Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.


25. Twenty five

We wake up pretty late, not until the afternoon. I wake up first and check my phone. There's literally fifty texts, all from different people, my parents, Brie and Daniel, all of the boys. The messages consist of 'where are you', 'what is wrong with you', 'what happened', 'come home right now', 'you are in so much trouble' and 'don't get pregnant'. That last one was from Dan but the rest of them kind of terrify me. Obviously the guys aren't going to stay mad at us but our parents are going to kill us. I've told them over and over already that I'm not doing this to get in trouble, it's to make Harry feel better, but they're still not listening. I decide to stop replying to them. The plan was to go home today and I know staying another night will just make them madder but I'm considering it now, just because I'm so scared to face them. 

Harry wakes up then, rubbing his eyes. "Hey." he mumbles.

"Hey." I say, turning around and looking at him. I smile when I see him. He's really endearing to me again today, I don't know why it's only just on this trip that I'm realising this but I'm guessing it's because I'm taking care of him or something like that. I don't even know if that's what this is but it kind of feels like it.

"We slept for so long." he says, rolling over to face me properly. 

"We did." I pause. "How are you feeling today?" 

He shrugs, smiling at me. "Honestly, I wish we could stay here for another week. But yeah, I'm feeling a little better. Thank you."

"Stop thanking me all the time." I laugh, laying back down too. I turn my head to look at him again. "What about another night though?" 

He looks at me. "Can we do that?" 

"I want to."

A smile comes over his face. "I want to too."

"Then another night it is." I grin at him, getting up. "Alright, I'm going to have a shower. What do you want to do today?" 

He shrugs. "How about we just hang out? Come on, how long have we wanted a day where we can literally just stay in bed and watch TV?" 

It's a simple idea but it makes me very happy so I agree. I shower and get straight back into my pyjamas and he does the same and we just sit in bed and watch TV together and somehow it's the least boring thing in the world. We discover that the hotel we're in has every season of Modern Family on it and we sit and watch it all day and he seems a lot happier throughout the day and I guess it's just something as simple as a funny TV show on back to back that can make you feel so much better somehow. 

We were both so close and comfortable with touching each other yesterday with all the hugs and what not and it's so different today. We sit on separate sides of the bed at first but we do sort of shuffle closer to each other throughout the whole day. Eventually we're right next to each other and as usual, I have completely underestimated how comfortable I am with him and how comfortable he is with me. When we get to sitting right next to each other, he puts an arm around me and I automatically relax into his side.

Then he kisses my forehead and I do feel more uncomfortable than usual but not in a bad way, just in a way where this isn't somewhere we've really visited before. I mean, we kissed, but it wasn't like this, it was a lot more in the moment, a lot more dramatic. This is more intimate, just the two of us here with nothing to really focus on but each other. I keep looking at the TV though, just because I don't know how to react, even though I can just see that he's looking at me still. He kisses my forehead again and I look up at him this time. He's smiling at me and I can't help but smile back.

"I know I've said it a thousand times, but thank you." he says. "I don't think I've felt like anyone has cared about me this much in a long time."

"Everybody cares about you this much." I promise him. 

"I haven't cared about anybody in the way I care about you in a long time." he says gently. 

"What do you mean?" 

He just smiles again, seeming to look at each individual part of my face and I swear I hold my breath.

"I just care about you." he says, looking me in the eye again. I hold my breath for another moment before he leans down and kisses me. I twist around to face him properly, kissing him back. It's an amazing feeling, to have nobody else and nothing else on my mind but him. I feel his hand go to the bottom of my shirt and just hover there and I pull away. 

"You have to be sure." I tell him, my eyes still closed. "I don't want to go through you not being sure again."

"I'm not going to put you through that again." he kisses me again. "I'm sure."

"Good." I say before kissing him again. It's an amazing feeling, to have nobody else and nothing else on my mind but him. I don't really know if this is love or what love like this even really feels like. I don't know if I'm just attracted to him and I'm getting it confused with love or what, but it definitely feels like love and that's enough for right now.

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