A Reason To Breathe *Harry Styles love story*

Chloe was just a small town girl from Carthage, Missouri, but her life isn't a normal one...or a happy one. What happens when a famous singer gives her a reason to breathe?

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11. Pants or No Pants?

I groggily opened my eyes to see a room that I've never been in before. Oh well. I bet we're in the hotel...I mean I did fall asleep earlier on the plane...THE PLANE!!! Its over! I'm OFF!!! Wow...I slept for like, 9 hours. Geez. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table, groaning as I realized I woke up at 8:47. What's wrong with me? That is WAY too early to get up when I don't have to go to school. I looked around the room, taking in the sea blue walls, the dark blue bed sheets that matched, and Harry's attractive face with his arms wrapped around me...WAIT, WHAT?!?!?! "Harry!" I screeched as I pushed him out of the bed and onto the floor. I screamed again and covered my eyes. He was naked! AND pressed up against me!!! "OH MY GOSH, HARRY! WHAT THE HELL?!?!" He groaned and rubbed his head as he beamed up at me like there was nothing wrong.

 

"Good morning, love. Sleep well?" Ignoring the butterflies that I got in my stomach from him calling me love in his husky morning voice, I glared daggers at him, which was a mistake as I forgot he was naked. I slammed my face into my pillow.

 

"Put some freaking clothes on! You've scarred me for life!" I yelled into the pillow, my voice muffled. He chuckled. "Yeah right. I bet you loved it." I could hear the smirk in his gorgeous voice...wait what? I mentally slapped myself. There is NO WAY in the history of twinkies that THE Harry Styles would like ME. I'm quite frankly unattractive and that's enough to scare him away, even though I will admit that I have an okay personality. My face ruins it. "I did not! Now put on clothes NOW! The longer you take, the madder I'll be!" I threatened. He snorted. "Like you could do anything." "Three, tw-" "Okay, okay. There I have pants on. You can look now." "If you are still naked." "I'm not, I'm not." I pursed my lips. "Ok." I warily removed my face from the pillow to see Harry standing there with pants on. I breathed a sigh of relief. I got up and punched Harry in his arm. He immediately grasped his arm as he groaned in pain and fell to the floor. I smirked proudly as I placed my hands defiantly onto my hips, trying not to laugh at Harry's pain. All of a sudden I heard laughter. I jumped and looked to the doer of the room where the rest of the boys stood...well sort of. Louis was rolling on the floor laughing, Zayn was leaning on the wall, lightly banging it with his fist, laughing, Niall was doubled over laughing, and Liam was clutching the wall for support, trying not to fall as he was laughing so hard. That broke me. I instantly burst out laughing and fell next to Harry. When our laughter died down, Harry spoke. "Why were you guys laughing? Aren't you supposed to help me?" he pouted. "Well, you deserved it. I mean you WERE in her bed naked without her permission. I guess she's stronger than she looks," Louis said, making Harry stick out his bottom lip. "But Boobear!" "Aww! I'm sorry honey! Are you okay???" Louis yelled and rushed to Harry's side and started fretting over his arm that was starting to turn a light shade of blue. I chuckled and rolled my eyes as they had a Larry Stylinson moment. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. Go get some breakfast or something. I'll be starving when I get out." "Ok!" Niall chirped as they left, leaving Harry and Louis still talking and me grabbing some clothes to take a shower.

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