Truly, Madly, Deeply.

What happens when you mix Harry Styles, Arabella Channing, and love? Truly, Madly, Deeply.


4. Chapter Four


The ambulance sirens blared so noisily as they raced towards the hospital. Lou was unconscious on the stretcher her head bleeding and a bit of vomit left around her mouth and on her shirt. I held her hand instinctively and the paramedics worked to keep her alive. I felt bad that I’d barely noticed Harry sitting across from me as we rode in the ambulance.  I was so worried. They finally got there and unloaded her I followed behind them. I thought about Paul being hesitant to let me and Harry go, but he knew I was the only one that could, he said they would be along as soon as they could.

I sat in the waiting room alone for what seemed like forever when they let us see her, she was so pale and hooked to IVs and machines, it was so not Lou. I sat next to her and held her hand while she slept, it was so late. I sat there thinking that I should have been there to help her, she got up to throw up and fell and hit her head. It was my fault, I should have helped her, it was my job after all. I closed my eyes as I thought and eventually fell asleep sitting up.

The next thing I remember is a dim fluorescent light over head and someone’s hand in my hair. I looked and noticed my head was in Harry’s lap. He was looking at his phone on Twitter, clearly not happy, but very calm. I went to sit up and he stirred, I looked at him and he shhhhhed me and made me lay back down. He smiled a little and kissed my hand.

“Hello, love. How are you?” I looked at him as he looked down on me.

“I’m worried about Lou, how is she?” He frowned and let me sit up. “Harry? How is she?!” I said getting emotional. He grimaced and touched my cheek.

“Lou has Listeriosis, it’s taking form in Meningitis.” I inhaled sharply, beginning to get upset. He noticed and wrapped his arms around me. “She’s stable, but in a medically induced coma so her body can reheal itself. She’s gonna be okay, baby. She’s a fighter, she will make it.” I buried my face in his shirt and he held me closely as I let silent, hot, tears flow. Lou has taken care of me since day one and I was so worried and scared. He rubbed my back and kissed my head. clearly not letting me go as I cried. After a little bit he pulled me back, wiped the tears away from my eyes, and kissed my forehead. “It’s gonna be okay, Arabella. I promise.” I looked at him and sniffled a little as he tangled his hand into my hair and looked at me. I wasn’t leaving Lou, or him. Ever.

*Harry’s POV*

She looked so helpless when she cried. This was Arabella, she was normally strong, and I’ve never seen her cry. She’s normally so happy and sassy, and cheeky. My love was crying, and it broke my heart. I couldn’t do anything but promise her something I couldn’t really honestly promise, though  she needed to hear something. She’s so beautiful, gorgeous. She’s the best person in the world. I love her so much. I kissed her head as she snuggled into my shirt and I held her. She’s my rock and I love her, so I just held her and refused to let go. She fell asleep again and I looked at my phone again. My Twitter was blowing up with congrats and hate tweets. My Arabella didn’t do anything to these people and they hated her because she is dating me. She would tell me not to worry about it, but I was. I mean, how can I not be worried about the safety of my girlfriend? I love her, she makes me happy, she makes me feel at home, she makes me feel safe. I looked up as the door opened and the boys and Paul walked in quietly because Ara was sleeping. Paul looked at her and I smiled a little knowing she was like his daughter, he actually called her his daughter and us his sons. We were family, she even called him dad. He kissed her head and clapped my free shoulder lightly trying not to wake her up.The boys waved not wanting to wake her and they sat down and looked at me and Liam whispered,

“How’s Lou? Arabella?”

I whispered back,“Lou has listeriosis that’s taking form in meningitis, she’s stable but in a medically induced coma to help her body heal. Ara isn’t taking it so well, and she’s exhausted. You know she won’t leave Lou either.” Liam said,

“No of course not, we wouldn’t expect her to.” The boys chimed in,

“No. Never.” I looked at them, then at her, knowing I wanted her to be my future and knowing I was gonna have to be strong for her, while she was strong for everyone else. She won’t show weakness. Not to anyone, I have only seen it today. I studied the room unaware of it as I thought and held Bella in my arms. We sat there while the boys and Paul changed positions, everyone clearly had a head full of thoughts. Paul was worried about Lou and Arabella, I could tell. He kept looking at her making sure she was safe. I looked at him and asked,

“Do you mind taking her for a bit while I use the loo?” He shook his head,

“No, of course not.” He picked her up and sat down with her being extra careful not to wake her up. He grabbed a blanket that the boys had brought and wrapped her in it. I was so glad she was getting sleep. I got up and reluctantly went to the loo.

