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Last One Standing

Chapter Twenty Three

As my senses came to life, I kept my eyes closed. I was still tucked tight between the comforter and Harry, feeling his body warm mine, skin against skin. Then, I felt the bed shifting under us, but it wasn’t Harry moving; I could still feel his deep, steady breathing as it tickled down my neck. I breathed in and I could feel the smell of him filling my nose. Feeling the bed move again, I sighed and my eyes peeled open.

“Good!” I practically jumped out of my skin. “You’re awake!” I glared at Louis who was inches away from my face. I realized that Harry and I had ended up so close as to share his side of the bed, so Louis crawled in on my side.

“Louis, what time is it?”

“It’s eight in the morning.” Despite my serious look, Louis kept a smile spread across his face, and his energy overpowered mine as I grinned at his childlike behavior.

“Happy Birthday, Lou,” he smiled brighter back at me as I removed my arms from the covers to hug him. He hugged me, but his smile quickly turned to confusion as he notice my lack of wardrobe.

Harry’s grip tightened around my waist. “Lou, give us like five more minutes,” he groaned. Louis tried to cover his shocked expression with a different emotion.

“Fine you damn sleepy heads,” he said sarcastically. “Waste my birthday in bed, thanks a lot.” He jumped up, rocking the bed once again and he stalked out of the room.

Harry’s head nuzzled deeper into my neck and he smiled as he noticed the chills running down my spine. His warm skin on mine slightly threw me. It wasn’t normally that we both slept nearly naked. I wasn’t apposed to sleeping this way; I was just apposed to how people normally got here. Wait… Yesterday was my birthday. Now I’m half naked, and Louis saw me this way. Shit.

“Harry?” He mumbled unintelligently into my neck, sending tingles through my body. “Louis just saw us lying half naked together.” In response, he pulled the covers tighter around me. “So you’re not worried about them getting the wrong idea?”

“I just don’t want anyone else seeing you naked.” I smiled at his possessiveness and was just about to get comfy in his arms when he shifted and got up. “I’m gonna go for a shower, we have an interview today.” I turned over to watch him walk out of the room, assuming that he would be taking a cold shower based on the bulge in his boxers.

Once he was gone, I turned over and pushed my face into the down filled pillow. I inhaled deeply, letting him take over my senses, even if he wasn’t around. I sprawled out across the bed and let my joints loosen as I heard more voices coming from outside of our room. Eventually I got up and grabbed one of Harry’s t shirts that had been crumpled in the corner of the room. It was big and was long enough to cover my bum. It smelled like him too. There wasn’t one thing in this house that wouldn’t remind me of him if he wasn’t here. I looked in his full length and tied my hair in a messy bun before I walked out into the living room.

“Congratulations Hannah!” Louis called out to me.

“What’d I win?” I joked, after I yawned and stretched my arms over my head.

“Well, Harry went for a shower, so that makes you and El the women of the house.”

“What’s your point?”

“Well,” he paused, carefully pondering his response, “Eleanor is keeping me company on my birthday, and your man ditched his bird for a shower.” I looked at him, confused by where he was going with this. He sighed and rolled his eyes, continuing, “Cooking is women’s work and Dani isn’t here.” My jaw dropped as I stared at him in disbelief. El smacked his arm and he pretended to be unfazed, only making a small pouting face.

“You’re supposed to be my friend.” I crossed my arms and tapped my foot on the floor. “Sucks for you, because you’ve insulted me and now you’ll never eat.” A false sense of despair came over his face.

“No, Hannah… You know I didn’t mean it.” He bounded across the room and put his arm around me. I looked at El, letting a smile creep over my face. Wiggling out from under Louis’ arm, El and I started walking towards the kitchen; I stopped her.

