The remainder of the game went by in a blur. Luckily, I didn't have to kiss anyone else, and to my relief, neither did Harry. As if on cue, after the game was over, the doorbell rang. Gemma excused herself to go accept the pizza delivery. Soon after, everyone was settled with food and drinks on the couches. Somehow I managed to find myself occupying the same couch as Harry. Though thankfully, Louis was seated between us serving as a type of buffer. I wasn't sure exactly what was going on with Harry and I, and I didn't fully trust myself with him so near, so I welcomed the barrier.

A movie began playing on the large projection screen. The Greatest Game Ever Played. A golfing movie that Niall seemed pretty excited about. Personally, if it was golf we had to watch, I'd rather it be Happy Gilmore. But it wasn't my party. I found little interest in the movie and I found it hard to focus when my mind kept wandering back to my kiss with Harry. I could still feel his lips on mine. I reached up and traced my lips with my finger, my skin tingled at the memory. My eyes fell closed as I relived the short, but lasting moment.

I hadn't meant to fall asleep, but before I knew it I was dreaming of full pink lips. I knew I couldn't possibly pursue anything with Harry in reality, so my subconscious took it upon itself to pick up where reality left off. I couldn't stop the images from forming in my dream state even if I wanted to.

Harry's lips were closing in on mine again. I could feel his hard body pressed against mine. In this false reality there were no buzzing timers forcing us to stop. His lips continued to assault my own in the most delicious way. Oh how I wish this were real.

His hands were gripped onto my hips pulling me ever closer to him. His fingertips ghosted over the sensitive skin at my waist as he slipped beneath the hem of my shirt. My hands were in his hair, holding tight to the soft strands, afraid he'd slip away if I let go. His mouth moved to my neck. His lips traced patterns from below my ear to the base of my throat. I couldn't help it when a low moan snuck past my lips. I felt his hand travel up my arm. I reached for his hand and brought it to my lips then smooth the backs of his fingers across my cheek. I sighed at the soft touch.

"Sadie." Harry's voice sounds so clear, as if I weren't dreaming at all.

"Mmm, Harry." I cooed against his hand.

"Sadie? What are you doing?"

I jolted awake. Not dreaming anymore, crap. I blinked repeatedly in the dark room, the movie is still playing and seems to have everyone's attention. I take notice of Harry's hand clutched in mine as I hold it close to my face. Double crap. I'm laying with my head on his thigh. Triple crap. Louis must have got up at some point after I fell asleep. Crap, crap, crap!

I drop Harry's hand and sit up, scooting away from him. What, am I drawn to him when I sleep? This can't keep happening.

"I um, I'm gonna get some water." I say quickly and leave him sitting there staring. I rush upstairs to the kitchen. I can feel the flush on my face. It's hot. Harry's hot. No! Dammit! I go over to the fridge and pull open the freezer, leaning into it. The frozen air instantly chills my overheated face. I inhale the frigid air through my nose and let it out my mouth. I've got to get a grip!

"Sadie?"

I jump at my name and turn too quickly, knocking my forehead against the freezer door. Are you kidding me? I rub my hand on the sore spot and close the door to see Harry standing in the middle of the kitchen. If he asks me why I was cuddling his hand in my sleep, I may just die of embarrassment.

"I was going to ask if I could show you something. Seeing as you weren't really into the movie." He gave a lopsided smirk. I'm dying. I feel it.

"Um, show me what?" I tried to sound nonchalant. Well, as nonchalant as someone could in my position. My head was aching from that damn freezer.

"Just follow me."

He turned and lead me upstairs. He stopped in the hall and reached above himself, grasping a string that hung from a square on the ceiling. When he pulled it, the square came down to reveal a ladder leading up to the attic.

"After you." He smiled.

I carefully made my way up the ladder. I stood in the darkness as Harry followed then clicked on some lights. I was surprised at the sight before me. Pictures flooded the space. Some hanging on strings like a banner across the room. Others were tacked to the wall. There was a table with shallow plastic tubs, and another that looked like a work desk. A deep work sink sat against the far wall. It wasn't a very large space, the ceiling sloped on either side of the room, peeking in the center.

