**Harry’s POV**

I paced my room holding my phone in my hand. I knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn’t. Nichole was so tired. I looked like she was going to fall asleep on her feet earlier. I slept so much better when I heard her voice though. I was wound up from the conversation earlier so I knew it was going to be a long night. I opened the curtain and looked out over the city.I could see the fans milling around the parking lot, but I had left the light off, so they couldn’t see me.I always wondered what the other hotel guests thought when we were in the hotel and screaming fans where outside all day and all night. What did Nichole think of it all? She hadn’t run away, so that was a plus. I was still holding my phone, I looked down, scrolled through the contacts, stopping on Nichole’s name. My thumb hovered over the call button and just as I decided to put the phone down, a text from her came on screen.

Nichole: I know you are awake, Harry
Me: How did you know? And why aren’t you sleeping?
Nichole: Educated guess, Mr. Styles – I’m in bed, just took a shower and your sister is singing Artic Monkeys to me. You definitely have the voice in the family, she should stick to writing. How much did she drink?
Me: Evidently, too much. I left the party not long after you did.
Nichole: Oh? Why?
Me: Wasn’t feeling it. You should be sleeping. You’ve had a long day.
Nichole: I have a confession…
Me: Oh? What’s that?
Nichole: I’ve gotten used to your calls…I can’t sleep until I hear your voice.

I re read that text twice before I messaged her back.

Me: Meet me in the hall

**Nichole’s POV**

I just laid there staring at my phone while Gemma was singing from her bed. I sighed and looked over at her. I needed my best friend to be coherent right now. Gemma was honest to the core, and this was her brother I was talking to…

“Gem?”

“Yeah?” she said, stopping mid chorus of “Do I Wanna Know.”

“Harry wants me to meet him in the hall…” She sat up quickly and looked at me.

“You are chatting up my baby brother!!”

“Oh my god, Gem…I am not…I don’t think so…he’s chatting me up, too!” I looked over at her, and she was grinning like Louis at me.

“Don’t look at me like that. This is awkward enough. He’s your brother and my boss for god’s sake. I don’t know what to do.”

“Geez…go. He’s not asking you to come to his room…or is he? Oh hell, I’ll murder him if he is!”

“No…no…he’s not asked me that.” Then I showed her the texts. She started grinning as she read them. She threw my phone back at me and said,

“My singing is not that bad, miss.”

“Whatever you say, I’m just saying Adele doesn’t need to be worrying about you.” I said laughing at the disgusted look on her face.

“That’s the most precious thing I have seen in forever. You both can’t sleep without talking to each other. GAHHHH go!! Now! If he kisses you, I don’t want to know about it. Wait. Yes, I do want to know, just no details, ok?”

“Oh hells bells…Shut up!” I said as I pulled on my hoodie and grabbed my key card, slipping it into my pocket.

I stepped out of room and looked down the hall both ways, not seeing him at first, then I heard soft footsteps behind me and turned around. He was wearing joggers, a hoodie and had his hair pulled back. So different than the skinny jeans and button ups I was used to seeing him in. When I saw those dimples I couldn’t help but smile right back at him. He stopped inches away from me, so I had to look up to see his face, and said softly,

“I thought you were going to stand me up.”

“So you were coming to get me?”

“Possibly,” he teased. Then he took my hand and said, “Come on.” And we headed back down the hall, past his room. He stopped at a door, looking around to see if we were being watched.

“Harry, where are we going?” He pulled the door open, which led to a stairwell.

“The roof.”

“The roof? It’s September, in Canada. We’re going to freeze to death.” I laughed and followed him up the stairs.

“I promise I won’t let that happen, Nichole.”

We ran up a couple flights of stairs and stopped at the door. We were both out of breath and giggling. We looked at each other and both pushed the door open at the same time. It almost slammed shut, but Harry had the sense to find something to prop it open a bit, else we’d been explaining to Hotel security and management why we were locked out on the roof.After he took care of the door, he took my hand and he led me over to the edge so we could look at the city lights. The wind was blowing and it was cold so we both pulled our hoods up. He put his hands in his pocket and I pulled my hands up into the sleeves of my hoodie. We stood there in the quiet just looking around for a few minutes until I asked,

“Harry, why did you bring me up here?”

“I like to do this sometimes when we are in hotels. It’s a way to get outside and not have to have three security guards pushing you through the crowd.”

Even in the dark I could see that he was worn out. It was no wonder he had developed insomnia. This break that was coming, he needed it. They all did, I’m sure. I reached over and touched his arm and the turned and looked first at my hand and then me.

“I can’t imagine how you guys have done this nonstop for so long, Harry. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t go home for so long.” Then out of the blue he says,

“I wish you had come to the show that night after you helped Gemma.”

“Why?”

“Then this,” he said gesturing between the two of us, “wouldn’t be so awkward. You’ve been important to my sister for a while now. I just wish I would’ve been able to get to know you too.”

I brushed my hand over his forearm and moved right next to him, we both turned back to looking out over the city. A wave of bravery or insanity washed over me and I just reached over and put my hand in the pocket of his hoodie, taking his hand in mine. The feel of his long fingers intertwining with mine felt so good, so right. I could feel his eyes looking down at me but I didn’t look up, I continued looking out at the city, listening for the faint screams of the fans. Then I smiled and said,

“So we get to know each other now, Harry.”

**Gemma’s POV**

I watched Nicky slip out the door and heard Harry not long after that. I smiled and grabbed my phone.

Me: Harry just told her to meet him in the hall
Liam: Did she go?
Me: Took her a min to decide, but yeah, she went
Liam: So little Haz is making his move
Me: Can we not talk about my brother’s moves, please?
Liam: hahahahaha

Notes

This one was a struggle to write. Part of me feels like it might be moving to fast, but Nichole and Harry had other ideas. Hate it when my characters tell me what I should write. Aren't I the boss here??

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