Gotta Be You

What happens after Jules and Harry get engaged? And what happens when Jules introduces her best friend, Carmen, to Niall? Will he break up with Demi for her or will they keep pretending that they weren't attracted to each other since the moment they met?

*Author Note:* Hey guys! So, this is the sequel to Operation Haylor, which you can find on my profile if you haven't read it. Unfortunately, Josh, the awesome guy who co-wrote Operation Haylor with me, isn't going to be writing any of Gotta Be You (unless he wants to do a bonus chapter or something, which has been discussed, so look out for it possibly).


7. Chapter 7

Later that night, I lay in Harry's bed, smiling big and staring at the ceiling. I couldn't close my eyes. Every time I tried, they popped back open again. I was too excited for sleep.

I grabbed the sheet in both of my fists and drew them towards my neck. I glanced at Harry, and then decided to look back up at the ceiling because looking at him only made me more excited.

Harry and I had come back to his place for the night-well, I guess it was our place now-but we'd be heading off to Japan tomorrow morning for our honey moon.

I grabbed my iPhone off of Harry's nightstand. I gasped, then quickly turned to Harry, hoping I hadn't woken him. I couldn't believe it was four in the morning. I relaxed again, figuring there was nothing I could do about it, and sent an email to Josh.

So sorry you and Taylor couldn't make it to the wedding! I'll send pictures :) Hope you're having fun touring in Sweden!

I placed my iPhone back on the nightstand and glanced at Harry again. Forget it, I thought. I turned on my side and slowly scooted closer to him. I slid my hand onto his warm, bare chest and watched as he continued to take deep, even breaths. Satisfied I wouldn't be waking him up, I laid my head on his chest. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to his heart beating and the feeling of my head rising and falling with his breaths.

I had no idea how I was ever going to fall asleep. Oh well. What are plane rides for, I guess.

Dear God, I started praying, hoping it would calm me enough to fall asleep soon.


I woke up to the sound of guitar strumming. I groaned as I realized it was the alarm on my iPod. It must be six. I think I remember setting it for six. Why on earth did I set my alarm for six? I wondered. I was so tired. The sound had never been so infuriating.

“Good morning babe,” Harry said sleepily. He kissed the top of my head, and, just like that, my annoyance was gone. Usually when I'm woken up, it takes me a while to get over it.

But now I remembered why my alarm was set for six in the morning; why I'd woken up in a bed I'd never slept in before, snuggled up to Harry.

I smiled and craned my neck to look back at him. “Good morning,” I said. Harry looked down at me expectantly. I wondered what he wanted for a moment before scooting up to kiss him.

He kissed me back and then reached over me to grab my iPhone and shut off the alarm.

I laughed a sleepily. “So that's what you wanted.” I had stopped really hearing it once I remembered I was in bed with Harry.

He chuckled. “Well, yeah, but I'd rather kiss you than turn the alarm off anyway. Did you sleep good?” he asked, rubbing the arm I had resting on him and reaching over me again to put my iPhone back on the nightstand.

I shook my head slightly. “No actually. Not at all.”

“No?” he asked, tightening his grip on me. “Weren't you comfortable?” he asked.

“No, no, I was very, very comfortable,” I told him, grinning. I patted his abs. “You're the best pillow I've ever had. I just-I was so excited I couldn't fall asleep.”

He tipped forward a bit and kissed my nose. “I'm excited too, love,” he said.

I laid my head back down on his chest and closed my eyes again. “I don't want to move,” I told him.

“But you want to go, don't you?”

“Yeah, of course. I'm very excited.”

“Then we have to get up,” he said.

“Mm,” I said thoughtfully. “I suppose you're right,” I agreed. “Stupid logic.”

“I'm sorry love, but you can sleep on the plane,” he told me.

“Mhm,” I agreed sleepily.

“You aren't falling back asleep are you?” he asked.

“'Course not,” I mumbled, not moving. Truth was, I wasn't falling back asleep, but I kinda really wanted to.


Forty five minutes later, Harry and I were showered and dressed. He had given me one of his t-shirts, a blue one, and I was wearing a pair of black leggings underneath it and black flip flops.

I watched him as he stood over his suitcase, zippering it. I was glad I'd already put my toiletries in my bag so I could enjoy openly staring at him as he put his away.

He paused and turned to me. “Are you watching me?” he asked in a teasing voice, pretending to be shocked.

I nodded shamelessly. He grew serious as he finished closing the zipper on his bag, then closed the distance between us in a few long strides.

He grabbed my face in his hands and bent down, pressing his forehead to mine.

“You are so beautiful,” he told me, then kissed me.

I threw my arms around him but he drew away too quickly.

“No more,” he said firmly.

I shook my head. “No, no,” I said. “It's my turn.”

“We have to get to the airport,” he told me. “You'll just be teasing me.”

I nodded solemnly, then quickly pecked his lips and squirmed away from him with a grin. I quickly grabbed my purse and suitcase and dashed out the bedroom door.

“Mean,” he called after me.

I smiled and started down the stairs, my suitcase thumping behind me with each step.

Harry hadn't wasted any time in catching up to me, and he was much faster than me. Partly because he was a man with much larger legs. Actually, that was probably a huge part of it. I had only taken four steps before he was directly behind me.

When I'd gotten down the stairs, I started for the door. I heard Harry drop his suitcase a few seconds later.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder. I squealed and started running faster, adrenaline from being chased pushing me forward. As I reached the front the door, he grabbed my hips from behind and kissed my cheek.

“I won,” I teased him.

“Yes you did,” he said. “But only because you got a head start and because I couldn't pass you on the stairs,” he said.

“And because you let me get to the door first,” I said matter-of-factly.

“And there's that, too,” he agreed and laughed. I knew that no amount of adrenaline could help me beat him. He let me go and went back for his suitcase.

Harry threw his suitcase in the back of his car, then threw mine in, too.

As we got in he turned to me, grinned cheekily, and asked, “So I'm the best pillow you've ever had?”


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