*Arabella’s POV*

I woke up and looked around, I saw the boys and noticed Harry wasn’t holding me, it was Paul. He looked at me and kissed my head,

“Good Morning, sweetheart.” I looked at him and he looked back at me and let me sit up next to him. “Harry’s in the loo. He’ll be back, honey.” I nodded and the boys looked up at me and waved. Niall came over and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back not letting him go, my Niall. Paul put his hand on my back protectively and then Tom finally walked in. He flew in from Britain looked at us freaking out. Paul stood up and walked him out of the room down the hallway, we all looked at each other and Harry walked back in.

“Oh, Ara, sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.” He sat next to me and kissed my cheek. “Ara, let’s get you back to the hotel, you need a shower and a proper bed.” I looked at him and shook my head.

“No, I’m not leaving her. She wouldn’t leave us,” I protested. He looked at me,

“Love, Tom’s here, he will be with her while you aren’t.”

“No, Harry. I want to be here...”

“Arabella, Lou’s in a coma, for days. She won’t wake up unless they want her to. Tom is here and we will be back in the morning.” I looked at him weighing the options and knowing everything he said is the truth. I nodded and he smiled a little and kissed my nose. “Come on then, all of us but Tom is going.”

He stood up with the other boys and I and we walked with Paul to the car. I got in and Harry slid in next to me I rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around me, hiding his emotions. I didn’t want him to be alone and I certainly didn’t wanna be alone. I guess he was thinking the same thing because when we got to the hotel Harry came in the room with me and shut the door behind him. I looked at him and he looked at me, I kissed him lightly at first but the passion picked up and we were very into kissing each other. We’ve never kissed like this before, ever. He rubbed my sides and pulled away whispering.

“You need to shower and change for bed, baby.” I shook my head and kissed him again, I wasn’t sure what got into me, but I didn’t wanna stop kissing him, I didn’t wanna stop touching him, I wanted to be as close to him as I could. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist he carried me to the bathroom determined I shower but I wouldn’t let go. He rubbed my back and kissed my shoulder lightly. He looked at me, “Please get a shower?” I looked at him and frowned, then made up my mind. If I was taking a shower, then so was he.
I slid my top off and unbuttoned his shirt he looked at me,
“Arabella...are you...sure about this...?” I looked at him and nodded honestly as he looked into my eyes, finding the truth. He kissed me lightly and rubbed my back lightly feeling my soft skin, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off, smiling because he’s never seen me in my bra and panties. I fumbled with his buckle and dropped his pants,.

“Are you sure you want this?” I nodded and he moved some hair out of my face and kissed me. Technically we have been dating for one day, but its been more like a few months. The kisses and touches and cuddling, he just never asked me to be his girlfriend. He did yesterday and he was mine, officially. My thoughts were interrupted by him rocking into me, I rested my head on his shoulder and looked down biting my lip.

“Baby?! Are you okay?!” I nodded and kept my teeth anchored into my lip while I held onto him. He was panicking, “Arabella?! Did I hurt you?! Talk to me!” I looked at him and kissed his neck lightly.
“I’m fine, Harry. Yes, I’m pretty sure that’s normal for me to feel pleasure. I’m okay though .It happens to every girl.” He rubbed my back and kissed me lightly, and took me out of the shower with him. He carried us to bed where we continued to make love for a few hours. Around 12 am we stopped and laid next to each other he began humming and made me fall asleep.

