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*Norah's POV*

"Please, don't be mad at me," I pouted as I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He pulled up his pants and grinned, kissing my lips softly while I put on my shirt and handed him his.

"I'm not mad," he sighed. "I'm jealous."

"I was jealous! That's why I did it," I defended quietly. "Please, just tell me you love me."

He looked at me and chuckled, his rough hands cupping my face. "I love you. I love you, Norah."

He left a small kiss to my nose. "I," and another kiss, "love," and another, "you."

"Okay, okay," I laughed, swatting him away. "When are we going home?"

"Now," he smiled softly. "It's been a hell of a long day."

"I know," I mumbled, leaning into his chest. "I just want to go to sleep."

"It's only six, babe."

"Wait a sec, wasn't Ernie supposed to come to the hotel?"

"I arranged for Victoria to take care of him tonight."

"We're capable," I protested softly. "I want to meet him."

"He's happy at home, sweetheart."

"Alright."

We walked back out and Zayn was gone, leaving Liam to put everything up and turn off all the lights.

"I see you found a shirt," he smirked as Harry wrapped an arm around me. "Are you guys leaving?"

"Yeah, she's tired," Harry grinned. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"I had a date," he shrugged. "She, uh- she cancelled."

"Sorry," Harry frowned slightly, his thumb rubbing in small circles on my shoulder. "Obviously there was something wrong with her."

"I'll be okay. But I want to catch up more, Norah. Do you guys want to come over for lunch tomorrow?"

"We would love that," I smiled as Harry nodded next to me. "That sounds really fun."

"I make a mean fruit salad," Liam chuckled. He came to stand in front of me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, his stubble tickling my cheek as he kissed it. "I'll see you guys tomorrow then?"

"Absolutely."

We stepped into the chilly air and Harry shivered, hugging me closer to his side as I giggled.

"You had an outfit for tonight, right?" He asked as we walked to the hotel.

"Yeah."

"Save it."

I looked up at him. "Why?"

"Because. You were really excited about it and I want to reschedule."

"Okay," I laughed. "I will then."

The hotel was close but it was freezing, Harry's warmth doing little to keep the biting cold at bay. I was shivering by the time we got into my room.

"Jesus, it's cold," Harry shook his head, falling back on the giant bed. "Would you wake me up when you get out of the shower?"

I let my clothes hit the floor and nodded slightly as I stepped into the huge shower. I decided to take a long one to relax a little but my mind wandered back to the pictures. I just wanted to know who sent them, maybe then Harry would let out the huge breath I knew he'd been holding. He was more worried than I was.

After about twenty minutes, I dragged myself away from the warm water and into the bathroom. I could hear some kids running down the hall outside and then their frantic mother, judging by the heavier footsteps and frazzled voice calling out to them. I smiled to myself at the thought.

"Harry," I called as I tucked a towel under my arms. "Come wash all your nasty sweat off, please."

There was no reply.

"Harry," I repeated a little louder. "Wake up, Har. It's time to shower."

He was passed out on the bed, his legs dangling off and one of his shoes missing. How adorable.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed slightly, smiling to myself as his head lolled towards my touch.

"Baby," he mumbled, his voice still thick and husky with sleep.

"Yeah, I'm here," I laughed softly. "Let me put on some clothes and I'll help you in the shower, okay?"

He nodded.

I slipped on a pair of comfortable panties and one of his worn out shirts, I think it had a soccer ball on the front. It must have been from his team when we were eighteen. My heart fluttered at the feeling of the material on my skin, a million memories flooding back. Memories of late-night roof climbing, flying down the highway at three in the morning because we were so angry at everything and it was all we could do to feel control, sitting at some shitty diner and drinking bad coffee to avoid returning home, then getting yelled at for being reckless. But after everything was over and I had screamed into my pillow for about fifteen minutes, I would hear a small tap at my window and Harry would climb in, his face just as flushed and angry as mine. And we would cuddle under the covers and his hands would grip mine so tightly, it felt like we were melting together. And everything would be alright.

*

I got up the next morning around eight, only to find that my assistant had called four times last night. Interesting.

I looked over at Harry; snoring, sleepy, adorable Harry, whose hair was an absolute mess because he passed out right after his shower and his curls dried against the pillow.

Being as quiet as I could manage, I padded out to kitchen area and dialed my assistant's number.

"Norah," he answered immediately, his voice sounding relieved. "I thought you'd been kidnapped by some crazy American."

I laughed. "I'm fine, George."

"Well you were supposed to check in, remember?"

"I know, I know," I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "I'm sorry, Georgie, I really am. I just got busy and by the time I remembered, the time difference would have made it like one a.m."

He sighed. "It's fine, Norah. You know I love you anyway." (a/n George is gay but I didn't really know how to make that obvious without being stereotypical so I'm just telling you. Carry on)

"Good, and I love you too," I smiled. "How is everything?"

"It's alright. The building is still in one piece, if that's what you mean. But it's business as usual."

"And how is Adeline doing?"