“I’ve got it.” She smiled at me thankfully. I began walking again, but stopped in the door way. “Plus, now no one can be witness to me spitting in his food.” I laughed and Louis whined from behind me. Turning on the stove, ready to make pancakes, I heard someone walk into the kitchen behind me. “Really El, it’s…”

“It’s not Eleanor.” A sweet Irish accent floated through the air and I turned around, leaning against the counter.

“What’s up, Ni?” I smiled and walked over to the fridge, removing the ingredients that I needed.

“Not much…” If it were any other time, I wouldn’t have thought twice about Niall not talking too much, but he wouldn’t have followed me into the kitchen to watch me bake.

“No, for real.” I leaned against the counter and he wouldn’t look me in the eyes. “Niall, what’s going on?” He sighed and looked at me.

“Well…” he paused. He seemed like he was gaining the courage to come out and say it. “Louis told us that he saw you two naked this morning.” Niall looked down at my bare legs and then away from me all together. I smiled and rolled my eyes, shifting so that I was sitting on the counter. “I just didn’t think that you two would be moving so…”

“Niall,” I interrupted, “we’re not moving that fast.” He looked at me confused. “We stayed up for quite a while after everyone left last night, but it wasn’t because we were having sex. We all know that I’m saving that.” His eyes darted away from mine once again. “It was late and we just wanted to get to sleep. I figure that he needs a little more of that.” He looked back at me and I couldn’t quite pick out the emotion in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” His voice acted quizzical, but I felt like he knew what I was talking about.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged my shoulders, “it just seems like he’s been on edge. I mean, there are some times when he’s totally relaxed, but there are other times when I can feel the tension in the room, so I’m sure that he can too.” I looked Niall straight in the eyes, and I figured that now was as good a time to ask as any. “Have you noticed the bags under Harry’s eyes? He just looks a little… I don’t know, run down.” Niall started twiddling his thumbs and he looked down at them, looking like he was concentrating on what to say.

“I don’t think he’s been sleeping very easy.” I frowned slightly and pondered what was being said to me. Slowly, I turned around began putting all of the pancake ingredients in a big bowl. I suddenly felt hands wrapping around my waist, not seductively, but wrapping around me none the less. After I jumped slightly, I turned around and pulled my arms around Niall’s neck. His hugs were always warm and I felt the heat spread throughout my body, but I didn’t tingle the way that I did when Harry got a hold of me.

“What’s this for?” He nuzzled his face further into my neck.

“I just don’t think that I’ve gotten the chance to tell you that I’m glad you’re back yet.”

“And?”

“And this is me telling you that I’m happy that you’re here.” I smiled at Niall’s gesture and tousled his blond hair slightly before he released me and I turned around to keep up with breakfast. He turned around and grabbed a frying pan out of a cabinet and retrieved the bacon from the fridge, turning another section of the stove to high. We cooked in silence until another set of long fingers grabbed my hips and forcefully pulled me back to him. He pulled my shirt further over my bum and I could feel his wet hair dripping on my shoulder. It sent chills down my spine as I turned for a second to kiss him.

“You might want to put on a few more clothes.” He tugged my tee shirt down again and I swatted Harry’s hands away.

“Gosh, it’s your shirt anyways!” I smiled as his hands ran up my sides.

“And now it smells like you,” he said, inhaling the fabric on my shoulder, “thanks for that.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love the perfume that I wear.”

“How could I decide? You wear a different one every day.” I giggled and he walked over to grab a piece of bacon off of Ni’s pan. He blew on it a little bit before taking a bite.

“Can you tell everyone that breakfast will be ready in fifteen?”

“I’ll do it,” Niall volunteered, probably trying to get out of the room to give us some privacy. Once Ni was out of the room, Harry was pulling me to him, hard against his still bare chest. Looking at him, his towel sat low on his hips… and it was magnificent. He cupped my face with one hand, letting the other go to my waist. He took a step forward, successfully pinning me to the counter with his hips. His hand that was on my face slid down my neck and on the outside of my breast and down my side. My breath hitched and he took advantage, invading my mouth with his tongue, not that I cared. He sucked on my bottom lip and a soft moan escaped my mouth.