*Harry’s POV*

My god, she’s gorgeous. Making love with her was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. When she whimpered a few times I got worried but, then she explained it and it made sense. I will be the only one making love to her forever, I vowed. She fell asleep on my chest,  she’s so peaceful when she sleeps. She’s so beautiful. I kept thinking about her not wanting to fall asleep yet, I woke her around 11 am. She smiled and looked at me, as I touched her cheek. She kissed me, I could tell she was a little sore from the way she moved. She slept the night with me inside her.
“You’re sore, love. How are you feeling?” She sat up sitting on my lap in a way and she shrugged.
“I’ll be fine. I’m feeling perfect actually. Amazing.” I laughed and rubbed her sides,
“Go get a shower and put some clothes on.” She shook her head and smiled,
“No way, not without you.” I looked at her curiously and she grinned a little,
“Alright, baby. Just for you.” How could I say no? I also really wanted to as well. I picked her up and she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked at me,
“I love you, Harold Edward Styles.” I smiled and turned the shower on, looking at her, I could tell she meant it too.
“I love you too Arabella Caroline Channing, with my whole, entire heart, no matter what. I  love you.” She smiled and I stepped in the shower rinsing us both off, sitting on the ledge. She kissed my neck lightly and ran her hands through my hair, oh my, she was arousing me again. I felt myself become stiff in her. When she felt it, she looked at me and smiled as she bit her lip. I wonder if she knew what she did to me on a daily basis. She kissed my neck again and I inhaled slowly letting myself explode in her. She felt me unload and inhaled as I rubbed her bum she gasped and her grip around my neck tightened while she had her peak. She was so cute, when she had any bit of passion showing in her. I stood up and sat her on the ledge, gently sliding myself out of her she smiled and looked down then back at my waist.
“Now I understand the Hazza joke.” I laughed,  rinsed off and washed my hair with her shampoo, she washed my body. When she washed her body, I washed her hair slowly running my fingers through her hair, and lightly scrubbing, she looked at me with her big brown eyes and smiled. I rinsed her hair and we got out, I dried her off with the towel and dried myself. She got dressed and I slid my boxers on and she put my clothes in her bag so they were hidden, I hugged her and kissed her lightly,
“Try to get some real sleep, okay?” She nodded and I smiled and tucked her in bed making sure her feet were out of the blankets she closed her eyes and passed out. I went back to my room and noticed Zayn was sleeping on the floor, he did that sometimes, I crawled in bed and fell asleep quickly. Around 7, I woke up to an odd feeling, like something was wrong. I got up and checked on Zayn he was sleeping and Niall was gone. I slid clothes on and walked over to Ara’s and knocked on her door lightly, Niall opened the door and looked at me. He told me to be quiet because she had just fallen asleep.
“She had a bad dream and knocked on the door around 5, she saw you were sleeping, she didn’t wanna wake you, but she was in tears so I took her back to her room and stayed with her until she fell asleep.” I nodded and hugged him, he’s a great mate to Ara and myself, to anyone. He’s caring and he deserves a girlfriend, just the right one. He went back to change and I laid in bed next to her and looked at my Twitter, ugh it angered me. 
The Hate mail. I read a tweet saying:

@Harry_Styles @ArabellaChanning She needs to die because you are mine! xx

It hurt so bad that they were saying this. This is my girl. Tears stung my eyes, making them puffy and blood shot as I thought about what could happen. It wasn’t fair. I know she wouldn’t want me to be this upset but I couldn’t help it. She is my weakness. I need to protect her and keep her safe. She’s my world and I won’t let anyone hurt her. I chose to shut off twitter and watch random YouTube videos. Those always made me happy and gave me a chuckle.


Around 8, Paul knocked and looked at me curiously, I told him she had a bad dream he nodded and looked at her.

“We’re going for breakfast, want something?” I nodded and told him an omelet, he nodded and looked at her, I looked at him.

“She’s not picky, get her the same thing.” He nodded and clapped my back he kissed her head and walked out of the room shutting the door. I sat next to her for a little while, she moved and I could tell she was sore, I shook my head a little mad at myself. I checked my twitter and turned the TV on putting the captions on it and let her sleep while I thought about how sore she must be.