"Well you know she and Walter broke up, right?"

"No," I frowned. "I thought he was going to propose!"

"We all did! But he dumped her like yesterday morning, I think."

I set up the coffee maker and waited against the counter. "That really sucks."

"She's been crying a little but I think she'll be alright. She won't stop talking about that fundraiser tomorrow, it's like the one thing she's excited about."

"Good, I'm excited too."

"Have you talked to Harry yet? Wasn't that his name?"

"Yeah, we've talked," I laughed lightly. "Actually a little bit more than that."

"I would bet just about anything that you're in his shirt right now," George said cheekily. "Am I right?"

"Possibly."

"I knew it. I could tell just from the way you talked about him that you liked him."

"Oh whatever."

He chuckled and we talked for a few minutes about my dress for the fundraiser, the phone balancing precariously on my shoulder as I poured my coffee and we eventually said our goodbyes.

I poured another cup of coffee and fixed it exactly how Harry liked it: a little bit of sugar and no creamer. It was odd, but I didn't question it.

After getting our coffee, I crawled back onto the bed next to Harry and set his cup on my nightstand, the smell filling the room until it seeped into everything. It was a perfect morning, rainy and dark but perfectly warm in my place next to that boy. He was his own little heat source.

"I can feel you staring at me," Harry grumbled with his eyes still closed. He turned over to face me and opened one eye, a lazy grin forming on his plump lips as he stretched.

"Good morning," I giggled, running my hand through his curls. "How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully," he yawned as he turned on his back and ran a hand over his face. "You snore a little, by the way."

"I do not!"

"It's cute, really," he chuckled. He rolled over and rested his head on my stomach, his arms snaking around my waist as his shirt slipped off my shoulder and exposed it.

"I think you were listening to yourself," I retorted. "You do snore."

He smirked. "Whatever."

I slid down the headboard so we were even, our eyes level with each other as his fingers laced in mine.

"How did you sleep, my beautiful girl?"

"Alright," I smiled in response. "I have trouble with sleeping in different beds."

"Why?"

His lips pressed softly down my neck and all along my collarbone, making it hard to form a response as his hand gripped my bum.

"I have this mattress at home and I've had it forever and I just really like it. It's a shitty mattress, actually, but I still love it. It's mine."

"So you can't sleep on another mattresses?"

"Exactly."

"Interesting." His rough hand migrated farther down my body until it came to my panties, where he tapped my skin lightly.

"Can I help you?" I laughed, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.

"I want to have sloppy morning sex with you," he sighed with a lazy smile. "Please."

"I'm sore, Har," I answered quietly. "Can we take a day off?"

He let out a deep breath. "Hmph."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, sunshine," he chuckled. "Even though your body is fúcking heaven, I don't mind taking a break."

I smiled and pressed my lips softly to his, a laugh slipping from my mouth as he tickled my sides and maneuvered my body on top of his.

"I'm hungry," he grinned, resting one hand behind his head. "Get dressed and we'll go down to breakfast, how does that sound?"

"Perfect."

We got up slowly and got ready even slower, finally stumbling out of our room around nine to find the breakfast bar. Harry looked adorable, as usual, in a white T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair held back by a red bandana and his eyes looking especially green today for some reason.

"You look beautiful," he beamed as we stood in the elevator with an older couple and their teenagers. "If I haven't told you already."

I leaned into his side and his arm closed around my waist, his cheek pressing to my head as we waited.

"Honeymoon?" The mother asked to break the silence. Her smile was warm and she looked nice enough.

"Oh, no," Harry answered with a laugh. "We're not together, actually. Just old friends."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded with a small smile. "Since we were one."

"Wow," the father raised his eyebrows. He was a larger man, with a jolly face and welcoming eyes. They looked like incredibly nice people. "That's a very long time."

Harry looked down at me and grinned. "She's worth it."

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"Here, try the eggs," Harry said through a mouthful of food. "They're really good."

I took the bite off his outstretched fork and swallowed, a smile forming on my lips as I nodded in agreement. "You're right, they're delicious."

I picked up the banana on my plate and peeled it, suddenly becoming aware of Harry's dark eyes on me.

"What?" I mumbled as I took a bite. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He snorted. "Nothing."

"That family was nice," I said lightly. "At least they seemed to be."

"I don't know, they looked a little kinky."

"What?"

"Did you see their daughter? I would bet anything she's into some weird shit."

I just stared at him. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Didn't you see her?"

"Yes."

"She looked like a freak!"

I shook my head and he grinned, a little bit of orange juice dribbling out of his mouth as he chuckled.

"Dammit," he continued laughing, spilling even more juice on himself. "I'm a mess!"

"Stop laughing!" I squealed as I tried to stuff napkins in his mouth. "Oh my god, you're the most embarrassing person I've ever met."

He threw his head back and laughed for another solid two minutes, turning every woman's head towards the gorgeous man with the contagious laugh. Their faces ranged from smiling to confused, some even looked at me with pity. If only they knew.

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