Stepping back slightly, not breaking our kiss, Harry picked me up easily and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He set me on the counter, and I yelped, pushing him away and jumping off of the counter. Harry looked at me, shocked and confused. I turned around to show him that he had set me too close to the burner on the stove and I now had a curved burn just below my bum where the burner had hit me. I twisted trying to see, and then I looked up at Harry who was frozen in his tracks; a look of horror on his face.

“Oh my god, Hannah, I’m so sorry.” There were no worries and the pain was already subsiding. He slowly stepped backwards and I quickly stepped forward to grab his arm.

“Baby, it’s okay! Really! It’s not even that bad.”

But I just… I just. I burned you for God’s sake.” He looked everywhere except for in my eyes. Was he expecting me to scorn him for being affectionate?

About that time, everyone started piling into the kitchen, hearing my momentary outburst. Harry pulled out of my grip and stood there, immobile.

“That’s what you get for trying to have sex in our kitchen,” Louis teased. In turn, El smacked him and he left the room with her. Niall went to go get bandages and aloe while the other two took the total advantage to stare at my ass. When Ni returned, he tried handing the box to Harry, who stood, staring at the mark on my bare skin. The dark circles under his eyes could clearly be seen at this moment. Shrugging his shoulders, Niall knelt down next to my legs, opening the box, prepared to do it himself when Harry finally snapped out of it.

“I’ll do it Ni.” Niall stopped and looked back at Harry, standing up, looking slightly relieved and handed Harry the supplies. I stood, clenching the counter as Harry’s fingers touched my skin, cooled down by the aloe. He pulled away and turned around, still on one knee. “I can take care of this you guys,” I got the hint, but I don’t think that anyone else did, “alone,” he continued. Everyone left the room and let Harry go back to what he was doing. He took a deep breath before pressing the cold substance to my injury, if you could even call it that.

When the aloe was completely covering it, Harry took a bandage out of the box and carefully placed it over the burn. I turned to him as he began standing up. There were tears in his eyes. “I didn’t want Niall touching you;” he tried to keep his guilt off of the subject. I grabbed his chin and pulled his emerald orbs up to meet mine that changed colors daily. A tear ran down his cheek and I pressed my lips to his. I felt his face pinch and I pulled away to see a look of self disgust on his face. “How can you kiss me after what I just did to you?”


“How can you be blaming yourself for this?” I smiled and looked into his eyes. I hugged him, but he didn’t respond, standing there, tense as could be. I just nestled my face further into his neck, kissing his collar bone and up his neck. He shifted oddly,

“You should be furious with me because I just hurt you.”

“It was an accident Harry.” I kissed his lips for him to be unresponsive once again.

“I know but still. I hurt you.”

“You know what’s hurting me more?” I was growing frustrated. “The fact that I’m trying to get you to just hold me and you won’t because you think that you hurt me. It happened, it’s over, and now, I just want someone to kiss me and make me feel better.” Turning around, I started the water, ready to wash my hands for breakfast. Just before my hands touched the water, I was yanked back to face him and his lips crashed into mine, before hugging me tightly overtop of my arms, pinning me to him; I wrapped my hands around his waist and locked my fingers behind his back. My head rested on his chest and I sighed in relief that he wanted to make me feel better.

Notes

Let me know what you guys are thinking right now... Are things changing? Let me know if it sucks because it kind of comes across that way when I don't get any feedback. Why is Harry so restless? Comment, rate, subscribe... Oh, and tell your friends haha
xoxo Hannah <3

Comments

so in love with this one !!! update soon!!!

@HannahBanana16
nope, sorry I'm terrible at that hahahahahah! I like the title already, do you know when you're going to update?

@abear44

any ideas on what my new title should be?

I'M SO OBSESSED PLEASE UPDATE SOON!!!! <3333

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