*Arabella’s POV*

I opened my eyes to see Harry, not Niall. I felt bad about waking him up, but he insisted that he stay until I fall asleep. Harry looked down at me and kissed my forehead.
“Good morning, Ara, love. How are you?” I sat up and leaned against the headboard with him and I rested my head on his shoulder, gosh was I sore.
“I’m fine... I just had a bad dream,” I said as I tried to hold back the soreness, not wanting him to know, knowing he was talking about the soreness. He looked at me and shook his head.
“Dammit, Arabella! Don’t lie to me! I know you’re sore, don’t you dare lie to me!” I cringed and moved away from him because he was yelling at me. I noticed his face soften a minute later and he went to touch me but I backed away instinctively. He moved his hand back remembering my past
“You think I would hit you?” I didn’t answer. He looked at me, “Arabella, I would never lay a hand on you. You’re not gonna get hurt anymore, I promise. No one’s gonna hurt you.” My vision went blurry as my eyes filled with tears, he looked at me and crawled over to me cupping my face, he wiped my tears away with his thumbs and hugged me tightly, stroking my hair.
“Shhhhhh, baby, shhhhhh. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes trying to get rid of the tears but they came out anyway. He held me and rubbed my back and I asked him:
“Yes, love?”
“Was what happened last night for real?”
“What do you mean? The bad dream?”
“No, the sex.”
He looked at me and I looked at him.
“Yes, it was real. Why?”
“I was just checking, because it was the best night of my life, and I wanted to make sure it was not a dream.”
“It was real, Bella. I promise, it was real.”
“It was good, amazing.”
He laughed, “Yeah, it was really good, the best.”
He kissed my head and ran his fingers through my hair, I kissed his neck lightly thinking about last night.
A while later, Paul and the boys came in I looked at them and Harry looked at Paul,
“She’s got a headache, do we have Tylenol or something?” He kissed my head and knew I didn’t have a headache. The boys sat on the bed, knowing I had a bad dream and knowing I didn’t wanna leave Lou. All of them a little bit stressed and worried. I looked at them.
“I’m fine guys, I promise.” They looked at me unsure and Liam rubbed my back. Niall hugged Louis and Zayn looked at me frowning, I patted  his hand and smiled.
“We’re all worried and stressed out right now, but it’s gonna be okay. Lou’s a fighter and she’s gonna make it.”  Paul came in with the medicine, he handed it to me with some water, he kissed my head and made sure I took the pills. He sat breakfast on the table and looked at us.
“You two better eat, or we’re not going to see Lou.” We looked at each other and dug into breakfast so we could see Lou. I couldn’t finish mine, I looked at Niall and he smiled and ate what was left. They left so I could get dressed, I put some shorts and a hoodie on with some Toms and did my hair and makeup, then went to the boy’s room. Harry was making faces with Louis, I smiled and Zayn looked at me.
“How does my hair look?” I looked at him used to this question, I fixed a piece of hair that wasn’t in place and wiped a little gel off his forehead.
“Perfect.” He smiled and kissed my cheek,
“Thanks, Airs.” I smiled and he nodded, “Yeah, I just gave you a new nickname.” I laughed,
“Well, I like it.” Paul walked in and I felt his hand on my shoulder,
“You like what?” Paul looked at him,
“Hey, Paul. She likes her new nickname, Airs.” Paul nodded,
“It’s not half bad, I could get used to it.” I smiled and hugged him, he hugged me back protectively. “How are you feeling, Airs?”
“Much better, thank you. Thanks for bringing breakfast to us, dad.” He smiled,
“I can’t have my baby girl or one of my wacky boys go hungry. My job is to take care of you guys, you take care of Lou, I take care of you.” I beamed,
“Well I appreciate it. Sometimes I need to be cared for, not all the time, but I like knowing someone has my back.”

Harry looked at me, lovingly, “I have your back, love.”

Niall said innocently,  “I have your back as well, Bella.”

Louis grinned, “I have your back too, sweet cheeks.”

Liam smiled coyly, “I have your back, Arabella.”

Zayn nodded and laughed, “You’ve got a nice back, I’ll watch it.”

Harry looked at him, “Hey, mate! That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!”

“Alright boys, stop it. We all have Arabella’s back.”

“I have all of your backs too, always,” I promised.

Niall smiled, “We know. You always make sure we get ready and you do our hair and makeup too. You make sure we get everything done.” The other boys nodded and looked at me.

“Well, that’s not gonna change. I promise.”

“Are you guys gonna see Lou? Or stay here complementing each other all day?”

We laughed and I got my bag, then walked into the hallway. I immediately felt Harry’s arm around my waist he kissed my cheek and whispered,

“I love you, Arabella.”

“I love you, Harry,” I replied back truthfully. He smiled and held my hand spreading his fingers so I could put mine between them, I did and he closed his hand around mine and kissed my hand smiling.

