Dreams vs. Reality

The next morning came sooner than I wanted it to, as I felt something shift and dip near me. I turn onto my stomach to find a comfy position and continue resting, when I realize that I was in a bed that was much comfier than usual. And cold.

My eyes slowly flutter open, squinting at the morning light peering through the window. I sit up to see that I am in an unfamiliar room, alone. Plopping back down, the scent of Harry fills my nostrils, reminding me what had happened the previous night. We visited his family… I’m at their house. I fell asleep in his arms.

A smile comes onto my face; I actually met them. The family of the Styles, or, Cox, or Twist… I don’t know, just Harry’s family. It’s them, in person. Turning to my back, I remember that I am still here alone, making me scrunch up my face.

“Where did Harry go…?” I mutter quietly to myself.

Sitting up once more I get out of his bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. When I got out of the bathroom I checked my phone for the time: 8:43 am. That’s probably the latest I’ve slept so far, usually the latest would have been around 7 ish.

I head out of Harry’s room and try to remember the way I had come, before letting the smell of breakfast guide me to the kitchen. There was Harry and Anne, cooking breakfast. When I walked in, Harry’s head swiftly turned to me, giving me a bright smile.

“Oh, you’re up. Good morning, love. Would you care for some bacon?” He asks, taking out the strips of cooked bacon and setting them on a plate.

“Yes please. I love me some bacon.” I happily answer, making them both chuckle at me.

“I didn’t think that you would wake up yet, or even find your way here. I was going to bring your breakfast up to our room.” Harry informs me as he finishes up with my plate.

“Sorry, the delicious smell got me here.” I tell him, as I take my place at the dining table and just admire Harry cook for the second time with his mother.

The occasional jokes, laughter, smiles, it just seems perfect… How can they look so happy? What is needed to be done to get a lifestyle like that? Live that way with my own parents... Did I do something wrong in mine? I was only a kid, I wouldn’t know any better. Maybe it was just meant to be that way. I can’t really do anything about it anyway. I can’t change what has been in the past. Even though sometimes I wish I could.

“Sweetheart!” I heard Harry say, before a snap of fingers fly in front of my face, jolting me out of my thoughts.

“What, what is it?” I ask, shaking my head furiously before focusing on him. His face was scrunched up in confusion and amusement.

“You still seem sleepy. Are you tired still? We can go back to bed if you want to sleep some more.” He asks me, setting my breakfast aside on the table. He gives himself room to leave his elbow on the table to talk to me as he sits.

“No, I’m alright. Just a little bit of thinking, that’s all.” I try to reassure him with a soft smile.

“Are you sure?” He studies me for a moment, before moving a stray hair behind my ear gently. I close my eyes at the feeling.

“Yeah.” I somewhat smile, opening my eyes to him.

I can tell Harry doesn’t believe me by the way his face hardens, but he gives in either way. Probably because his mom was watching us from the stove, and he wouldn’t want to look upset in front of her. I don’t either. His hand reaches for my plate of food and brings it back in front of me. He stands up and presses a kiss to my head.

“Don’t eat yet, I’m bringing this back upstairs. We are going to have breakfast in bed.” He tells me. I nod, keeping my hands on my lap.

He finishes his serving before telling his mom what we were going to do. When she gave him the nod of approval we went back upstairs to his room. He wouldn’t let me carry my food there, as it was still ‘hot’. He probably doesn’t want what happened last night to occur again. I can’t blame him. When we got inside he told me to get comfy before setting the tray of my food on my lap.

“Bon appetit, mademoiselle..” He says before getting up to get his own food. Hmm. French.

I pick up my fork and begin to dig into my breakfast, watching Harry with his back turned, noticing how his shoulder blades move smoothly as he picks up his food. I can’t help but smile at how he is. He is just perfect.

“Something wrong?” He smirks, snapping me back to reality as he dips the bed. I smile and shake my head.

“Everything is all good.”

He scoots closer to me, to the point where our trays were almost about to tip over at how close they were. We both caught them in time, thankfully. When Harry was settled right next to me, our trays return to our laps and continue to eat.

