Jane

One thing I knew for sure that next morning was that I was sore.  Everything was sore.

Another thing I was sure about was that I was hearing a loud banging noise. "Oh God," I groaned trying to open my eyes. I looked up and Harry was spread out on the bed completely naked where I was literally using him as a pillow. We may have gone overboard last night.

"Hotel security! Open up!" I sat up quickly and looked at the time; it was barely ten in the morning. What the hell was going on?

"Harry." I shook him and he opened one eye looking at me. "There's a security at the door." He sat up looking as confused as I was, rubbing his eyes to get up and put his shorts on.

"What the hell?" He said disoriented walking towards the door. I put on one of the bathrobes from the bathroom while he opened the door. "Dude, what the fuck?" It was Louis.

"Good morning!" He cheered coming in. "Sorry for the wake-up call but we're all having breakfast, my treat so you guys sho-" he stopped looking around the room stopping to look at us and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you guys totally did the nasty up in this bitch." He laughed. "I can feel it I have like a sixth sense about that."

"Lou I swear to-" Harry began but I just laughed.

"Mad because he got some and you didn't?" Harry looked at me and Louis' jaw dropped. "Don't be a hater."

"Burn!" Harry said looking at Louis who just squinted at me annoyed.

"Everyone is meeting downstairs in twenty minutes don't be late." He turned and left the room. Harry let out a laugh, high-fiving me.

As I walked my legs were wobbly. "You okay?" He asked.

"Everything hurts," I said getting my bag.

"Did I hurt you or-" I shook my head.

"No, I'm just sore. It's a good kind of sore." I reassured him. I pulled out some clothes and he did the same. "I think I need another shower because I don't think the one we took last night counted." Harry snickered and I shook my head. "Shower sex is dangerous Harry, what if you dropped me?"

"I wouldn't drop you, you're small and I'm like really strong." He flexed. "Besides it's not my fault you look so damn good naked and wet." He winked at me.

I ignored him going to the bathroom to get ready. Harry brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face while I got out and dried off. "Great now I have to wear makeup." He looked at me and noticed my chest and neck had some small love bites. "I gave you one too." I pointed to his neck. He shrugged it off not really caring.

After we were ready we headed downstairs to find everyone sitting around waiting for us. It was slightly warmer than where we lived up North near the beach. We all got in the car and drove to a nice Mexican restaurant for breakfast.

"So what's the plan, are we going out tonight or are we going to the beach?" Niall asked everyone as we ate.

"Oh definitely the beach, we can go walk Venice beach," Phoebe suggested. We all agreed, but when I looked at Harry he seemed deep in thought.

"Isn't Santa Monica like right next to it?" Olivia asked Louis who nodded. "Can we go to both?" She asked.

"We can go anywhere you like." He said sweetly. It was odd that they had been non-stop talking the whole way, but he must have been trying to be nice since the incident. As a waiter came by we asked him if he could take a photo of us and he happily obliged.

After we ate we went back to the hotel so we could get some stuff for the beach. Harry was being quiet and it made me nervous. He was so happy last night and even this morning. But as we talked about the beach he became sad. He changed into jean shorts and a t-shirt and sat on the bed putting on a pair of sneakers. "Harry, are you okay?" I asked sitting on his lap. "You seem upset, do you not want to go?"

He sighed shaking his head. "It's not that I don't want to go, it's just, I've been thinking about Gemma and how much she wanted to come here." He let out a loud breath putting his head on my shoulder. "Every time I think I'm fine I get triggered and it sucks because it's like I take three steps forward and get dragged back two. And it's hard to look at Olivia, she's different and it reminds me of my sister. It just feels like a lot." He began crying. "It's not fair for you to see me like this." His voice broke.

"Like what?" I said cleaning his face.

"Crying over something stupid." I stood up and put my hands at my hips.

"How you feel, and your emotions are not stupid." I pointed a finger at him. "Harry, you have every right to feel this way, but you can't let it take over you and stop you from new experiences." I kneeled down to hold his hands. "I know you're hurting, but you have to keep going, even if it means having breakdowns like this. It means that even though you fall, you can get right back up. You are so strong, remember?" I pointed to his muscles making him let out a weak laugh.

"Yeah." He took a deep breath. "Okay, I needed that." I kissed his forehead and stood.

"Alright, do you need a hug too?" He nodded and grabbed me lifting me up so my feet dangled. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.

He set me down and nodded. "Yeah, I think I was just having a moment, and I needed a talk." We finished getting ready and went back out to meet everybody.

"Geez, took you guys long enough," Louis said to me.

"Louis cut back on the jokes he's having issues," I warned him. "Like breaking down your door issues." I reminded him of the day Harry went on a drunken rampage. Louis is the only one who knew about Harry's past; besides Niall seeing him fight that one time. He nodded and agreed to shut up

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Venice beach is nice in photos, I'll agree with Harry on that, but in reality, it smells like weed, has a crapload of skaters and homeless people and the ocean isn't as nice from all the trash floating to the top. But, I bought a new purse and got a henna tattoo. "It's a Virgo symbol," I told Harry who was looking through all the books of designs.

"I guess, but nothing beats getting a real one." He pointed over to one of the tattoo shops. "I think I might go in and ask if they could add to my collection." He playfully tapped his chin in thought. "How about my chest."

"Harry if you get my name tattooed on your body I will leave you here." I threatened him.

"Oh, how sweet." The older woman doing the tattoos said. "He wants to get your name tattooed on him. How about just temporary, hmm?" Harry smirked and nodded.

"Sure, sounds good." I rolled my eyes as Harry took a seat on her chair. "Should I get 'Prudence' too or just 'Jane'?" I playfully smacked his arm.

"Just Jane." He smiled looking for a space on his arm, but there was none.