“Let’s go, babe.” We followed Paul to the car, Harry let go of my hand and wrapped an arm around my shoulders in case anyone tried to rip us apart and I wrapped my arm around his waist not letting go either. We walked out behind Paul and I had girls yelling awful stuff at me, like whore, slut, floosy, bitch, man stealer. I had people telling me they hated me, but I ignored it. I felt something tug on my hair and realized it was someone pulling my hair very hard, I screamed as Harry tried to get my hair free, Paul rushed over and tried to get her hand free, she wasn’t letting go. She dug her nails in my scalp, yanked and pulled a clump of hair out of the back of my head. I screamed and Paul wrapped his arms around Harry and I and put us in the car. I slid in next to Louis and Harry sat next to me, I looked at him and just burst into tears. Harry hugged me tightly and I felt Louis rub my back.

*Harry’s POV*

I can’t believe she’s already gotten hurt. She hasn’t done anything to anyone. Someone has already hurt her. I looked at her and held her tightly as she cried, knowing it was from pain and the nasty words she was called. I loved her so much, I couldn’t let her get hurt.

Paul asked us from the front seat, “Is she okay?”

Louis looked underneath her hair moving it aside and said, “She’s missing a chunk of hair, you can’t notice it because it’s underneath, but she’s bleeding. There are scratch marks on her scalp and neck where she dug her nails in Airs’ skin.” Paul took a napkin and put a little water on it and handed it to me, I put it on her neck gently and kissed her head as she winced, I held it there and shushed her.
“It’s okay, Arabella. We’re taking care of you, love. I promise. I wanna see the marks, can you turn for me?” She nodded and sat up, Louis opened his arms and she laid her head on his shoulder I moved the napkin and frowned, it was bleeding, a lot, but it was running down her neck. I looked at Paul, and frowned.
“Do you have a towel or something?”
The driver said, “There’s a clean towel in the back pocket of my seat.”

I got it and held it to her neck, “Thanks, mate.”

Liam, Niall, and Zayn looked at her worried and watched me. Liam started humming, “You’ll Be In My Heart,” we all joined in and she smiled a little, relaxing, she loved that song, from “Tarzan.”

I loved when she smiled, it meant she was happy. It means something was right. It means the world. Louis kissed the top of her head and cupped her face,

“Now, love... You are gorgeous, but you look less gorgeous with the tears. Lose them.” She smiled a little and he wiped her tears away gently. “People are gonna say mean things, I mean they think I would date your nut job of a boyfriend over there. He’s a wacko. It’s an honest insult,” he smiled. “People think all kinds of things, it’s crazy how they are, but you cannot let them hurt you. Do not let them break your spirit, Airs, don’t do it.” She nodded and winced, he kept her face still. “And don’t nod your head.” She smiled and whispered,

“Okay, Louis.” The car stopped and Paul opened the door. He let me get out`, Louis held the towel and Paul crawled in and picked her up; she tried to stop him, but he ignored her and she gave up. He held the towel to her neck with his forearm and had his other arm under the backs of her knees. She closed her eyes and wrapped an arm around his neck. The fans looked at us worried, I heard a few ask “Is she hurt?” We nodded and they gasped. We walked inside and Paul found her a doctor, I followed Paul while he told the boys to go see Lou, they kept following us anyway. Paul looked at them.

“Boys, go see Lou.” Niall stopped and looked at him shaking his head.
“Paul, she promised us she has our back, we promised her we had her back. We aren’t leaving her, we have her back.” I looked at them and smiled hugging them tightly in a group hug, we hugged then followed Paul and Ara. The boys sat outside the room while Paul and I followed a doctor to a room, Paul sat her on the table and moved her hair but it kept falling. I slid the hair band off her wrist that she always has and I lightly grabbed her hair and put it in a messy bun, then I held her hand while the doctor cleaned it and bandaged it.
“Alright, Arabella, you have to go easy. Don’t move your neck too much, no quick movements, no rough housing or anything for a week. We don’t want the scratch to open again. Minimal neck movements, or you get the collar of death, Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” He looked at her and smiled hearing her accent.
“Ah, a country girl, we have here, huh?” I smiled,
“Yes, she’s from Florida.” He nodded,
“Smashing. Is it beautiful?”
She smiled,  “It’s beautiful, I love it there, but I got this job and love it. I also like the change of scenery, beach gets old after a while.”
He looked at her, “Your accent is a little country, isn’t it? You’re from Florida though.”
She looked at him, “Well I’m from North Florida. We aren’t all city slickers there, I was raised to be a little country. This is how my family talks I guess. I don’t really notice it...”
He nodded, truly fascinated, “Amazing... Alright, you are all finished, here this for the pain.” He wrote Paul a prescription and handed it to him. “She will probably need this, give one to her every 4 hours, let her eat food first or it will make her sick.”