His arm would drape around my shoulders and pull me closer, to the point where my head was resting over his beating heart, soothing me. We continued to eat in silence, occasionally Harry would try to steal some of my food, and I would swat his hand away in a joking manner. This is the type of lifestyle I could go for, it is just bliss.

“Here, I’ll bring this back down.” Harry says when we finished eating as he takes my empty tray and plates, placing them on top of his.

“Thank you.” I thank him, not wanting to push it again and he nods happily before walking out of the room. Leaving me alone. Wait. I don’t want to be on my own… What if Gemma comes out of no where again? Just get up and follow him, idiot.

I did as my mind said and jumped out of the bed and rushed somewhat to the kitchen where Harry was washing the last glass.

“Well, well, well. The infamously beautiful Amber Hudson. It’s so nice to actually meet you.” A different voice says, catching me off guard. I turn to see a man standing behind me, smiling.

“Oh, honey I thought you were going to sleep a little longer. I was going to bring your breakfast to the room.” Anne says as she greets what I had assumed to be Robin. We shake hands and I make my way to the island near Harry. He looks at me and winks.

“Well I felt bad for not introducing myself yesterday night so I had to come and at least say hello.” He says after they share a quick kiss, making Harry vocally gag from where he stood, making me chuckle.

“Oh stop it Harry. I’m sure you have had your kisses with Amber already. As long as they aren’t out in public and intense they are fine to share.” Anne says as she sits at the table with Robin, stealing another kiss.

I almost choke on nothing as she thinks we had kissed, lips to lips… Not yet. From the corner of my eye I can see Harry turning his head slightly towards me, snickering to himself at my reaction. This must be amusing to him.

“Uh, actually Anne, we haven’t, really, kissed yet…” I mumble quietly, feeling my face getting warmer by the second. She looks between us with wide eyes, as Harry nods in conformation.

“Oh, my apologies... I thought you two had, kissed, already.”

“It’s fine, really.” I reassure her, and myself mentally.

“Umm… Did you sleep well?” She asks me, changing the subject deliberately before taking a sip of her what I had assumed to be tea. Not being stereotypical, I swear I thought she had taken out a tea bag before greeting Robin. I promise.

“I did, thank you.” I tell her after composing myself again.

“I hope Harry didn’t make you sleep on the floor. I know how much of a cuddler he can be, even if he doesn't admit it, and sometimes it can get too much.”

"Oh. No, he didn’t. We were able to share the bed. It was alright.” I assure her.

“Pshh. Alright… I wouldn’t say 'alright'.” I hear Harry mutter under his breath, joining the group. I eyed him and he just sent a wink my way, no doubt making my face go rosy pink. I fell asleep on Harry. It was comfortable. He was really comfortable.

“Harry…” I quietly scold him. I know we didn’t do anything, but I don’t want Anne to think that we did, and he is giving off signals as if we did. Which doesn't look good.

“Don’t worry about him. I know you didn’t do it, yet. Especially if you hadn’t kissed yet. I wouldn’t blame you. He is such a drama queen at times when it comes to sleeping. In fact, when Harry was just a young lad--” Harry quickly cuts in, cupping her mouth with his hand from behind, eyes wide.

“Mum…. No. I thought we talked about this. No. Stories.” Anne starts to chuckle as she removes her son’s hand, shaking her head.

“Oh Harry, it’s just one story. I promise it isn’t something too embarrassing. I don’t think I have told this one to Robin either, so either way I have to say it.” She tells Harry, but obviously he wasn’t bought.

Instead, he puts on a pouty face, dragging his bare feet against the hardwood floor as he takes his seat at the table. Plopping down, he slouches in his seat and motions for Anne to carry on, before resting his head in his hand, elbow on the table. It’s really hard to not laugh at how much of a child he is being right now. I look back at Anne who thought the same thing.

“Come sit, I won’t bite I promise.” She motions to the empty seat next to Harry and I gladly take take the seat. “Alright, when Harry was younger, he would always come home from school to hunting for me, and I would immediately know what he would want, he was looking f-”

“Oh God... Please, not this story…” Harry interrupts with groans, dropping his head onto the table. I place my hand over his head and run my fingers through his hair with a giggle.

“Is it story time already? What is the story of the day?” A voice says followed by a yawn. Gemma walks in with a happy smile. “Morning Amber!” She quickly adds as she stands beside her mom, awaiting for her answer. I give her a wave with my free hand, feeling eager to where this is going.