"What are you guys doing?" The group came back with lemonade. "Harry the tattoo shop is on that side." Phoebe joked.

"How about the chest area?" The woman asked Harry. He looked down and took off his shirt. In the sunshine, you could really see his scars. He seemed shy but went through it anyway. The lady, in very nice writing I will say, wrote my name in the middle of his chest. It blended in well with the rest of the black ink. He paid her and when everyone saw it they all awed.

"How sweet," Phoebe says. "And boy are you just covered in tattoos." She poked Harry's chest.

"Oh yeah by the way your sisters drinking," Niall told me. "She put vodka in her lemonade." I rolled my eyes, of course, Phoebe was drinking.

As we walked down the boardwalk Harry kept his shirt off so he wouldn't smear his 'artwork'. We held hands but I would let go to take photos of everyone. As we walked I looked down at the photos and I showed Harry. "I like that one, of Louis and Olivia."

"I think he has a crush on her," I whispered to him as we took a seat outside of another store. Harry agreed with me sitting there looking like a model. "Don't move." I stood walking across the way and took a photo of him. As I checked it I looked up to see a group of girls stop in front of Harry.

As I got closer they were clearly flirting with him. "Oh my god, I love your tattoos." One of the girls said.

"Yeah, are you from around here? Your accent is so attractive." Another asked.

"No just visiting with my girlfriend." He said looking annoyed.

"Oh, and where is she?" The third one said looking around. "We're just looking at your tattoos."

"I'm not." The first one said making them all laugh.

Maybe I was being petty, but I pushed my boobs up walking over to the steps and calling him. "Baby?" He turned and smirked at me. "You promised me an ice cream cone," I said sweetly.

"Coming, my love, excuse me." He moved past them and the second girl gave me a dirty look. "You are my hero, they smell like they've been swimming in weed and trash." He put his arm around me and I put my hand in his back pocket. Something I never do, but I had to let these girls know he was taken. "I don't recall promising an ice cream cone."

"Well, might as well do it now." I shrugged.

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Later that night we decided to all have dinner together. This time it was at a bar and grill. "Okay, we have to order a round of shots," Phoebe said. To the waiter. "Um, six shots of tequila."

"Five." Louis, Harry and I all said at the same time.

"Uh okay, five?" The waiter nodded and left. "Who's not drinking?"

"I'm not, I'll be the designated driver." Harry smiled. She shrugged it off and we listened to the band play up on the stage.

"I'm only having one drink," I told Olivia. "I don't need a hangover." She agreed to take a sip of water.

"Jane it's our song!" Phoebe cheered. The band played a cover of the band Devo's whip it. She sang and I laughed at her and Niall as they danced together.

"Are you gonna whip it Jane...whip it good?" Harry laughed. The waiter came then to give us our drinks and took our order.

"Okay cheers to an already awesome trip, and... I'm already drunk." Phoebe cheered. "Oh to friendship!" We all toasted and took our shot, except Harry who drank his fancy alcohol-free drink. I took the shot and immediately felt the burn of tequila.

"First of many right Jane?" Phoebe winked at me. "Jane the party train!" She cheered making Niall and Louis laugh. I rolled my eyes. Louis asked why the nickname and she gladly told him why. "So basically in high school Jane was like super nice to everyone, really smart, and just like a huge bookworm but she was going through some stuff, like she hated everyone. So one day my friend and I took her to this party and she started drinking and got so crazy." I blushed shaking my head as everyone looked at me surprised. "I mean she slapped the shit out of this guy who called her- what did he call you Jane?"

"He called me Princess," I said looking at Harry whose eyes widened at the memory of him calling me that yesterday during sex. He simply smirked and sipped his drink.

"Yeah, he was like 'hey princess how about we go out some time?' And Jane kept saying no until she literally slapped the shit out of him. Knocking him out."

"Woah!" Louis cheered. "You go girl."

"After that, she had this moment where we were walking home and she saw this cop car and she threw a rock at the window and broke it. She yells at the top of her lungs 'fuck da police' and runs across the street and all the way home." Everyone broke out into fits of laughter even making Harry laugh out loud and shake his head.

"Thank you, Phoebe," I said shaking my head.

"Wait that's not even the best part. At the party, she took her shirt off and-"

"Phoebe! I told you not that story!" I warned her.

She covered her mouth. "Oops?"

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It was around midnight when Harry and I decided to go back to the hotel. He was looking through my photos on my camera when it died completely. He stood walking over to connect it and then back to the bed. I skimmed through the channels on the tv, but nothing looked good.

"So that story Phoebe was saying was true?" He asked.

"Mhmm," I said not really paying attention. "Why?"

"Well, I just want to know what to expect tomorrow." He fixed himself so he could prop up his head and lay down flat. "You know New Year's and all."

"I'm not drinking, but thanks." I finally found something to watch and I laid back down with Harry.

"How come?" He wondered. Now normally I would have a few drinks, but since Harry was going to be sober, I felt like I should be too.

"I guess, I don't want to have a hangover. Besides you're not drinking and you don't really need alcohol to have a good time." It's true since when did everyone need to be shit-faced drunk to have a good time?

"Well if you did I wouldn't care, but if not we will have a good time." He kissed my forehead.

We changed the subject and just watched the movie as we cuddled. "Are you going to be my New Year's kiss?" I playfully asked him. He lifted my chin and smiled reaching down to kiss me.

"I'll be your anytime kiss." I giggled as he hovered over me and began pressing kisses to my face. "Kiss you here, kiss you there." He kissed my neck. "On a train, on a plane."

"Thank you, Dr. Seuss." I laughed.

Slowly but surely our kisses turned into a hot makeout session, and well, we didn't go to sleep.

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Thanks for reading. Xx

-k