Chapter 12

                                    

                                          
  Emily's POV.
                          
  When we finally arrived home all of the boys were a bit drunk. Well, Niall couldn't even walk properly. The girls and I were fine and so was Liam.
                          
  "Hey Em, Since Perrie is here she is gonna stay with Zayn, but Zayn's air conditioning got ruined last night. Is it okay if you move with Harry ?" Liam asked. 
                          
  "Yeah, I'll just take my bag from my room." I said holding Harry's arm tightly preventing him to fall. 
                          
  "We are gonna have fun tonight babe!" Harry said taking his shirt off. Making all of the boys and girls laugh.
                          
  "Harry put your shirt back on! Gosh! You'll never drink anymore!" I said blushing.
                          
  "I don't care if you say we won't have fun but we will! I a-" He would keep on going but he tripped and fell.
                          
  "No mate, I don't think you are getting laid" Niall said holding on to Liam's arm. You could barley understand what he was saying.
                          
  "Goodnight guys!" I said seeing all of the girls go in their room's with their drunken boys except for Liam, he took niall to his room and Danielle went with him.
                          
  "Common Harry" I said holding his arm and my suitcase with my other hand. As soon as we made it to the room Harry sat on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. His fingeres where making a weird dance because he couldn't fin the buttons so I laughed.
                          
  "Don't laugh, That's rude!" He said pouting. 
                          
  "Here I'll help you" I said holding his hand and helping him stand up from the bed. As I unbuttoned each of his shirt buttons I could feel his heavy breath hitting my forehead and his hands were surrounding my hips, It was an awkward but cute moment.
                          
  "There you go" I said putting my hand on his bare chest for him to sit back in bed and let loose of my hips, but instead he manged to stay on his feet and move his arms up to hold my waist.
                          
  "You look beautiful tonight" He whispered. His wave of alchoholic breath would have normally bothered but it didn't. He hold my face and pulled me close to him. I tensed up.
                          
  His lips so sweet and warm. Tasting like scotch but somehow sweet scotch, I simply loved the way he kissed me. Both of his hands were now playing with my hair making the kiss go more passionate. He grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled me over him making my legs hug his waist. I pulled my hills off with the tip of my feet letting them hit the ground. I ran my fingers through the back of his hair and he slowly laid me down in bed having him over me. With my legs still locked around his waist. He pulled his shirt off and that was the moment I realized what was happening.
                          
  No this can't happen. His drunk, and, No just no. Not now.
                          
  He pressed his perfect warm lips on my neck and went down to my shoulders giving me shivers all over my arm.
                          
  "Harry, Harry. Stop" I mumbled.
                          
  "Did I hurt you?" He asked trying to make his voice sound as sober as possible, but it didn't came up as sober at all.
                          
  "I-I-" I stammered. He pulled his body up with his arms but didn't get off me yet, I haven't unwrapped my legs from his waist yet either.
                          
  "What" He whispered.
                          
  I ran my thumb along his lips feeling the softness of them. "I love you" I muttered.
                          
  "I love you too" He said letting his body softly fall over my body now. He started kissing my neck again, but it still felt wrong.
                          
  "Harry. Wait" I mumbled.
                          
  "Whats going on?" He asked softly runing his hand along my cheek bone.
                          
  "You are drunk" I finally muttered.
                          
  "Sorry" He muttered as I finally un wrapped my legs from his waist. He laid down beside me on bed but didn't close his eyes.
                          
  "Where are you going?" He asked loudly when I walked away from the bed.
                          
  "Harry! Shhh!! You are gonna wake them up! I'm gonna take this dress off to put my pajamas on." I said. He leaned his head back on the pillow.
                          
  When I came out of the bathroom I saw Harry sleeping on the bed without the covers over him. He had taken his clothes off but left his boxers on, Thank god he didn't forgot to let them on tonight. I walked to his side of the bed and cover him with the blanket. He didn't move, He did nothing, He was sound asleep. I got in bed and cuddled up with him. I laid my head on his chest listening to his heart beat and his chest lifting up and down from his snorring.
                          
  I did nothing but smile. What is going on with me?
                          
  "So? Love is real?" I whispered to myself. Sweet, Inocent love.
                          
  I looked up at him and saw how beautiful he sleeps. He always does and I love that. I couldn't take it so I softly uncuddled and looked for my camara on my bag. I took a picture of him sleeping. The picture ended up perfect. You could see his lips showing up so bright on the screen, so perfect. His arm muscles so manly. And his curly hair made up a mess. It was a beautiful picture.
                          
  I laid back in bed and made myself cuddle up with him and go back to the same position I was before, Listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest going up and down because of his snorring.