Harry picked up a small tube from the work desk. A film canister.

"I thought you might want to help develop the pictures I took when we were at the airport."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when I followed Harry, but this wasn't it. I never knew quite what to expect where Harry was concerned. Before I knew it, he was explaining to me how the process worked. He showed me an empty metal spool, talking me through the steps of winding the film strip onto it. This would have to be done in complete darkness, even the smallest amount of light could damage the film, and ruin the pictures. Once I understood, he grabbed another tube, a larger one with a lid, which the spool would go into to be developed.

He lead me to a door. Inside, it was the size of a small closet. Just a single shelf about waist high with a thick looking towel sitting in a pile. We stepped inside, after setting the film supplies on the shelf, Harry closed the door. It was dark, but a sliver of light still shown through the bottom of the door. Until Harry took the towel and laid it at the base, blanketing us in total darkness.

We worked in silence, winding the film on the spool. He guided me as I tried to ignore the feeling I got every time our fingers would brush. Once we were satisfied we had gotten it right, Harry took the spool from me. I heard a slight clang as he dropped it into the developing canister and popped on the lid, effectively sealing it.

"Um, there was actually something I wanted to tell you." Harry's voice was quiet in the darkness. "And I think it would be easier to say it now, while I can't see you."

"Okay?" What was this about? Oh god, maybe he's going to tell me I was a bad kisser. How humiliating. At least in the darkness he wouldn't see the red I could feel flooding my face.

"It's about the game? When I kissed you."

Oh no, here it comes. If only I could just spontaneously combust and put me out of my misery.

"I'd like to kiss you again...without everyone watching."

What? I was speechless. Actually speechless. I thought, surely, I must be hearing things.

"I like you Sadie."

I nearly gasped. Was it possible I was still dreaming? How could this be happening?

"Since I can't see you, I don't know if you're pissed off or if you feel the same way." He continued in his quiet voice, almost a whisper. "I'm going to kiss you again."

Suddenly, I felt his hand grasp mine and place it on a cool round object. The doorknob.

"If you don't want me to, just open the door. Otherwise..."

He stepped closer. With my hand still on the knob I felt his body lean in closer to me. I could stop this right now. I should stop this right now. With just a turn of my wrist. But the truth was, dreaming or reality, at least for this moment, I didn't want to wake up.

Harry's hands slid slowly up my arms to my shoulders, to my neck. I felt his fingers trace lightly over my jaw line to my chin, tilting my head to look up into the darkness at him. His thumb skimmed over my lips briefly before he replaced them with his own lips. My hand dropped from the doorknob and found solace at the front of Harry's shirt. Just like before, I gripped the fabric tightly pulling him closer. When I slid my hands up to thread them in his hair he let out a soft moan. It stirred something in me. I tugged gently as his hands went to my waist. I felt him back me up against the small shelf. He moved his hands below my butt and lifted me to the shelf causing the film canister to fall to the floor. He stood between my legs with his hands gripping my thighs as he moved his mouth down the length of my neck, allowing me a chance to breathe. I angled my head to the side as he gave extra attention to the space just below my ear.

"Harry? You up there?"

We both froze. It was Gemma. Harry turned his face toward the door and yelled back.

"Yeah Gem, why?" He didn't move from his spot in front of me as he waited for her reply.

"We're about to do the cake! Is Sadie with you?"

"Um, yeah. We'll be right down."

Harry stepped out from my hold and gathered up the towel from the floor. When he opened the door and let the light flood in I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing at Harry's hair. I had messed it quite a bit. When he caught me staring he ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it back into place before helping me down off the shelf.

"We can finish this later." He said as I followed him out towards the ladder.

It wasn't clear if he meant we'd finish the film or the kiss. I hoped for both.

A/N: I read this chapter to my sister before posting, I wish you could have seen her reactions. They were priceless! Hope you liked it!

I've got some other stories in the works. I'm kind of excited for my Niall story I've started writing. I may start posting it in a couple months, depending on how much of the story I get planned out. 

I have a good handful of ideas for each of the boys. Though if I can't flesh them out enough for a decent story, I may just have a book of one shots or maybe like 5 chapter stories. We'll see.

DCMurphy