That One Night Sequel

A sequel to That One Night.
The return of someone makes things for Harry and Sarah's relationship not what they seem...
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57. Chapter 56

SARAH'S POV-
I stirred from my sleep, hearing a knocking at my door.

"Mum go away please! It's too early!" I groan. It must have been about eight in the morning.

"Sarah?" I hesitantly hear Harry say. I moan again, all of last nights events flooding back to me. My head pounds and it feels like a desert in my mouth.

"Yes?" I ask him.

"I got you something. Might help with your head," he says. I almost hear the laughter in his voice.

"Let me just get dressed then," I complain. Somehow I'd pulled my dress off of my body in my sleep, it was now lay in a heap on my floor.

"I've seen it all before," Harry jokes from outside. I pull a face at him through the door.

"Not funny Harry." But I still hear him chuckling. 
I grab a baggy t-shirt from off the pile in the corner and throw on some denim shorts underneath. I don't even bother to check my messy hair and my makeup that's halfway down my face. 
I swing the door open to Harry stood outside. He's holding a tray of food and the smell of bacon hits my nose.

"It was supposed to be breakfast in bed but you're already up so, here," he says, giving me the tray. I look at him and even though he slept on a couch, he doesn't look half bad. His curls look tame and his eyes are quite bright. His skin is still a little pale but then I dread to think what mines like.

"Thanks," I say, taking the tray. I sit on the edge of my desk and start digging in.

"Nice t-shirt," Harry smirks, walking into my room. He sits down on my bed. 
I quickly look down and realise that it was one of Harry's old shirts, his favourite. He might think I'm wearing it to impress him.

"I um it was just on the pile. I err just threw it on," I stumble over my words, embarrassed.

"It's fine," he laughs, "I always liked it better on you anyway," he smiles. 
My cheeks flush and I carry on eating my breakfast in an awkward silence.

"Listen I really am sorry for last night. I shouldn't have just turned up like that. Especially the state I was in," he states.

"I know. I forgive you," I tell him not even looking up. 
Suddenly I feel him taking the tray off me. He places it behind him and places his elbows on my knees. His hands find my face, making me look at him.

"For everything?" He asks. I look into his eyes.

"I don't know Harry," I sigh. His face drops.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" He whispers, my forehead now touching his.

"You tell me," I whisper back. I knew that if he carried on like this I would end up kissing him, and I wouldn't stop myself. He sighs.

"I kind of knew you were going to say that," he tells me. His warm hands leave my face making it cold. I hold in a whimper. 
He reaches into his back pocket and hands me something. It's a One Direction ticket. A year ago I would've gone crazy but now I'm suspicious.

"What's this for?" I ask him.

"Please come tonight. It's a concert full of new songs, new ideas. I need to show you something, to make you see that I love you," he tells me.

"I'll think about it," I state. 
He just looks at me, his eyes staring into mine.

"Fine," I say stubbornly. He smiles a little before leaning in. 
I close my eyes but his lips don't touch mine, instead they hover next to my cheek. He stays there as I feel his warm breath against my face. He lightly touches my cheek with his lips and whispers in my ear, "I'll see you later." He makes his way out of my room and down the stairs. I hear him open and close the front door and he's gone. I breathe out, realising I'd been holding my breath the whole time. 
I grabbed my tray but realised I wasn't hungry anymore. I took the tray downstairs but stopped dead at the last stair. 
The whole of my house was spotless. Not an empty beer can or plastic cup to be found. The carpet was perfect, and the furniture dirt free. As I walked into my kitchen I saw that he'd washed up and tidied the bins up. I put my tray on the side. 
What was he up to?

 

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