You Were My Summer Love (A One Direction Fanfic)

17 year old Maxine has been best friends with Taylor Swift ever since they were in a high school band together. But when Taylor moves on with her career and becomes internationally known music star, she starts changing into a person Maxine didn't know at all.


15. 'Wake Me Up'

[Max's POV] 

That night, I brushed my teeth, took out my contacts, put my pajamas on, and slipped into bed.  I guess I forgot that there was only one bed in the hotel room, because a few minutes later I felt Harry's body go under the covers.  I felt a smile creep up on my face, but I didn't turn around to face him.  I just closed my eyes and breathed deeply.

The hotel room was really cold...  So naturally I started to shiver a little bit, and curl myself into a little ball.  Suddenly I felt Harry's warm arm wrap around me, and I felt his body come closer to mine. 

"You cold?" he uttered.

"N-not anymore," I whispered, still shivering a little bit.  

His warm body holding mine made me feel safe.  But, even in his comfort, I couldn't sleep..  

As if he could read my mind, he murmured "Can't sleep?"

"..Yea," I answered.

Harry was silent for a few minutes, but then brought his lips closer to my ear.  I waited, and a few seconds later, he was crooning "Wake Me Up" by Ed Sheeran in his husky, sleepy voice.  I love that song.. Especially when Harry sings it.  I fell asleep moments after.  


"Max. Max..!" Harry whispered, shaking me. 

"Hmmm....." I groaned in annoyance.

"It's time to get up, babe," he croaked. 

"wh-whaat... noo," I resented, rolling over and pulling covers over my head. 

"Ok, you've asked for it," Harry smirked. 

He left me alone to sleep for a few minutes, but only a short while after, I felt him start to tickle my stomach.

My eyes shot open. "No. Oh no. Stop. Harry, stop! Ahh, stop it, stop!!" I said, giggling like mad.  "Agh!!" I screamed playfully.  I couldn't catch my breath! My legs were flailing around, and my arms were trying to push his hands away and cover up my belly at the same time. Harry was enjoying himself to the max (no pun intended..), and smiling from ear to ear, laughing and tickling me like crazy.  

Finally he stopped tickling me, and looked down at me as I inhaled and exhaled deeply, still having the rush go through me of being tickled.  "Well, at least you're wide awake," he said amused. 

"I'm gonna get you back.. Just wait," I warned.  

"Ok.  Lets get up now," he said, walking away from the bed. 

"I can't get up," I said with a joking pouty face.  

He sighed, and made his way over to me. I smiled, and put out my arms like a five year old for him to pick me up.  He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his torso, and my arms around his neck, burying my head in his neck.  He held on to me tightly, and kissed my ear. As he put me down, he whispered softly in my ear "I should ink my skin, with your name." (-lyric from 'Wake Me Up')  I grinned and kissed him softly.  I loved him so much.  He kissed me back, and then pulled away smiling. 

"We've gotta catch the plane, love! We're going to London!" Harry said happily.

"But, I've only packed for a week," I replied, looking down at my small duffle bag.

"We'll get you some new clothes in London," he answered sweetly.  

I agreed, and we got ready to go.  

At around 10:30 am, we caught a cab, and arrived at the airport at around 11:00.  Our flight was at 12:00, but we figured we had to go through security and stuff, which would take a long time.  


Finally we made it to past the security check, where you have to take off your shoes and stuff, and were making our way to gate B16.  As we were walking to the gate, Harry stopped in his tracks at a little magazine and snack shop. 

"What is it, Hazza?" I asked curiously.  He was staring at a magazine that had a picture of Taylor and himself on it.  The cover read; "Harry Leaves, Taylor in Tears," with a picture of us going to the Holiday Inn together, only the back of our heads visible; along with a smaller blurry picture of us walking to the hotel, laughing on the night from the Italian restaurant.  The night Taylor cheated on Harry.  Harry slowly walked away from the magazine, and we made our way to the gate.  He seemed so down after reading it, and I felt so bad...  I rubbed his back comforting him, and he kissed me softly, the smile returning to his face

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