“Oh for fuck’s sake now she is here too... I’ll just go watch the telly in the living room. Let me know when you guys are done embarrassing me.” Harry says impatiently, getting up and leaving me with his family for the couch. Just grand.

“Language Harry!” She shouts after him. He justs waves it off before disappearing, not looking back. “Good morning Gem. I was just telling Amber about Harry and his beginnings of his cuddling years.” She tells her before facing me again, telling me her story of Harry at his toddler years, Gemma adding more as the memories came in.

I couldn’t control my fit of laughter, as I can’t help but picture a young Harry all of what they were describing to me. Dancing at school, singing on the counter top at home, it just seems like it was all made up, but it wasn’t, which was amazing. It felt nice to bond with them, as if I had a real family that doesn’t treat me like crap most of the time. I do love my sisters, but this is definitely a family to be in.

“I’m pretty sure the story would have been over by now. I’m hoping.” Harry says with a dull tone from behind me, joining us again. I almost forgot he was just in the other room.

“Sorry Harry, may have gotten a bit carried away with the story, got to include some other ones as well, I’m sure you won’t mind.” Anne says apologetically, somewhat. She gives me a small wink before looking back up at Harry, who wasn’t pleased.

“Alright, you guys had your fun. I’m taking her back now.” Harry states, without any argument as he quickly takes my hand.

“But I was about to pull out the photo album.” Anne pouts, which made Gemma pout. Harry frowns and looks to me. I do want to see them as well, so I pout with them. He turns to Robin, and he shrugs in agreement. He sighs heavily.

“I will show her just a photo. Just, one. ONE.” He tells them, holding up his index finger to prove his point as he takes me to his room without another word for anyone in his family to argue.

“Well that was a bit rude, don’t you think?” I inform him as he closes the door behind him.

“No, not really. We had compromised that they wouldn’t show or tell you anything. Yet there they go doing it anyway… Women…” He mutters at the end, making me roll my eyes.

“Why? What if I do want to see photos of you as a child?” I cross my arms and stick out my bottom lip slightly.

“Just look them up on the internet. You can find a few there.” He exhales, before plopping onto his bed and rolling around like a dog. “I wanna sleep some more.” He finds a position with his back to me.

“I mean the ones that I haven’t seen.” I say tiredly, getting on the bed from the opposite side of him and toppling him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his back. He hums at my action, making me smile.

“Isn’t that what usually happens when a girl goes to her boyfriend’s house for the first time?” I question, closing my eyes. Harry jolts up, scaring me as I get off of his back, afraid that I was squeezing him too tightly.

“What did you just say?” He suddenly asks, turning around and facing me with wide eyes, really starting to startle me.

“What, did I say?” I repeat the question, confused. He shakes his head and towers over me, pulling me up with him. Both of us are now sitting up, facing each other.

“Say what you said again. Please, if you may.” He smiles widely with eagerness.

“Umm… ‘What did’-” I start saying the last thing I said.

“Before that!” He quickly cuts me off, making me panic a bit.

“Uhh, ‘Isn’t that what usually happens when..." He nods, motioning me to continue. "Isn't that what usually happens when a girl goes to, her boyfriend’s… House…’” I slowed down as I looked up at him, his eyes gleaming. Oh. Oops.

“That’s probably the first time I heard you call me that.” He smiles widely, bouncing on the bed a bit like a child.

“That’s because that was the first… I’m s-”

“No, no no no. Don’t be sorry!” He quickly cuts me off, really energetic. “I’m really, really ecstatic that you said that. Really.”

“But, you get called that before me.” I somewhat mention, causing his smile to drop slightly for a moment.

“It didn’t really mean much from them. From you, it means everything. I’m actually doing something right, that’s what pleases me.”

“Oh, okay.” I say quietly, unsure what to do at this point. He must have sensed my lack of confidence, as he leaves a small kiss to my cheek before climbing off the bed, strutting happily to his closet.

“What are you doing?” I question him.

“Doing what usually happens when the girlfriend comes over for the first time.” He says. Even though he had his back to me I could tell that he was smirking by his use of the term ‘girlfriend’. Me, a girlfriend. His girlfriend. Wow. That sent a chill up my spine.

