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Chapter 14

Cassie's POV

The first thing I see upon waking up are messy brown curls and a very nice looking back. Oh shit.

I flip out, frantically backing away from the person I'm lying next to. Subsequently, falling to the ground and bringing the cover down with me. Ouch.

I guess the sound of my body hitting the ground, mixed with the sudden chilling sensation of the cold air was enough to wake Harry up. In a matter of seconds he's leaning over the edge of the bed looking at me with a confused expression.

“Cassie, are you alright, love?"

“Am I alright? Harry, why fuck was in your bed? What happened?"

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. Calm down. Nothing happened. I wouldn't do that to you."

"Harry. What. Happened. Last. Night?"

"Do you really not remember? Cassie, look down. You're covered from head to toe. Nothing happened."

"If nothing happened, why was I in your bed and why are you shirtless."

"A, nothing happened. B, I always sleep shirtless. And C, think back to last night. It was late, everyone was tired. You went to shower and I sat out here with Louis, waiting for room service."

"Where's Louis?" I ask, drying my hair with a towel.

Harry looks up from his food. Of course he got pizza again. This boy.

"I made him go to his room. He was falling asleep and I didn't want to have to deal with him. He's quite cranky when he's tired."

"Ah. Well um should I go or..?"

"You don't have to. I wouldn't mind if you stayed in here. You did use my shower after all."

"That is true, Styles."

"Yes it is, Collins. By the way you're dripping, everywhere."

"Shit. Sorry," I say wrapping the towel around my head.

Harry laughs. "Don't worry about it, its just a little water. I don't mind getting wet."

I put my hand over my mouth, trying to suppress a laugh. I fail miserably, letting out a stifled, strange, laugh. It was more of a staggered nose breathing than a laugh but all the same, it was enough to make Harry join me in laughter.

I laugh out loud at the thought of my horrendously strangled laugh, bringing a smile to Harry's face.

"So you do remember?" Harry asks, his voice a little more alive than it was when he awoke.

"Well, sort of. I still don't understand why I was in your bed with you."

"That's simple. We were watching TV and you were on the verge of falling asleep. I told you I would sleep on the floor. You told me not to be an idiot and patted the bed next to you. Then you rolled over and were out like a light."

I guess that makes sense. "Okay. Sorry that I freaked out on you. I just-"

"Don't apologize. I get it. You just had to make sure."

"Yeah." I say leaving his gaze.

"Do you need help getting up or do you plan on sitting down there for awhile longer?"

"Oh right. I'm on the floor." I move the blanket off of me and push myself off the ground.

I bend down, grabbing the blanket and shaking it out before tossing it back at Harry. "Go back to sleep, Curly."