Summer Nights With One Direction

Amy is prepared for a fun filled summer in London with her Mom. Just hours before their flight, Amy's Mom suddenly cancels due to a work emergency, and her best friend, Tessa, offers to come along instead. They plan for lots of exciting adventures during their trip to London that will make this summer the best one yet. But they definitely aren't expecting to spend their amazing summer nights with the boys from One Direction. Throughout the summer, both girls fall in love and experience some incredible things that they never planned. What will happen when they have to return to their noisy hometown in New York, and leave those delightful summer nights (and their new best friends) behind?


15. I Think Paul Hates Me

I woke up and saw Harry walking out of my bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. "Good morning sunshine." he picked up a pillow and hit me in the head with it. I pulled the pillow from beneath my head and threw it at him. "You're going to make my towel fall!" He laughed. "Actually, I don't care." He climbed onto the bed and whispered. "I love you."

I couldn't produce the words to respond, so I just looked at him blankly. I finally choked out,  "I love you too." And I meant it. I loved Harry Styles. He looked relieved, and smiled nervously. He leaned in for a kiss but I stopped him. "No no no." 

"What, why?"

"I need to brush my teeth! I'm not gonna let you kiss me like this." I covered my mouth and limped off to the bathroom.

As I was rinsing the bubbles out of my mouth, I heard Harry shout, "Its shouldn't take this long  to brush your teeth Amy!" Its true, only because I brushed twice. I spit and dried my mouth. Then I hopped out and returned to the bed. Harry slammed his face against mine and we laughed but kept going. He put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me closer. He was still in just his towel. "We have to get ready." He mumbled.


"We're meeting up with mmPaul in an hour, I thought we couldmm talk to him about mmNiall going back hommme." He moaned. 

"Mmmokay." I responded. We still hadn't officially broken the kiss. "I don't wanna stop."

"Me either. But we have to." He reached down and grabbed my butt. I was a little startled but I didn't let him know. Then there was a knock at the door and I heard a feminine giggle.

"Harry I can see your ass." Liam laughed as he covered Danielle's eyes. Harry pulled the purple quilt over us and kept kissing me.

"Go away!" He waved them off and nibbled my neck.

"Do you need something Liam?" I wrapped my legs around Harry under the blankets without any pain. He took Danielle's hand and they walked towards the bed. I saw a shiny diamond on her neck, attached to a chain. "Oh my god! It's gorgeous!" 

"Isn't it?!?" Danielle jumped up and down. Harry grabbed my butt again and lifted me up.

"I'm sorry about him." I tugged on his ear and he pulled away and glared at Liam.

"He's obviously in a mood. We'll leave you guys to it. We have to get to the airport."

"Okay, have fun in Paris!" I yelled behind them. They smiled and walked out with intertwined hands. "Harry... Stop." He'd been kissing my jawline. 

"Whyyyy?" he whined.

"We have to get ready."

"Fine." He sighed and kissed me once more before he got up and walked out. He was mad. And he probably wanted to be alone, but I need help.

"Harry." I screamed, so he could hear me. "I need help!" he came back with his head down. "I'm sorry baby..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. It was my fault. I'M sorry. What do you wanna wear?" he opened up one of my drawers and took out a thong. "Ooooh."

"Stop it! Put it back!" He put it away and opened another drawer. He pulled out a pair of jean shorts and a light pink t-shirt with red lips on it. "Perfect." I yanked my shirt off and he tossed me the new one. I layed down on my back and he took off my pants. He was careful with my knee when he pulled them down and brought up the shorts. I also heard him snicker during the process, but I ignored it. I buttoned them and zipped the zipper, then I sat back up.

"You do know that I can't carry you around all day long." I frowned. "You're going to have to  walk sometime." He took my hands and pulled me off of the bed. "But if it really hurts then I'll do it. The boys and I could take turns." He chuckled. I limped over to the door casually with excruciating pain. I didn't let my expression show it though. 

"You coming?" I winked and walked to the stairs as he grabbed my flipflops and followed me. "I can't do this part." He kissed my ear from behind and walked in front of me. I jumped on his back and nervously said, "Be careful."

"I am careful, trust me." When he got downstairs he plopped me on the couch. He brought me a bottle of water and we headed out. The pressure was no longer torturing my leg when I got in the car. Louis and Niall were in the car behind us along with Zayn and Tessa.


When we arrived, a man was standing by the doors of a giant building. "There's Paul." Harry said. I was suddenly nervous. He got out and walked around the car to open my door for me.

"Thank you." I smiled. He nodded and we walked towards Paul, hand in hand.

"Hello. Who are your new friends boys?" I noticed that the others had caught up to us and were already standing beside us. Nobody answered. "Boys?"

"Um," Harry cleared his throat. "These are our friends, well, actually more than friends." Harry looked nervous, it was adorable. And Paul's face was unreadable.

"What are you saying, exactly?"

"This is Tessa, my girlfriend." Zayn jumped in. I nudged Harry, signalling for him to introduce me. He fake coughed and I shot him a glare.

"This is Amy." I nudged him again. "My girlfriend." he looked down. I didn't know what was going on. Was he ashamed to be with me? 

"Harry... Can I speak with you over there?" he pointed to the corner of the building. Harry walked over and Paul followed. I looked at Louis.

"What just happened?" Nobody answered. I was extremely confused.

Oh my God, I think Paul hates me.



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