“And what’s that?” I joke, getting off the bed and joining him.

“To show her some baby photos.” He takes out an album with his name in cursive on the cover, a dark blue font with pictures of a baby surrounding the name.

“Awwww, is that you?” I poke at the pictures, seeing him smiling in some, sleeping and drooling in others.

“No, it’s Harry Potter.” He scoffs, before opening the album, flipping the pages rapidly, slowly walking back to the bed and taking a seat on the edge. I sit next to him and look at the passing images, not being able to fully see them.

“Hey, slow down, I can’t see them properly!” I try to get him to slow down by holding his wrist but he only chuckles at me, overpowering me with his strength.

“That’s because you don’t have to see those. I’m skipping to my toddler year. Ah, here we are.” He stops at a page where I would assume it was him and Gemma at a park. “This was my first time going to the local park, I fell and scraped up my elbow and knees that day. I don’t think I went back until the next year because I was terrified that it was going to happen again.” He tells me the background of the picture. His hair was all over the place, baby teeth were shown, noting that one of his top front teeth was missing. His dimples still as cute as they are today. We continue through his toddler years to his schooling years, stopping at middle school.

“This was at my first performance with the White Eskimos. I was sweating down to my balls that day.” He jokes, making us both chuckle. “I was a nervous wreck. But, once I got up there, I was perfectly fine.” He explains to me as I tilt my head to get a better view of him and a few other guys in the background. He does seem to be having the time of his life with that huge smile on his face.

“That’s pretty neat.” He looked so young still, it was crazy. We really do grow up quickly.

“Yeah, those were the days. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy what I do now, but they are the ones that really did help build who I am today, you know?” He says, still looking at the photo.

“Do you still talk to them?” I ask curiously.

“Only rarely. We are all busy nowadays, we don’t have much time for each other anymore. It kind of sounds depressing when you think about it. But you know, it’s life.” He shrugs, motioning me to take the picture. I take it and watch him go through another album, just casually going through the rest of the photos that captured moments of his past.

“Hey, I wanna see too you know!” I pout, trying to get a better look, but he only moves the album up over his head, where I can’t reach.

“Really…” I cross my arms, still pouting. He smiles and nods, before sticking his tongue out.

“Perks of being tall.” He tells me, before standing up and putting it back on the shelf in the closet, still out of my reach.

“Why can’t I see those?” I ask as he takes the photo in my grasp and places it on his bureau. He only shrugs.

“Maybe another time. I was only going to show you a few, anyway. While I still have my masculinity. ” He says, sitting back down on his bed and turning the TV on. Wow, moment over. “Come here.” He opens his arms out, waiting for me. I sigh and join him anyway, getting comfortable. “What do you want to do today?” He asks me. I shrug.

“I don’t know.” Something clicked in my head as I realized something. “Wait, shouldn’t we be heading back to the guys? Don’t you have to record today?” I ask him in return.

“Yeah, but you know I don’t ever really show up on time. I am just giving myself to you today, maybe I will go record tomorrow.” I sit up and look down at him in astonishment.

“You are joking, right?”

“What can I say, you are worth it.” He smiles, pretending to be a smarty as he tries to pull me back down, but I stay up.

“Not when there are millions, maybe billions of girls waiting to hear this music, that isn’t fair for them.” He groans and retreats his hands to himself.

“Fine, I will go back tomorrow. Today is for you though. I swear they know.” He crosses his heart with his left hand and raises his right hand in the air, acting as it was a solemn promise.

“Alright.. But if you are lying-”

“I won’t lie to you.” Immediately what had happened before ran through my mind, and he seemed to have guessed what was going on. He sits up and hugs me. “I won’t lie, or forget anything to you anymore. You have my word.” I feel his lips press a small kiss to my shoulder.

“I hope so.”

“So, how about we go out for a drive?” He asks. I don't see why not.

Notes

I think I have recovered enough to start writing again. Now with Zayn gone, joining Naughty Boy, El and Louis broken up, Louis already making a Label with Simon, aye maria. Zayn's hair shaven off.. TOO much for me to handle, man. Jesus guys what do you think you are all doing?? :(

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