Finding Love in London

Lilly and Haley are best friends FOREVER. They even have their own language, sign language. Lilly's deaf, and Haley is the only one who stood up for her when they were in school and every one made fun of her. For Haley's 18th birthday, Lilly gets her FRONT ROW One Direction tickets. Haley insists Lilly goes with her, even though Lilly protests, syaing, "Go with someone who can actually hear them!" Haley says she'll sign the lyrics to Lilly, and Lilly gives up and comes.
When they're leaving through an alley and the door opens and bumps into Haley, revealing One Direction and one falls for Haley and another falls for Lilly, will they have a happy ever after, or will all the hate destroy them inside?


16. Fun in Florida

I woke up, barely conscious, still entwined in Harry's arms. As Harry stirred in his sleep, I slowly got up and crept out of the bed, trying not to wake Harry up.
Once out of the bed, I pulled out white jean short shorts, and when I say short, I mean SHORT. I don't wear underwear with them because it would peak out. No one wants to see monkey Haley underwear. At the top they were kind of low, too. Eh. Next I pulled out a t-shirt ripped down the sides along my waist and on the sleeves. Then next came the bra and chuck taylor's and off to the shower I went. I pulled off all of my clothes and turned to face the mirror and brush out my hair. All of a sudden the door swung open and Harry started to walk in.
"Holy Shi...tacci Mushrooms, Harry!" I said, trying to cover myself with a towel. Harry threw his head back and laughed.
"Sorry, I'll stay out, Your Loveliness."
I swallowed, finally having successfully covered myself with the towel.
"And, I believe this is my towel, darling," Harry said snatching it away from me. I guess my towel was outside. 
"HARRY!" I complained.
"Fine! I'll go get your towel." He said and rolled his eyes.
After a second he knocked on the door and I stuck my hand out for the towel. He shoved his way in, bowed, and tossed me my towel, then went out laughing uproariously. I stared down at my naked body, thinking, "My god I can't believe he saw my fat body." Then I looked in the mirror and smiled at the ridiculous thought. My doctor had once been worried about my weight because I was too small. Then I thought, "I guess he was going to see me sometime or later."
I climbed into the shower and took care of myself. After drying myself off I looked around for my clothes. Where were they? Holy shitacci mushrooms he did not.
"HARRY?" I yelled.
"Yes, Love?!" He yelled back.
"Where are my clothes?!"
"Oh, you mean the lovely, revealing clothes you planned to wear no underwear with?"
Oh gosh. "Yeah?"
"Out here."
Oh no he didn't.
"Bring them in!"
"Come get them!"
I wrapped myself in my towel and came out of the door. "Where are they?"
"Like I said, come get them."
Keep in mind it's about 8:00 in the morning and I don't want to cause a problem with neighbors.
"Come on!"
I ventured over to my clothes laying on the bed next to him. I tried to snatch them up swiftly and did so, but equally swiftly Harry snatched my towel. The second time today. The SECOND. I fumed at him. He laughed, just standing there, not even looking. Not like he could, I was holding the clothing in front of me.
"Hand me the towel."
"Hand me the clothes."
"The towel."
"The clothes."
I sighed in exasperation. I could one, turn around and walk to the bathroom and get changed and let him see my butt, two, take the towel back and pick out new clothes where he'd probably just snatch the towel back anyway, or three, get changed in front of him. All of them involved him seeing myself. What to do?
"What is it that you want?" I asked.
"To see you get angry. You're just so CUTE when you're angry. And of course, my way of angering you has its benefits," he said casually.
I sighed in exasperation realizing he was not indeed going to give me my towel back. I slowly pulled the shorts on, then the bra which he helped me with, then slid the top on over it, the rips in the sides revealing well, my sides. 
Harry whistled. "I can see why you don't wear underwear with those shorts."
Men. I sighed and began to pack up. Our plane was scheduled to leave at 10:35 and I wanted to eat brunch, since I missed breakfast. 
Apparently everyone else had too, because we all got to the dining room about the same time. We all sat down together, and Lilly and I exchanged mornings. Apparently, hers had gone VERY similar to mine. Funny.
After everyone had gotten their food and sat down, Louis screamed, "TRUTH OR DARE!"
Everyone agreed and Louis said, "Me first! Haley, truth or dare?"
"What?" I said, totally absorbed in my waffles.
"Well SORRY!" I said with a hint of sass, ok, a lot of sass. "Dare."
"Ooh!" He squealed like a little girl and whispered something to Eleanor. She laughed at what he said and nodded.
I got nervous.
"I dare you to let Harry pick out your clothes for the rest of the trip," Louis said with a smirk.
I felt sick. "Ok, fine. Lilly, truth or dare?"
"Errr.... Well..."
The game went on until 9:00 when Liam cried, "Guys we have to go!"
We all packed up our bags and got into the car.
An hour and fifteen minutes later we were seated on the plane. I fell asleep in Harry's arms which were holding my body rather tightly I should say. Then again, there were plenty of teenage guys on this plane. I think there was a summer field trip? I got really uncomfortable from all the stares I was receiving. Especially this one guy in particular...
When we arrived, I headed for the bathroom. I noticed that one guy following me and I started to get nervous. I quickly darted into the bathroom and to my horror he actually had the nerve to follow!
"Get out, this is a girls' bathroom," I said loudly, hoping someone heard me.
"Ah, shut up," he said. He walked closer, and tried to hug me.
I pushed him away. "Who do you think you are?!" I asked, appalled.
"Your future boyfriend, duh," he said.
Whoa, now. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Dump pretty boy or I'll hurt him," he threatened.
