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THIS CHAPTER IS UNEDITED!

Chelsea’s P.O.V.

            I tossed and turned all night. I couldn’t sleep at all. Finally giving up, I tip-toed downstairs at one in the morning to find something else to do. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights before taking a glass out of the cupboard. Filling the glass with cold water, I brought it to my chapped lips and took a long sip to quench my thirst. I looked out the kitchen window and sighed. Bright stars twinkled against the night sky as a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. The moon shined through the small wisps of clouds that danced in the peaceful sky.

            If only my life could be that peaceful. “Are you okay?”

            I spit out my water and held my hand to my chest. “Do you know how much you scared me?” I hissed as I turned around.

            But my anger vanished as I stared at the person at the door. Harry stood there with his arms crossed across his chest and a blank look on his face. I looked at the ground as awkward silence filled the kitchen. I heard Harry sigh before footsteps came to me and a hand cupped my chin; forcing me to look up. The back of his other hand caressed my cheek tenderly as a lone tear made its way down my cheek. Harry narrowed his eyes and wiped the tear away with his thumb. “Why are you crying baby?” Harry asked thickly.

            I bit my lip as I looked into Harry’s eyes. “Do you really feel about me in that way?” I asked, dreading the answer.  

            Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and then his eyes widened. “No, no, no baby. I was just frustrated back then about different things. One of them being the boys and I have to get back to work tomorrow. Do you forgive me?”

            I frowned. “What do you mean?”

            “The boys and I have to go back to the studio and record songs, hon. Also interviews, concerts, signings all that crap. That means less time to spend with you darling. Please tell me you forgive me.” Harry said sadly as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

            “I forgive you Harry.”

            Harry smiled at me but I grabbed his hand. “Please tell me you’re not going anywhere like back to England.” I asked frantically.

            Harry shook his head. “No sweetie, Simon moved us here in California until he comes back. If we were to go somewhere, I’m not going without you princess.”

            I smiled and hugged Harry. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed my forehead. “Aren’t you sleepy Chels?” Harry asked after a few moments.

            I shook my head. “I can’t sleep.” I admitted as I rested my head on his shoulder.

            “Come on then, let’s get you upstairs.”

            Without another word, Harry swiftly lifted me up bridal style. I squeaked in surprise and Harry chuckled. He walked out of the kitchen and I wrapped my hands around his neck and buried my head in his chest. Opening my bedroom door with his back, Harry walked across my room and gently laid me on my bed. Gathering the comforters, he draped them over my body. Harry sat at the edge of the bed and stroked my hair as he started singing to me.

The end of the night

We should say goodbye

But we carry on

While everyone’s gone

Never felt like this before

Are we friends or are we more?

As I’m walking towards the door

I’m not sure

But baby if you say you want me to stay

I’ll change my mind

'Cause I don’t wanna know I’m walking away

If you’ll be mine

Won’t go, won’t go

So baby if you say you want me to stay, stay for the night

I’ll change my mind.

Lean in when you laugh,

We take photographs

There’s no music on

But we dance along

Never felt like this before

Are we friends or are we more?

As I’m walking towards the door

I’m not sure.

But baby if you say you want me to stay

I’ll change my mind

'Cause I don’t wanna know I’m walking away

If you’ll be mine

Won’t go, won’t go

So baby if you say you want me to stay, stay for the night

I’ll change my mind.

I’ll change my mind.

Baby if you say you want me to stay

I’ll change my mind

But baby if you say you want me to stay

I’ll change my mind

'Cause I don’t wanna know I’m walking away

If you’ll be mine

Won’t go, won’t go

So baby if you say you want me to stay, stay for the night

I’ll change my mind.

            My eyes were closed by now, sleep almost overtaking my body. I could feel Harry get up, but I didn’t want him to do. So I blindly reached up and latched onto Harry’s hand. “Don’t go.” I heard myself saying sleepily.

            Harry quietly chuckled and the bed dipped next to me. An arm draped over my body and I felt myself being pulled. Harry turned my body until my face was in his chest and our legs were tangled with each others. I sighed. I felt so warm with Harry. Always protected. Always safe. Always welcomed. Always wanted.    

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            My alarm blared again in the morning. I groaned and took an arm out of the blanket to snooze it. The ringing stopped and I snuggled back against a warm body. Wait, a warm body? (A/N Speaking of warm bodies, has anyone seen Warm Bodies? It’s a movie.) My eyes snapped open only to find myself looking at a black T-shirt. Black T-Shirt? Harry? My head turned upwards to see a sleeping Harry and everything came rushing back to me. Glass of water, apology, singing to sleep, everything. I smiled happily. Harry’s curls were flopped messily on the pillow as steady snores spilled from his parted mouth. The nose I bumped into so many times was scrunched up and his eyebrows were furrowed together like he was concentrating on something really hard. He looked so childlike, so beautiful, so innocent. Not the cheeky little flirt he shows the world. “Hasn’t your mom told you staring was impolite?”

