Feeling extremely warm and uncomfortable all of the sudden, I try to roll onto my side but something around my waist stops me to do so. I furrow my eyebrows, annoyed because I want to turn to my side. Slowly, my eyes flutter open to find out what on hell is restraining me. I blink my eyes several times so that I can see everything properly and then look down at the couch.

Immediately I cover my mouth to prevent a gasp from escaping when I find myself lying on top of Harry's chest, who himself is lying on the couch, with one of his arm wrapped around me while the other one has fallen off of the couch due to the small space and is hanging in the air.

How on earth did this happen, he was asleep on the bed when I went to sleep. Thoughtlessly, my eyes flicker towards the empty bed, Harry's clothes are lying at it's end. I press my lips in tight line, eye brows furrowed as I stay very still on top of his bare body, not even breathing. Seconds feel like hours as I try to think of a way to get out of his grasp without waking him up but my mind is totally blank, the only thing it tells is that I need to use the bathroom immediately or else I'll end up peeing here.

Not sure what else to do, I try to slowly wiggle out of his grasp but pause immediately and clench my eyes shut when I feel his morning erection pressing against the inside of my thigh. Cautiously, I try to move my leg away causing Harry to groan low in his throat before throwing one of his leg on top of mine, preventing me from doing so.

I peek up at him to see if he's awake and doing this on purpose but I find his eyes still shut, swollen lips parted slightly as he breathes in and out.

Oh, what am I supposed to do right now?

Maybe another minute passes and I feel like my bladder is going to explode and i know I can't control myself anymore. Taking in a deep, I prepare to run towards the bathroom. Quickly, I take a hold of his arm and remove it from my waist before pushing at his chest and climbing off of him in a hurry. Without looking back at Harry, I rush towards the bathroom but begin a clumsy bitch,I twist my ankle and end up falling onto the floor with a small scream.

"What? What is it?" I hear Harry mumbling, probably awake due to my sudden cry.

I pay no attention to him though and keep looking down at my foot. Eyes filling with tears as I turn it from side to side.

Within no time, Harry's kneeling down beside me on the ground. When he stays silent for at least a minute with a hand rest on my foot, my eyes flicker up from my to see what's wrong with him.

Harry's sitting there, rubbing his temple whilst blinking his eyes rapidly. Once he finds me looking at him, he lets the hand on his temple fall onto his thighs. Blinking one more time, he opens his eyes wide before looking down at my foot.

"You fell?" He asks me quietly, removing both of my hands away from my foot and grabbing it in his own.

I nod and then hiss when he slowly turn my foot to the side. Harry's eyes immediately look up from my foot, a frown forming on his lips.

"Will you ever learn how to walk?" He scolds me, placing my foot on top of his bare thighs. "This is the fifth time you got your ankle twisted, Stella." Harry tells me in a disappointing tone, looking down at my foot again.

"Stay right here now, don't move." Harry then tells me with a sigh, gently placing my foot back onto the floor.

I watch as he enters the bathroom and within a few seconds he's back with the first aid kit in his hand. I turn my attention back onto my foot when Harry crouch down beside me.

He takes my foot in his hand again, placing it onto his thigh before he opens the kit and takes out a small blue tube from it. I flinch when he applies the gel on my foot, massaging it with both of his hands.

"Do you want me to wrap it up with the bandage?" He asks me while wiping his hands on to the carpeted floor.

"If it's no trouble for you." I tell him quietly and Harry chuckles.

"Quit being so polite. It doesn't suit you, babe." He says while wrapping a bandage around my foot. "All done now." Harry mutters, lightly patting my knee before he stands up.

"Let's see if you walk or not, c'mon." Harry brings his hand forward for me to take and I quickly grab it, partly because I'm not sure wether I'll be able to stand on my own and partly because I still need to urinate.

Harry pulls me up, quickly wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me from falling when I wobble a bit.

"It's not gonna work like this." Harry tells me tsking and shaking his head, disapproving the fact that I'm putting all my weight on only one foot. "Babe, you're making my head ache more than it already is." He tells me with a groan before he sweeps me off of my feet, I shriek in surprise at his sudden move.

"Where to, ma'am?" He asks me, a small smile playing on his lips as he stares down at me.

"I..erm, I need to pee." I tell him awkwardly, shifting my gaze from his face to the cross pendant that's resting on his bare chest.

"Your wish is my command." He murmur before pecking my lips and taking long strides towards the bathroom.

Harry puts me down on the floor against the wall and I lean on it for support. I panic when Harry's hands find the hem of my dress and starts pulling it up.

"I'll do it myself." I tell him abruptly, placing my hand on top of his to stop him from pulling my dress up any further.

Harry lets out a sigh at my words, looking up at my face with his lips pressed in a thin line.

"What? So now you're upset with me?" Harry asks me and I furrow my brows. Shit, I don't want him to become angry.

"No. I..you have a hangover and I don't want to make it worse." I tell him, mentally praising myself for making up such an amazing lie.

"Well, undressing you won't make it worse. It will only help it get better. Harry tells me, a smirk on his lips as he bats my hand away and pull my dress all the way upto to waist.

A shudder passes through me when he hooks his fingers in my underwear and slowly pulls it down my legs, his eyes watching me intently. But then he stops mid way, frowning as he stares at my left thigh before bringing his hand up and lightly running it over my skin.