"Fine. Let me go to the bathroom then I'll do it."
After I washed my hands we left, and as soon as I got out I ran to the nearest police officer I saw.
After telling him the whole story he quickly had the college kid brought into custody. 
Harry and the others soon found out what had happened and after that, Harry didn't let me out of his sight.
Once arriving at our hotel, everyone came to the room Lilly and I shared.
"So what do you guys want to do?" Eleanor asked. It was about 1:00 or so, and we were in Florida.
"The boardwalk!" Lilly immediately shouted. We had all day because the concert was tomorrow.
Everyone agreed and I slipped on some sunglasses and tied my hair in a messy bun. I slipped on flip-flops and was out the door.
Everyone decided to split up into couples, so Harry and I first went to the roller coaster ride they had. It went ridiculously fast for a roller coaster and I counted 13 times that it went up-si-down. 
As soon as the ride started I gripped the bar tightly. Harry put his arm around me and I snuggled up, because boy, this roller coaster was STEEP.
If Harry's now deaf, you could probably blame me. I screamed so loud and almost bit my tongue!
After the ride was over, I looked up at him and pleaded, "Let's never done that EVER again?"
He agreed seeing how scared the ride had made me.
Next we went to play some games. Harry wanted to play basketball hoops, and I tried to hide it, but the stuffed monkey prize was ADORABLE!
Harry caught me eyeing it and began to play. I looked at Harry playing, then at the monkey. Soon his time was up. In one minute, to get the monkey, you needed 15 hoops. Harry had 14! The man handed him a plush dolphin, which he handed to me.
 I hugged it and said, "I'll name it Bubbles!"
Harry laughed. "And after my next turn you can have a mister monkey to go with it!"
He tried again and got 13 this time, in which the man handed him a stuffed dog, which I named Rover.
Then I decided I wanted to try. I did and got 16 hoops!
Harry shook his head as the man handed me my new monkey, which I named Moon-a-kay. "How did you do it?"
"Simple," I said. "I didn't wait for the ball to miss or go in, I just kept shooting."
Harry shook his head again. "Very funny."
I laughed and we went to the car to put my prizes in so I wouldn't have to carry them. 
We went back to go on some rides, and play more games. After a while Harry looked at his watch.
"It's 10:04," he said.
Just then his phone started to ring. "Hello? Oh, hey Liam. No? Really? Ok, we're on our way!"
"What did he want?" I asked, looking up at him innocently.
"Everyone else is at the club they have here. From Liam's description it should be right over...there!"
I looked to where he was pointing and sucked in my breath. It was a pretty darn big club. 
As Harry and I walked in I realized they had fans. Then I realized why: there were tons of people here on the dance floor. Tons. Tons of hot, sweaty bodies dancing. But with the many fans, it was pretty decent in here. Well, decent meaning the air, not the people. A lot of the girls were wearing shorts shorter then MINE which is pretty dang hard to do. And some were wearing strapless tops, some v-necks, and anyone wearing anything else was wearing a short dress. As in really short. I'm just glad this wasn't a strip club.
"Harry! Haley!" a voice that sounded freakishly similar to Louis's voice called. 
I looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was, indeed, Louis calling us, beckoning us over to where the whole group was.
I could not believe what Lilly was wearing. 
She's normally so shy about her body, but she was wearing short shorts and a strapless tank top and high tops. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, wind-blown by all the fans. And her feet... Her FEET. Lilly NEVER wore high-tops. Like EVER. But there they were, high-top sneakers protecting her feet.
"Lilly!" I exclaimed.
"What?" She said as she almost fell over.
Oh my gosh, she was drunk.
"You're drunk! You NEVER get drunk!" I turned to Zayn. "What did you do to her?!"
"Hey," he defended himself. "She got those clothes BEFORE we came here! And she ASKED for the drinks!"
Woah. Hold up.
"Lilly!" I yelled to be heard.
"Zayn just makes me feel so FREE!" She said. "He's mine, I have all I need. So why not live my life in fear of who I am."
Zayn walked her onto the dance floor and they started dancing, Lilly a little off cause she couldn't hear the music.
I turned around to face Harry and found he was holding two glasses. I took one from him and downed the whole thing in a matter of seconds.
Man, it was getting HOT in here.
Harry pulled me into a kiss. I could taste a bit of the alcohol on his lips. His had a much bigger kick then mine did. Probably because I told him I don't drink very often.
We pulled apart and I shook my head
He laughed. "Too much alcohol, Haley?"
I shook my head. "Nah, just I think you purposefully didn't swallow all of your drink."
He laughed at my ridiculous accusation and pulled me onto the dance floor.
'I Like it Like That' was playing by Maroon 5.
"Sun's so hot, make the girls take it all off," Harry sang softly with the music looking at my shirt.
"No." I said. "No. No. No!"
"It's ok, I wasn't going to anyway," he said gently. 
The song ended and 'Your Love is My Drug' came on, but something happened. The song became really staticky. 
A guy with a microphone came up onto the stage. "Hello, sorry guys but we're having some technical difficulties. So, instead, we'll have our Karaoke Night early! Any one?"
Harry started pointing at me and mouthing 'great singer.' 
I swear I will kill him. Of course, out of all the people in the crowd, he saw me. I came up on stage.
"All right, we're gonna do something different," the guy said, listening to an ear piece in his ear. "Karaoke Duet Night! Volunteers?"
I swear I heard crickets chirping for a second. Then a blonde girl's hand came up. He called her up and said we would be finishing 'Your Love is My Drug.'

