*Hannah's POV*

My eyes fluttered open as a peaceful gloominess greeted me. The sun had not yet broken the horizon, but it was not an unhappy darkness. There was something different about this morning, and not just that it was days before my nineteenth birthday. There was something very unlike most other days. When I realized that Harry was directly behind me, his soft skin against mine, I tried to stay as still as possible. I didn’t care if we were awake and talking or not, feeling his closeness was enough for me. This is the closest that he had gotten, completely spooning me, since we had woken up in my bed.

Before long, long fingers traced down my arm and I knew that he knew that I was awake, and the bumps that rose on my arms were the living proof. His hand rose to swiftly sweep the hair off of my neck and placed a soft kiss there. Tingles went through my body as I pulled the covers tighter around me. I shivered and Harry pulled closer in behind me as heat radiated off of him. I loved this closeness. It was the first time that I’d woken up next to him since the coffee pot broke. Harry kissed my neck again and began to run kisses down my shoulder. I shivered again and rolled over to face him, chest to chest. He smiled, knowing that he had gotten to me and pressed his lips to mine sweetly. Smiling into the kiss, I let my finger tips rest on his jaw as he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue across my bottom lip.

We stayed like this for a while before I pulled away and stretched out my limbs. He chuckled and I was sure that it was because of a look that came over my face as I sprawled out.

“What?” I croaked. I would’ve swallowed my self consciousness, but I knew that Harry would never judge anything serious for the sake of my feelings, or maybe he really thought that highly of me.

“I love you.” In turn, I gave him a small smile and snuggled into his chest, his arms pulling me to him. “You know that, right?”

“I know, Harry.” It came out as a whisper. He couldn’t expect me to say it back, not yet.

I knew that he loved me, and the feeling was of course mutual, but I couldn’t bring myself to release the words from my lips. I had used the words before, and I learned that love is a relative term. When you say that you love something, it doesn’t mean that you love it; it means that you enjoy that thing in particular more than you’ve enjoyed anything else. I had said it to other guys before, and they were my true feelings at the time. I loved them more than I had loved anyone else, and they loved me until they found someone else to love more. Then I wasn’t what they felt for most, so they let go to chase after things that were more appealing to them. I would never find anything more appealing than Harry. He was my everything and I would do anything for him. I would never feel more love for anything than what I felt for Harry, and I just prayed that that feeling was mutual too.

“Wow,” I mumbled, awaking for the second time. I could tell that Harry was still awake because he was humming a tune that I couldn’t quite place. The sun was up now, but not very high. Stretching nearly out of his reach, his grip became tighter around me and he placed a sweet kiss to my cheek. “Where is my coffee?” I joked. Harry chuckled and his laugh was infectious. Giving up on getting away, I settled back into his chest, soft against my cheek.

“Well, we’re doing something special tonight which means it’s going to be special all day. That means that I’m spending the whole day with you.” He relaxed his shoulders and pressed a kiss to my hair. “Unfortunately, that means that you’re coming with me to get coffee.”

“Damn, that means I actually have to get up,” I said pouting. We both rolled out of bed; I changed into real clothes and Harry put some on. I decided that we were just going to Starbucks so I threw on some sweats and one of Harry’s jumpers, pulling my hair up and putting a head band on and heading for the door, grabbing my sunglasses on the way out. I tucked them down into my jumper before meeting Harry in the living room. He had also slipped a pair of sweats on and had picked up a long sleeve shirt that I recognized because it had been crumpled on my bedroom floor. He had his glasses tucked into the neck of his shirt just as I did, but he also wore a beanie.

“We match!”

“Ugh! Now I have to go change,” I teased. As I turned away, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, carrying me towards the door. “Harry! Put me down this instant!” I said, helplessly squirming in his arms. Once we got to the door of my apartment, he set me back on my feet.

“I think that we’re cute,” he said proudly, “so hell is you’re changing.” He took me by the hand and didn’t spend a second hesitating to intertwine our fingers. He opened the door and pulled me out behind him, almost too fast for me to turn around and shut it when I had cleared the door way.

We walked down the street, hand in hand. I lived on a fairly busy road, so there were a lot of paps taking pictures, but there were also a few squeals, confirming that it didn’t matter where we went, we were never alone. A few girls walked up to Harry with pens and paper; giving me a dirty look as they approached. He squeezed my hand comfortingly, telling me that he had noticed. “Harry! Eek! We’re such big fans and we were wondering if we could get your autograph and maybe a few pictures?”

“I’m really sorry ladies, and I wish that I could, but,” he paused to wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me to him, “it’s a few days before my birds birthday,” I blushed at his official title for me, “and I promised that I’d spend the whole day alone with her.” He pressed a kiss to my temple as I easily leaned into him. We walked on by the girls that were left standing, dumbfounded.

