I awoke in the morning to gentle snoring next to me. I opened my eyes slowly to see a sleeping Harry. I sniffed, scratching my nose, then quickly, quietly, and carefully slipped out of bed, pulling on a sweatshirt to take away the chill before I crawled back in. I snuggled back under the covers. Harry’s arm snaked around my waist, then pulled me close. I tried to pull away, but his arms held me captive. I giggled quietly, pushing at his chest. A slight smile snuck its way onto Harry’s face, but he didn’t open his eyes.
“Stop it.” He whined.
“Don’t be a whiny girl.” I teased.
“A whiny girl, hm?” He looked down at me, giving me an evil grin.
“Oh shit.”
“You shall pay a terrible price.” He said in a demon voice before tickling my sides. I let out a laugh before Harry clamped a hand over my mouth. “Shh! Remember? We can’t let Niall know!” He whispered with a soft laugh.
“Quit tickling me then!” I protested, swatting at his hand. A knock sounded at my door. Both of our eyes widened to the size of saucers.
“Ashlyn? Can I come in?” Shit.
“Um, yeah, one minute please.” I hopped out of bed, frantically searching for a spot for Harry to hide.
“Can I just come in and set down this tray? Its kind of heavy.”
“One second, please!” I exclaimed, pushing Harry under the bed.
“I’m coming in.” The door handle turned.
“Hurry!” I whispered at Harry.
“I’m trying!”
“Okay!” Niall exclaimed, pushing the door open right as I sat on my bed.
“Hello!” I said, plastering a bright grin on my face. “ Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Impatient!” I teased.
“Sorry, this just got heavy.” Niall gestured at the tray of food in his hands. “I brought us breakfast. I felt that you were a little under the weather last night with your allergies and all, so I figured I would bring you breakfast.” I nodded, surprised. “So, dig in!” He beamed. I furrowed my brow. This seemed fishy.
“Niall, do you have any orange juice?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Can I have a glass please?” I asked sweetly.
“Sure, one second.” As soon as he dashed out of the room I ducked my head under the bed to meet Harry’s eyes.
“What do we do?!” I whisper-yelled.
“I don’t know!” He replied in a panicky tone.