Maybe I need some rehab,
or maybe just need some sleep
I gotta sick obsession
I'm seeing it in my dreams

I'm looking down every alley.
I'm making those desperate calls
I'm staying up all night, hoping
Hitting my head against the wall!

The girl sang. For my part, I pretended I was singing for Harry.

What you got boy, is hard to find
I think about it, all the time
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind!

I trued to see who I was singing with. It was Carrie! She smiled at me. Then we sang together for the chorus.

Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love is my drug

As Carrie and I ended the song a minute later, I saw this girl talking to Harry. She obviously was hitting on him, but he looked uncomfortable. 
I walked over, simply said, "Hi, Harry," and he was grabbing my face and kissing me intensely. REALLY intensely. It was so rough, I swear my lips were getting scratched.
I know what you're thinking: Such a subtle move to tell her to get away, right?!
But as she walked away in a huff, Harry deepened the kiss, pushing me against the nearest wall a foot away. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. His body heat warmed me to the touch. His hands slid up my waist, and up my shirt. This guy really knew how to treat a girl. 
Then out of nowhere he bit my lip, he knew I'd never french-kissed before! But I allowed access anyway. This felt so good, I was sorry when we had to break apart.
Just then I realized Paparazzi had crashed the party. They were getting pictures and everything. Well, this was a front cover I would never forget.
Finally, at around 2 in the morning, we left to go back to our rooms. 
We arrived at the hotel, drunk, sweaty, and glowing, or at least, that's how I felt. Nothing could stop me now.
As Harry and I slipped into Lilly and I's room, I saw Zayn start to slide his hands up Lilly's shirt as they stepped into the room he and Harry shared. The funny thing was: Lilly didn't even try to stop him.
Then I remembered that Lilly's parents didn't care whether she was a virgin or not. That's why she was so concealing. Her parents didn't care, and her mom lost her virginity at 16. She didn't want to be like her mom. But now that she had Zayn, and she was 18... Nothing like that mattered to her anymore.
Harry guided me to the bed. I felt realllllyyyy tipsy. It was a relief to fall onto the bed, until Harry's hands began to pull off my shirt. I shoved them away, but they came back.
As I shoved them away again, I remembered when I was about to leave to drive to Lilly's house.
Dad had said, "Whatever happens, just know that I love you no matter what, and if you really truly think he's the one, don't let me stop you."
At the time, his words didn't make any sense. But now... He knew it was going to happen. And he wanted me to know that he was letting me go. I wasn't a little girl any more. He wanted me to learn from my mistakes. Not never learn to fall and pick myself back up.
I stopped protesting, and soon there was a pile of clothes on the floor.

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