Paul nodded and she got up, still holding my hand. We walked out of the room and went to see Tom and Lou. Tom was sitting next to her and he looked up, at us. He smiled a little,

“What took you so long?”

I explained the incident and he looked at her and frowned, “Wow, Arabella, that sucks. I’m sorry.” She shrugged and smiled,

“I’ll be fine, how is she?”

He nodded, “She’s getting better, her body is healing and she is doing better. They don’t wanna wake her yet so it can heal, but the antibiotics are working. Guys, are you going back to the tour?” We looked at each other unsure, not wanting to without Lou. “She would want you to go on, anyway, she’d have to take a break when she has the baby, she will be back when she’s finished with this, then she will be back. You guys have, Bella. You will be fine, she knows everything, Lou taught her everything. Go back on tour for her, please?”

We nodded not being able to argue and stayed for a while, until Paul got Airs’ medicine. I stood there with my arms around her not letting her go, she rubbed my hands and arms softly, lovingly. Oh god, how I loved this woman. She knew me so well, she cared for me, and loved me back.

We went back to the hotel after two hours, Paul said he would order lunch so Bella could take her medicine, we gathered in Bella’s room with her in the middle, she was sitting in my lap sideways with her head on my shoulder lightly, her eyes closed, Niall and Louis were at the foot of the bed and Liam and Zayn sat in the chairs watching TV. She was in pain and I knew it, I hated when she was in pain. Paul brought in lunch, he got her  Mac and Cheese, one of her favorites and some water, she ate some and shared it with me then took her medicine and went back to her original position. Liam smiled and covered her up with her silver blanket she loved and handed her, her bear she loved. She fell asleep smiling and happy with me rubbing her back.

*Arabella’s POV*

My neck hurt so bad, when Paul gave me that medicine, I got sleepy. My Harry, held me the whole time and stayed with me, I know he’s worried about me. I hate when he does that, it makes him unhappy, although he is adorable when he crinkles his nose in worry. I’m not sure when I woke up, but it was night time, the boys were gone, Harry was laying next to me asleep, he’s so cute when he sleeps. Getting up to go to the bathroom was a challenge as I tried not to wake him. I changed into a big tshirt and shorts and saw a note by my phone from Paul. It said:

Dinner is in the icebox. Take your meds they are near the fridge. Left some snacks on the counter for you. Hope you feel better honey. - Dad

I smiled and looked at dinner, he got me my favorite, a Chick-Fil-A chicken sandwich with a fruit bowl and a lemonade. He and Harry both knew me so well. I ate my sandwich with my favorite sauce the special Chick-Fil-A sauce and I drank some water, not wanting to drink sugar so late. I brushed my teeth , put my hair up, got my water and the medicine he laid out, and picked up my phone. I looked on twitter, it went crazy. #Harrabella was trending, it was crazy how many get better soon wishes I had. I looked on Harry’s page and he tweeted:

Guys, I love Ara. She’s my girlfriend, and it’s not okay to hurt her. She makes me happy, please respect her. xx Harry

I smiled and looked over at him sleeping. I took a picture and tweeted it saying:

@Harry_Styles He hasn’t left my side, and I won’t leave his. I love you, Harry Styles, you’re incredible. xoxo Ara

I immediately started getting retweets and what not, they said I was lucky and he was so cute. Not all people were mad, some of them were actually happy for me, most of them were. I looked on the boy’s pages and read the stuff they were tweeting, Niall tweeted:

@ArabellaChannning I hope you feel better, Arabella. We love you!

I smiled and tweeted him back:

@NiallOfficial I love you boys too! Good night! xoxo Ara

I put my phone on charge took the pills and kissed Harry’s cheek, laid down on my side facing him, resting my forehead against his shoulder and closed my eyes. He put his arm around me and pulled me to him slightly awake wanting to be close to me, soon after that I fell asleep.

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