"You had a scar right here." Harry says, looking up at me, his fingers staying put at one spot. "No?"

"I..I did?" I ask him in confusion, not knowing what else to say.

Harry gives me a weird look, parting his lips to say some but a loud knock on the door causes his attention stray away from me. There is another knock and Harry huffs, muttering something under his breath before walking out of the bathroom.

I sigh in relief when he's out, quickly hobbling over to the commode. Once I'm done, I stand up with the support of the wall and hobble towards the sink. Harry takes about a minute to come back and by then I had already washed my face and brushed my teeth with a finger since I didn't see any spare toothbrush.

"You done?" Harry asks me as he enters the bathroom, this time with his pants on.

"Yes." I tell him with a small nod and clutch the edge of the basin tightly, ready to turn around and leave the bathroom.

"Woah, woah." Harry exclaims his hand grabbing my forearm when I turn with a hop. "No need for you to jump, baby. Your servant is right here. " With that said, I'm again scooped up in his arms.

Harry smiles down at me, pressing his lips to my forehead as he walks out of the door and sets me onto the bed.

"Do not try to leave the room until I am back, don't want you falling down and breaking your neck. Am I clear?" Harry speaks with such authority that I find myself nodding my head without even realizing it.

"Great." Harry mutters before turning around and going back to the bathroom.

The slam of the door sounds in my ears and I let out a sigh before laying down on the bed and closing my eyes. Events of the past few days takes over my mind and I let out a small groan, lightly punching my forehead, a very lame attempt to make my thoughts go away.

"Get the fuck out of my head." I mumble to myself, wanting to be at peace.

As I lie there, I realize what an amazing care free life I once had, where I had nothing to worry about, my parents were there to take away all my worries, making them their own. Oh, I miss them so much. I want them back, I want my life back. I feel my bottom lip trembling and a tear slips out of my closed eye lid. Why? Why did I have to a brat and run away from the people who loved me the most?

"Hey." A small whisper causes my eyes to fly open and I find Harry hovering over me, his eyebrows furrowed as he watches me with worry written all over his face and it makes me want to cry harder. Not for myself but for him.

"What's wrong?" He questions, sitting down next to me, scooping me into his arms and placing me onto his lap. My head rests on his shoulder as I shed a few more tears.

I feel Harry's arms tighten around me when a sob escapes my lips but he stays silent not saying anything and I realize that he's waiting for my response.

"I..I miss them, Harry. So much." I tell him quietly and another sob escapes my lips causing Harry to hush me and one of his hand comes up to massage my scalp lightly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, baby but we can meet them. Whoever you miss, we can leave right now." Harry's words make me cry harder.

"That's not possible." I tell him in a small shrill voice, clenching my eyes shut tightly. The faces of my smiling parents when I had graduated runs in front of my eyes and I mouth a small sorry. It's because of me that they are no longer alive.

"Stella, you're-" Harry's sentence is cut off by the knock on the door. "Please don't cry." He pleads, setting me down back on the bed before going over to the door and opening it.

"What?" He snaps loudly at whoever it is at the door and a small shriek sounds in response. "Sorry, Sophia. Do you want to come in?" Harry asks and then moves to a side, letting her in.

She walks in and stands near the door awkwardly. Her eyes travelling from Harry to me and I offer her a small, weak smile.

"I..umm, I came here to tell you guys that breakfast is ready and we're waiting for you two." She says, still looking at me.

"Okay, we'll be out in a minute." Harry speaks up before I can even open my mouth and Sophia nods, smiling at me before she walks out of the room.

Harry's quick to shut the door as soon as she's out before turning around and walking back towards me. Once he's right in front of me, he kneels down on the floor and takes both of my hands in his own.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, eyebrows furrowed as he watches me carefully.

Although I don't feel like saying anything, I force myself to lie to him, knowing that it's the only thing he wants to here.

"Yes." I tell him, putting emphasize on the word to sound a little unconvincing.

Harry sighs at my words, giving my hands a small squeeze before tugging at them to pull me closer and resting his forehead against mine.

"Why was the tomato blushing red?" He asks quietly, his lips ghosting over my mine.

I shrug at his question, finding his way of making me feel better a bit amusing.

Harry smiles a bit at my response before saying, "Because he saw the salad dressing." and the lightly presses the pair of his lips to my own. We stay like that for sometime, not really kissing but keeping our lips pressed together.

"Oh, I love you so much." He murms against my lips before moving his face away from mine and standing up to his full length.

"C'mon now, don't want to keep others waiting, do we?" He asks me, bending down and picking up his shirt from floor. I watch as he smells it and scrunch up his nose.

"Smells bad." He tells me before putting it on. Once done, he wraps one of his arm around my shoulders and other around the back of my knees, picking me up.

I say nothing as he walks us out of the room and towards wherever the dining room is.

"You have to put me down before we enter the room." I tell him, not wanting anyone to see me in his arms. It will be so very awkward.

Harry says nothing in reply, just looks down at me with a smirk on his lips.

"We're already there." He tells me and I look away from me around my surrounding and of course everyone is staring at us.

My eyes travel from smiling Liam to Sophia and another strange guy before finally stoping at Zayn. My eyes become wide and my lips part in horror when I see how badly his face is damaged.

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