I'm a bit of a romantic and a huge dreamer.
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“Ooooh!”
I woke up to a teasing chorus of voices. As I came to, I realised that Harry’s arms were wrapped around me and holding me close to his body. Then I saw Louis, Liam, Niall, Zayn, Danielle, and Eleanor standing in the door. The voices belonged to them.
“Shut up guys!” Harry exclaimed in a sleepy voice as he let go of me to throw a pillow at the group.
I sat up and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly noon.
Louis ran up and flopped on the end of the bed. As he lay by our feet he exclaimed, “Happy Saturday!” He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on hand, attempting a sexy pose. Lowering his voice, he asked, “So did you crazy kids have a good time last night?”

Harry sat up, holding his head in hands, and said, “Louis, nothing happened. She was cold.”
“Damn It!” Louis exclaimed. “I thought there’d be a good story here.”
“Well there isn’t, so you can all go on your way,” Harry retorted, still cradling his head in his hands.
Everyone left the room. Harry layed back down and let out a long, painful sigh. Last nights festivities had definitely taken their toll on him.
“Harry,” I asked with concern, “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah,” he mumbled. “This will be over soon. I’m mostly just tired. Trust me, I’ve done worse things to myself.”
I stood up and gathered my party clothes off the floor. “Okay, I’m going home. I’ll get these sweats back to you soon.”
“Don’t worry, take your time,” he replied with a smirk.
I smiled back. “Okay, bye.”
“Bye Moira.”
I walked out of his room and found my shoes. I slipped them on since they were y only option for footwear. It was quite the outfit.
Before I walked out the door, I heard Zayn’s voice. “Moira!” he exclaimed, trying to keep in some laughter, “That outfit is…um…interesting.”
“I know but it’s my only option besides putting on last nights outfit and looking like I’m taking the walk of shame,” I said, almost laughing too.
“You plan on walking home like that and not causing controversy?” he asked.
I was confused. “Um, yeah…why not?”
“Well,” Zayn explained, “You’re holding your dress, leaving Lou and Harry’s place, and you were seen with us last night. In that dress. Not to mention that the press has a lot of pictures of Harry in that hoodie. Fans will notice. They can be crazy.”
He was right. “So what am I supposed to do? Teleport?” I asked jokingly.
“Can you?!” Zayn asked excitedly. We both laughed. “I’ll just get you a ride,” he resolved. He took out his phone and made a call. Within seconds he was done. “It’ll be here soon.”
“Thanks,” I said, glad that I wouldn’t have to walk home like this.
In the past week I’d known the boys, we’d all become good friends. They all look out for me, but Zayn did so a little more. He always made sure I got home safely after going out. I was grateful for our friendship. He was great to sit and talk with too.
“Remember when you offered me that tour of London?” I asked Zayn.
A sweet smile crept across his face. “Yeah,” he responded with so much hope sparkling in his brown eyes.
“I’d like to take up the offer,” I said.
Zayn was about to say something back to me, but there was a knock at the door. He opened it. My escort was there. I followed the man to a car and turned back to wave goodbye. Zayn smiled and waved back.
Once I got home, I showered and got all cleaned up. I put Harry’s bracelet in a special drawer full of notes and sentiments from my friends. It would be safe there. I put on shorts and a tank top then slipped into Harry’s hoodie again. It was a little baggie but warm.
I stretched out on my couch with my laptop and decided to log into tumblr before I did some school work. I scrolled down my dash and saw lots and lots of 1D. Just a few weeks ago, this had been my only way of feeling like I had any contact with the boys. Now I could just call them up. It seemed so strange.
I saw an imagine about Harry. All the girls freaking out and wishing they could kiss him made me laugh. I actually had kissed him.
I shared my first kiss with Harry Styles.
I put my laptop on the coffee table and sat up. I thought about the previous night, and realised that I hadn’t been too impressed. I thought I was supposed to feel adrenaline rush through my body at the very least. There hadn’t been the fabled fireworks shooting across the backs of my eyelids. I was kind of let down. There was no real connection or electricity.
After reflecting for a few more seconds, I decided to do some laundry. As I pulled the overflowing hamper out of my closet and dumped it out to begin sorting, I heard my phone vibrating on my desk. I grabbed it, sitting in the middle of sweaty workout clothes and dirty underwear. I had a new text from Zayn:

“So how does tomorrow sound for your tour?”

I quickly responded:

“A Sunday stroll sounds great!”

Even though his first text had been sent almost an hour ago, he quickly replied:

“Awesome! See ya then!”

I smiled and put my phone off to the side.