Camp Direction *Complete*

Amber, Emily, Olivia, Delaney, and Sarah make up the girl band Dangerous. They won their way into a camp for aspiring singers and others in the music business. They are so happy to finally have they dream of possibly becoming a real band come true. There's one thing though, the owners of the camp are the hot new boy band: One Direction. And they fall head over heels for these girls, but the girls have hearts of stone.


22. Sleepover At Harry's

"I'm gonna change in the bathroom. You can change in here," Harry grabs something out of his dresser. "Okay, babe?"

"Yeah, sounds perfect."

"Good," then he walks out.

I quickly into a silky nightgown. Then I hop into Harry's bed. "This is awesome," I whisper.

A few seconds later, Harry walks back in only in boxers. "Did you bring your teddy bear, Buttercup?"

"Oops, I totally forgot."

He smiles, "Looks like we'll have to sleep together again."

I climb under the covers, "Just come on."

He turns off the lights then walks over and gets under the covers. "You forgot your teddy on purpose, didn't you?"

"So what if I did?"

"Well, it means you wanted to sleep with me again," he pulls me close.

"Is there something wrong with that? You're not objecting."

"There's nothing wrong with it. Just making sure you want to do this. I don't want to rush you."

"I know what I'm doing."

"Sure you do."

I look up at him and then give him a light kiss on the lips, "I do." Then I snuggle into his chest.

"I knew you'd come around and kiss my lips."

"Oh, shut up," I say with a bit of a British accent.

"Nice accent, babe."

"I've been practicing my whole life."

"It's great."

"Night, Harry."

"Good night," he kisses my forehead. "Sweet dreams."

I close my eyes, "Don't worry, I will." After a few minutes, I slip into dreamland.

*The Next Morning*

I wake up and Harry's arms are no longer around me. A sigh escapes me; I'm falling in love too hard and too fast. Slow it down, but I know I won't and I know I can't. Then I smell something. Eggs? Bacon? Whatever it is, it gets me out of bed and rushing towards it. I'm starving. The amazing smell is coming from the kitchen. Harry's making breakfast. "Our homes have food?"

"Good morning to you, too, bed head," Harry's looking over at me. A smile on his face. Then he goes back to looking at the stove.

I hop on a bat stool and try to pat my hair down. "Yeah, morning. Now, does my house have food?"

He laughs, causing me to smile. "Not until Sunday."

"We can still eat at the mess hall, right?"

"Of course. You can eat wherever you want."

"Okay. Now where will we meet on Sunday?"

"Oh, shit. About that, it's gonna be real late Sunday when we can meet up. The boys and I are leaving for some interviews right after the performances. We can meet here. If you want, though."

"Okay, sounds good. I'll be sure to catch you interviews. Text me before you go on."

"I will," he hands me a plate of bacon, eggs, and sausage. Then he sets another one down on the place next to me. He comes around and sits next me.

"Thanks for making me breakfast."

"Anything for you, Buttercup."

I lean over and kiss his cheek. "It was very sweet of you. Oh, and on Sunday. Will I spend the night again?"

"I'd love it if you did."

"Looks like I am."

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