            I jumped in Harry’s arms and let out a startled gasp. “Jeez, you’re so jumpy in the morning.” Harry said sleepily as he opened one eye; a small smile settling on his lips.

            I sucked in sharply. How could one person look so beautiful? It should be illegal. A curl fell in front of Harry face blocking me from his stunning green eyes. Unconsciously, my hand reached up and brushed it away. It traveled across his messy hair until I reached the nape of his neck and started playing with the hair there. Harry chuckled as my mouth parted in amazement when I felt every part of his hair. “Do you find this fun Chels?” Harry asked softly as his eyes fluttered close and again.

I blushed but didn’t bother denying it. “Yes.” I breathed.

Then it hit me. Alarm? I have school. I moaned angrily and pulled my hands out of Harry’s hair before unwrapping the covers around me. I sat up and dangled my legs off the bed, about to get up and start my tortuous day before a hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me back onto the bed. I giggled as my back was squished against Harry’s chest and his head was snuggling into my hair. “Don’t go.” Harry moaned into my hair.

I sighed. I wish. “I have to Harry, I have school. And you have an interview.”

He groaned and reluctantly let go of me. I climbed out of the warm and tempting bed and trudged to the bathroom. Picking up the brush, I quickly brushed my teeth and peeled off my clothes before jumping into the shower. I came out after 10 minutes and yanked on jeans, tank top, and a sweater. Combing my hair, I was starting to quickly put on my new makeup when the door burst open. Harry stood there holding his ‘package.’ “Chels, get out! I NEED TO PEEEEEEEEE!” Harry screamed.

I laughed and scrambled frantically to get out. Harry slammed the door shut and I could hear a pause before a satisfied sigh came out of the bathroom. I giggled, but my giggles were immediately stopped as I glanced at my alarm clock. 7:12, crap! School started in 18 minutes. “HARRY!” I yelled and pounded on the door.

My fist banged against the door one more time before it swung open. “Finally!” I said as I brushed past Harry and started to apply my makeup.

Harry watched me intently as he leaned against the doorframe. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“What does it look like?” I replied.

He walked over to me, took the mascara out of my hand, and frowned. “You never put makeup before.”

I grabbed it back and finished before answering Harry. “I do now. Can you drop me at school?”

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            I groaned and dropped my backpack before plopping down on the couch. School was terrible as always. Only good thing that happened was that Simon called randomly during lunch and he caught up about everything. Well almost everything. I didn’t tell him about me and Harry yet.

            I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. The boys were out doing interviews and all that crap. Oh, speaking of interviews, the boy’s interview they did today must be on TV.

            I flicked through the channels until I saw the familiar faces of 5 boys. Oh man, the interview was just ending.

            “Okay guys. To wrap up the interview, we have the question that every Directioner wants to hear. Who’s taken and who’s single?” The interviewer asked.

            Liam raised his hand and so did Niall and Zayn. And to my surprise, and to probably a million other girls, Harry raised his hand as well. The boys looked at Harry in shock and I stared at the TV as I mercilessly bit my finger nails. And I never bite my nails.

            “Well this is a surprise, who is the lucky girl Harry?” The interviewer asked, surprise clear on her face.

            Harry turned pink. “Well I can’t say her name, but she’s really special to me. I have only met her couple of weeks back but I really like her. She’s insecure and doesn’t notice how beautiful she really is. So to show her how much she means to me, I wrote her a small poem. Here it goes. Hope you guys like it. 

You hate how your hair falls,

So you hide it in a bun.

You turn up to school each day,

Look around and feel outdone.

You check your thighs constantly

To see if you’ve gained weight.

You can’t get to sleep at night

Because you’re too busy fighting fate.

You hate your heart for beating

And letting it cause you pain.

You’re so over being hurt

You don’t want to love again.

You have to wear make up

To feel more secure,

And when you’re asked how you feel

You’re never really sure.

You hate to let people in

You fear you’ll let them down.

You wear a pretty smile

So people won’t know you frown.

And when you look in the mirror

All you see is a broken mess.

But darling when I look at you,

What I see is flawless.

Inspiartional quote is on the side as well as “Change My Mind” by One Direction. >>>