When I wake I surprisingly have no hangover, but I am cured up at the bottom of my bed. I rub my eyes, tying to adjust to the light before correcting my position. I am shocked by what I see, as I find Harry in nothing but boxers sprawled out across the bed. How did I end up in his bed?

My memory is fuzzy and it takes a few minutes for my brain to catch up enough for me to remember what had happened. Oh Jesus Christ. Harry had to undress and re-dress me.

'Why are you staring at me?' Harry suddenly groans, lifting his head and looking at me with one eye open. 'And why are you awake this early?'

'I just woke up curled up at the bottom of your bed' I whisper, too early for noise. 'I was about to move and get into my bed.'

'Nahh its fine, I will move' Harry says rolling to one side of his bed, patting the other indicating for me to join him.

'You know I have my own bed right?' I laugh as I throw myself down next to him, pulling the duvet over my cold body. We had slept with the windows open and I hadn't had anything over me all night.

'Yeah but you are already in mine so you may as well stay' Harry whispered. 'Besides, I like having someone in the bed with me. It's been a while.'

***

When I wake again a few hours later, Harry is sat scrolling through his phone.

'Why didn't you wake me up?' I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and sitting up against the headboard.

'You look cute when you sleep, besides, everyone else is still out for the count' he laughed as he put his phone down on the bedside table. 'How you feeling?'

'Fresh as a daisy. I am not sure why but the hangover gods seem to have blessed me! You?'

'Same. I thought I was going to want to die today if I am honest.'

We take it in turns to shower and dress before heading downstairs and setting the table for breakfast. It doesn't take much prepping as there are bowls of fruit salad in the fridge and pastries in the cupboard. We put them all in the centre of the table along with a few jugs of orange juice, then go and sit in the garden with a coffee whilst we wait for the others to wake up.

'Any plans for today?' Harry asks as we sit on a bench on the patio.

'Nope, just relaxing! You?'

'Nope. The other lads were talking about going out for the day but I really can't be arsed' he said as he took a sip of his coffee.

'Oh god no. Well if they all decide to go I will stay here with you' I say as I put my now empty mug down on the table. 'I am sure we can find something to do here - it's massive.'

It doesn't take long for everyone else to wake-up, so we head back in and join them all at the dining table for breakfast.

'I keep meaning to ask, how much do we owe you for the holiday Jess?' Simon asks, picking up a croissant.

'Nothing - its my treat' I reply as I spoon fruit into my bowl.

'No you can't do that! It must have cost a fortune!' George exclaims, dropping his fork to stare at me.

'I can, and I have. It's my treat. You have all helped me incredibly with my business, and this is my thank you.'

Everyone realises that they won't win this argument and begin to thank me. It is soon forgotten and talk turns to our plans for the day. Simon, Ethan, James, George, Alex and Will decide that they are going to take a trip into town to go shopping, whilst Harry and I decide to stay back at the Villa and relax. We are on holiday after all.

Once the boys have jumped into their taxis Harry and I change into our swimwear, grab bottles of water and head out to the sun loungers.