“You know you’re going to hear about that one later.” I smiled. “Just because it’s ‘our day’ doesn’t mean that you have to ignore the people that love you.”

He gave me a funny look. “Well, don’t I have you to love me?” I smiled and stopped abruptly to crash my lips to his. The kiss was urgent, but not enough to take away the sweetness of his mouth. “Plus, today’s our special day, and I won’t let anyone ruin it.” He smiled and pulled on my hand as we continued to walk.

The snow was pure and hung heavy on the branches. The sun beamed off of the fresher snow on the ground, causing me to pull my sunglasses off of my collar and put them on. Harry had already had his on. He liked to tell me it was because the sun hurt his eyes, but I knew that it was so that not as many people recognized him.

Once we had walked into Starbucks, Harry told me to go sit down as he headed for the counter to order. I sat there, just watching him, as something else caught my eye. “Hannah?” a little girl asked me. I looked to her, wondering where she came from and how she knew me. "You're with Harry!" Her voice was sweet and her eyes gleamed in the light. Some of her letter sounds were replaced my W’s, and her S’s sounded like Th’s, but it was simply adorable.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Well, I guess you could say that.” I smiled at her sweetly. She had no trouble returning the show of affection.

“I love One Direction.” She put her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels shyly.

“Well…” I paused, thinking about our previous encounter with the bitches on the street. This wasn’t the same as that, “do you want to meet one of them?” She looked up at me, hopefulness in her eyes as her mouth dropped open and her eyes almost became watery. I got to see Harry every day, but I didn’t realize how many people would kill, or cry, to be in my shoes; they would love to just see him once.

Before either of us could say anything, people began clapping out a rhythm. I hadn’t caught on to what was happening yet and the little girl began clapping as well, obviously having more of a clue than I did. Soon, the entire staff had surrounded me and began to sing loudly. Near the end of the song, Harry broke through the crowd and came over to kiss me deeply; I blushed slightly as I remembered the little girl that was probably still sitting there waiting to meet Prince Charming, both hers and mine.

I pulled away, ending the kissed and looked down to see the little girl had turned a dark shade of red. Harry looked curiously between me and the girl, “This is…”

“Bailey!” she squealed.

Harry looked back at me skeptically. “I told little Bailey that she could meet you because you’re a part of her favorite band,” I smiled at him sweetly. Bailey smiled and hugged my legs excitedly.

“Thank you!” she cried. Just then, another person broke through the crowd, looking worriedly from me to Bailey.

“Bailey! There you are!” She quickly bent down and swept Bailey away from hugging my legs and the little girl instantly began to wiggle from her mother’s grip.

“Mommy down! Mommy I want down!” She let go of her daughter and Bailey ran to Harry, embracing him tightly around the neck. His arms wrapped around her snuggly as the mother’s eyes went wide with shock. She quickly glanced from her daughter, to Harry, to me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize…”

“Harry’s in One Direction, Mommy! He’s my favorite!” Bailey’s mother smiled, her shoulder’s relaxing. "And this is his girlfriend, Hannah."

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognize you. You think that she’d be a bit young to have posters but…”

“I have One Direction room!” she piped up, releasing her grip on Harry, but still keeping an arm around his neck, her smile brighter than ever.

Her mother laughed, “Yes she does. Hey, it’s easy shopping for her though.” We all chuckled.

“Picture!” Bailey shouted. Harry smirked and raised his eyebrows. He swept Bailey off of the ground and put her on his hip. She giggled and squealed as her mother took out her camera with a sheepish, apologetic look. Harry just smiled as the mum counted backwards from three. At the last second, Harry leaned over and placed a heartwarming kiss on Bailey’s cheek. Her mother showed us the picture where we saw the look of excited surprise on the little girl’s face. After that, they walked away, thanking us for the picture. Harry smiled sweetly after them.

The smile slowly faded away, but the smirk stayed on his face as he sat back down with our food and began to eat. I looked at him, and although he looked happy, there was something else there too, but I couldn’t quite place it. There were bags under his eyes that I had really been too busy to notice, and he normally had a pretty fair complexion, but he almost seemed sickly. He still looked as great as he always had, but the slight differences that were there were things that I would probably only notice; maybe the guys had too.

“All I know is that this whole band thing is slowly going to kill you,” I chuckled jokingly.

“No,” he paused, looking up at me, “I think that that’s the kind of stuff that’s going to keep me going.” He gestured over towards Bailey, in her seat, gleaming at Harry from across the café. I smiled and continued to eat my breakfast.

Notes

Week end as sweetly as it started off? We will see ;D
And to everyone who had subscribed me... I think that after this book has been completed, I'm going to make a sequel to Last One Standing, and, with enough views and subscribers, possibly a triology. I'm sorry I'm not posting as much as I'd like too, but I've been terribly busy with school and we're getting closer and closer to summer in the U.S. YAY! Summer will come with a lot more updates!
xoxo Hannah <3