"Why?" Harry says.

Why what? Why was he acting like a jerk to me earlier? Or why did he beat up Niall? Harry can wipe that sad look of his face because I have no sympathy for him. Harry shakes his head walking past me and Niall towards his room door.

"Niall are you okay?" I ask looking down at his banged up face.

"I am now." He replies. He takes his hand and moves a piece of hair behind my ear. His blues eyes starring directly in mine. "Uh we should get you cleaned up." I clear my throat and offer to help him stand up.

"Yeah." He laughs scratching the back of his head. We walk back into his room, Niall holds his face in pain. Liam remains sitting on the couch still playing FIFA like he was when I left to see what all the yelling was about.

"So did you guys- woah what happened to your face?" Liam asks taking his eyes of his game.

"Harry hit him." I reply helping Niall sit next to Liam on the couch. I walk out the room to get a wet cloth from the bathroom.

"What! Again?" I hear Liam whisper. So wait Harry has hit Niall before? But why?

"Management isn't gonna like this. No no no this isn't right. Why can't you guys just-" Liam stops talking as I walk back into the room. He takes a seat back down on the couch. He must have stood up when I left the room.

"I'll help clean the blood off your face." I say to Niall. He nods and scoots over so I can sit next to him. I bring the wet towel to his bruising face.

He sucks a breath in when I go over the cut on his right eye from Harry's knuckle. Niall bites his lip trying to hide the pain. Again his blue eyes are caught starring into mine. I can't help but stare back at the fragile blond boy. His face comes closer to mine, it's to the point where I can feel his breath against my skin.

"Thank you." He says planting a kiss on my cheek. "No problem" I reply with a fake smile. I couldn't feel anymore awkward. How does he feel comfortable kissing my cheek in front of Liam. Then again Liam is to concentrated on his game to know his surroundings.

"I'm gonna go see if my clothes are dry." I say standing up. "Want me to come with you?" Niall asks standing to his feet as well. "No it's fine. But thanks for helping me tonight, you too Liam." I smile.

"It's fine really, Harry can be sort of an ass." Niall laughs nervously.

"He's not always an ass!" I find myself defending Harry, for what reason? I'm not too sure. Niall looks at me and slowly nods his head. "Sorry." I say putting my head down. "See you tomorrow." I exit the room in Niall's shirt and Liam's ugly boxers. I really got to stop wearing One Direction's clothing.

I walk through the lobby to get to the laundry room where I left my clothes to wash and dry. Thankfully, I pull my clothes out to find them all dry. "Damn." I say under my breath. The raspberry lemonade Niall accidentally spilt all over my white v-neck is still stained.

I pull Liam's ugly boxers down my body so they drop to the floor. I then pull Niall's shirt over my head so I'm left in the middle of the laundry room in my maroon laced bra and panties.

"You know you should really watch where you undress."

I turn around covering myself with Niall's shirt.

Harry stands in front of me leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. "I've seen it all before, no need to cover up." He says rolling his eyes moving past me to retrieve his laundry I assume. I put Niall's shirt back on along with my yoga pants.

"You scared me." I say under my breath. Harry takes a seat on top of a drier and stares at me. "Why are you in here?" I ask.

He looks down at his hands which rest on his lap. "I saw you leave his room and walk down here, I don't know why I wanted to follow you."

"Okay. Well I'll be going home now." I turn around to walk out the door. "Wait." I feel Harry's large hand around my arm. My breath hitches at his touch. "You forgot your shirt." He clears his throat handing me the stained v-neck. I disappointingly take my shirt from his hand. I guess I was expecting maybe an apology or something.

"Oh thanks.." I grab my shirt and leave.

"Why'd you do it Rion?" I hear as I reach the door handle to the lobby entrance.

There's Harry again looking at me with tears welt up in his eyes. He combs his hair back and takes a step closer.

"Why did you sleep with Niall?" He asks to my surprise.

"What?"

He shoots me a confused look. "Niall told me-"

I can't help but laugh in his face. "Please don't tell me Niall said we slept together." I continue to laugh. "Oh my gosh is that why you. Oh god you thought.. So you.," my eyes widen in realization. "This is all my fault.." I whisper.

Harry looks more confused than ever. "Come with me I'll explain." I grab Harry's hand without thinking I walk straight out of the hotel with Niall's shirt and my hand in Harry's. Girl's screams are heard along with camera flashes blinding my eyes. "Shit" Harry says pushing me back inside. "I'll call Ryan to bring the car out front."

We exit the hotel quickly getting inside the black escalade. "I didn't sleep with Niall." Is the first thing that falls out of my mouth. Harry looks at me up and down. "Please take that shirt off." He politely asks.

"Huh? Oh." I take Niall's shirt off and go to pull mine over my head. "You can explain later but first..." Harry rips my shirt out of my hand and pulls me up onto his lap.

He connects his lips with mine. The familiar taste of his mouth fills mine. "I'm sorry." I say between kisses. "For what." He responds breathless. "I was such a bitch earlier."

"And I was a douche." He replies smiling.

"Stay with me tonight Harry?" I ask taking his bottom lip in between mine.

"Thought you'd never ask."

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