Harry's words replaying over my head he quoted at lunch, "If you need me, even just to talk in the middle night, just knock on my door."

I may take him up on that right now. Climbing out of bed I slip on my uggs. Our relationship isn't labelled but I want to consider him a friend, a good friend.

I knock on his door room 679. Opening the door shirtless, hair damp, a towel hanging from his hips.
"Bells, hi." He looks puffed out?

"hi sorry to disturb you, but you said if I wanted to talk I could come -----"
Harry babyyy who is it?" A female voice I hear.

And I have never been so embarrassed in my entire existence, my face blushing red.

"I'm so, so, so sorry." I run away, hearing him call my name.

---

"Louis next." I shout. The boys first show in Ireland and Niall is so proud, Irish jigging in the background.

"Hey love." He takes a seat and I blow dry his hair. "You know just because you left Harry's hair last still means you have to engage with him" El slaps him over the head causing me giggle.

"It's whatever." I huff.

A choooo. "Oh that's a cute sneeze." El oddly observed. I use my forearm to wipe my nose. And sneeze again. "you ok then?" She asks me, "I think i got it from Paul." Another sneeze.

"Just don't infect me" Sarcastically wiping the supposed germs from his shoulder.




Awkwardly I blow dry Harry's hair. "So Bells. How you been?" I begin to conveniently cough. Oh god! I haven't been sick in a year. "Umm yea I feel a flu coming but yea."

"You gonna come out tonight?" he asks me, "no, I will be fast asleep popped up on endless pills to avoid a flu." I say honestly, I really wanted to go out but I need to keep my energy.


"Oh ok then" He seems disappointed. "Maybe next time." Oh god I feel a sore throat, yep definitely staying in.

---

El and I are backstage. I do my best to keep up with her dance moves, my bones are starting to ache.

Feel you on my neck while I'm calling a taxi
Climbing over me while I climb in the backseat
Now we're taking off, now we're taking it off tonight


Harry belts out.

All you need to know is

You can call me
When you're lonely
When you can't sleep
I'll be your temporary fix
You control me

Even if it's just tonight





Harry's pov:


Jesus, lord almighty Niall is a freak. We are at some club how is he still standing after so many drinks? Liam, Louis, El and myself watch him with the ladies, his white collar now full of red stain lipstick.

"I miss cheryl." Liam sighs taking a swizzle of his beer.

Louis stands with El behind her arms resting around his neck. "What time is it?" Liam asks. I glance at my watch and my eyes widen in utter shock.. "fifteen minutes till twelve."

"What has become of us lads?" Louis questions. I keep checking my phone I texted Bella but she hasn't got back to me, maybe she fell asleep. She agreed to give me her key card so I would check on her.


"I'm gonna go Skype Cherly." Liam practically dashes out of the cub. "Hope you get Cyber lucky." Louis raises his glass.

"I'm gonna go to." I put my beer down. "Where?" Louis grins. "Oh be quiet babe" El defends me. "Yea be quiet babe" I cheekily wink.


"H." I turns back around. "Be gentle with her."



"Hey handsome." Some random girl backs me against a wall, trying to rub up against me. "Look" I gently shove her off. "You seem nice, but I'm not interested." She looks at me in disgust, I don't have time for this crap I shake my head and whistle a cab.







There is something so holy and pure and innocent about seeing Bella like this. Wrapped up in bed sheets, snoring setting me at ease. I touch her forehead, head into the bathroom damped and face towel return back to the bed and place it over her forehead.


I can't let her be alone. I take a seat on the sofa opposite the bed and attempt to get some rest watching her constantly through the night.

Notes