her excitement. She'd done that since we were kids.

"Hey, Leah we're gonna have to go get ready to leave. I'm supposed to be there in 45 minutes." Harry checked his watch, interrupting the wedding excitement.

"Oh, yeah we need to get ready too, Ni." Emma got up off of the bed.

"Well I'll see you in a little while, at the venue. We'll have to pick up where we left off!" I squealed, hugging her, and hurried down the hall to get ready.

---

The show went well, as always and Emma and I pretty much had her whole wedding planned by the time the show ended.

"Now we really get to go out and celebrate!" Zayn cheered as the boys came over to greet us.

"Two of our bestfriends getting hitched! Of course we're celebrating!" Liam added.

"So, is tonight more of a go out and get shit-faced drunk night, or a stay in together and get tipsy night?" Louis looked to Emma and Niall for their decision.

"Stay in together and get tipsy!" Everyone chorused at the same time. It was more fun to us than going out, and it always resulted in everyone being closer. Our drunk conversations were priceless and they somehow made our family stronger.

---

"So who in the group do you think would have been the first to spill the secret?" Louis asked Niall, and then took a chug of his beer.

We all sat in mine and Harry's hotel room, just talking. Everyone had a beer, except for the pregnant one. We were all tipsy and the good conversation was starting to flow. Whenever we had a night like this, we always ended up talking about our group - like who's most likely to do what or why one of us does something. It was really what kept our bond so strong. No one ever got offended, but probably because we only did this when we were drunk.

"LEAH!" Niall pointed at me and everyone laughed.

"Yep, no doubt about it!" Louis nagged.

I rolled my eyes. "No, way! I would have never given away an engagement secret!"

"You wouldn't have done it on purpose, though. It'd be more like, 'O-M-G I'm so jealous of your ring!'" Liam laughed and I shrugged, realizing they were probably right.

"I didn't think Niall would be the first to be married, though. Or the first with a kid. Our little Nialler is growing up!" Zayn smiled.

"Who'd you think would be first?" Niall asked.

"Hmmm I thought Liam and Danielle - just because they've been together longest." Zayn answered.

"We definitely would not have been the first with kids, though!" Liam laughed.

"No, I thought that'd be Harry and Leah." Louis commented.

Harry looked at me and smiled.

"You're both wonderful with kids." Emma added.

"Go ahead and knock her up, Haz. We know how bad you want a kid, plus Alana's gonna need a friend her age to be on tour with her all the time!" Niall laughed.

I put my head in my hands, a little embarrassed. Harry laughed and nudged me with his elbow.

"Honestly, you two will probably end up married next. Look at you. It's obvious how much you love one another." Zayn laughed.

I blushed and took a big swig of my drink. I loved Harry with all of my heart and it made my heart soar to know that our friends thought we had a special kind of love.

"No, she drools too much." Harry smirked at me.

"Harry, you've already used that joke today!" I pushed his arm, taking note of how much more muscular he'd gotten in the month we'd spent apart.

"I know, but it's funny." He grinned and pulled me into a headlock. I squirmed against him, but his muscles were too much for me.

"Yeah, Zayn. I completely agree." Louis laughed.

The conversation shifted and pretty soon, we'd all decided to call it a night.

Harry and I climbed into bed and he scooted over to spoon with me. He draped his arm over my waist and buried his face into the crook of my neck. I smiled. Feeling him against my skin was the most perfect feeling.

"You know I was joking earlier, right? I'd marry you in a heartbeat, drool and all." He placed a kiss on my jaw as he moved to look at me.

"I was hoping so." I smirked and leaned up to kiss his lips.

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