Chapter Twenty-four - More than one surprise

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I woke up slowly. Fluttering my eyes open, I smiled recalling last nights events. I turned onto my side to see Harry, deep in sleep. He looked so peaceful.

I stood up as quietly as possible, and gathered a handful of clothes in my arms as I went to make Harry some surprise breakfast.

"Going somewhere?" His morning voice was so husky, I loved it.

I turned to see Harry, leaned slightly onto one propped up elbow. He flashed his dimples at me sweetly. His bed hair was so hot, if I may say so myself.

"I was just going to make you some food." I whispered, smiling.

"Aw I don't need any babe. Come back to bed." He whispered himself.

I walked over towards him.

"And by bed you mean our make shift covers?" I said quietly glancing at the blankets on the floor by the fire.

"That is precisely what I meant." He laughed, lifting the blankets up as I snuggled beside him.

Wrapping an arm around me, we both closed our eyes.

"Love you Em." He whispered into my ear.

"I love you more...Why are we whispering?"

"I have no idea." We both laughed quietly before falling back asleep in each others arms.

I felt Harry's lips brush my forehead. I opened my eyes, seeing him leaning over me smiling.

"What?" I asked smiling up at him.

"You just look beautiful." He said.

I kissed his lips lovingly.

"What time is it?"

"About 2 o'clock." He laughed.

"Two o'clock! Wow we've slept in!"

"Yeah I know." He smirked. "I mean, there's no point in getting up now is there." He smiled seductively at me.

"No, we should really get up and-"

He pressed his lips to me and pulled me close, running circles on my back.

"Or you know, we could stay in bed for a little longer..." I gave into him as he kissed me passionately.

"SURPRISE!"

"Oh my god."

"Jesus Christ."

"Get a room."

"MY EYES."

I turned in horror to the five shocked boys stood in the doorway clutching suit cases.

Harry threw himself in front of me, as I hid myself behind him, trying to protect my dignity.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked quickly as I pulled the blanket up, higher over us.

"We'd ask you the same thing, but I think we all know what you're doing sunshine." Louis replied, raising his eyebrows suggestively as Niall and Zayn snickered.

"Turn away, bloody hell guys."

Harry said, being his cute protective self.

They all reluctantly turned around to face the door. I was mortified.

Harry handed me my clothes quickly as I dressed faster than I ever have before.

"Are you decent babe?" He asked.

I nodded slowly. He held my hand before rolling his eyes and calling after the boys.

"You can turn around now."

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