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Hiding. Part 76b

“Peer pressure and worrying about giving in to them and it.”

"What do they want you to do?"

“Drugs.”

"Are you tempted to try them?"

He shrugged, “Maybe a little bit but...”

"But what?" She prompted.

“Drugs won’t stop how I feel. It’ll only numb it and then... Well, I’ll be in the same situation.”

"I'd not expect to hear something that profound from someone so young." She replied, impressed.

“I’m quite mature. Sure I do stupid things sometimes but...” He shrugged and went into his pocket. It was the number from earlier that he’d kept in his cigarette box.

She waited to see if he'd continue.

“Can I give you this?” He asked suddenly unsure.

"What is it?"

“The number I can get drugs if I want it. I... I don’t want it around me, in case I’m tempted.”

"OK. What do you want me to do with it?"

“Bin it, shred it.” He shrugged, “Burn it. Whatever.”

"OK. Are you sure you don't want to do that instead?"

“No thanks.”

"Ok." She took the paper from him and ripped it into several pieces. "How do you feel now?"

“Better. It’s gone.”

She nodded, allowing him a few moments to gather his thoughts.

Peter watched the therapist carefully, biting his lower lip as he collected his thoughts.

"Do you think your worries are connected to each other?"

“I think so.”

"How are finding being at college?"

“It’s alright. It’s tough but it’s good. I have friends.”

"Including the friend who gave you this?" She asked, pointing to the ripped up paper on the table.

“He’s not really a mate. Just a mate of a mate, sort of thing.” He shrugged.

"Ah."

“Some of my friends do drugs. I... I don’t judge because well, I drink.” He smiled sadly, “I’ve also taken drugs in the past.”

"I see you also smoke..." She added.

He nodded. “Been smoking since I was fourteen.”

"How do your parents feel about that?"

“They don’t like it. Dad’s a bit more chilled than my mum is though.”

"Why do you think that is?"

“Mum’s a worrier. Dad’s just... chilled.” He shrugged, “Dad treats me more grown up than I am sometimes.”

"Do you like that he does that?"

“No.”

"Why not?"

“Because I’m a kid and I still need my mum and dad's support sometimes.”

"Do you feel they don't support you enough?"

“Mum does.”

"What do you feel your dad could do to support you more?"

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “When my dad found out I was having underage sex, he was so laid back about it.”

"Would you rather he had flipped out and started yelling?"

“No but...” He sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t like it when he shouts. I don’t like it when my parents argue either.”

"Most kids don't like their parents arguing..." She began, sensing there may be more to it than that.

“I’m always scared he’ll start hitting her.”

"Why would you think he'd do that?"

“Because that’s what Andrew did to her.”

"Who is Andrew?"

“Jake’s dad. I grew up thinking he was mine for a while but he’s not.”

"And he hit your mum?"

“Yeah. And me sometimes.”

"I see. And how does that make you feel?"

"How does what make me feel?"

"That your mother's partner hit you."

“I got over it.” He replied. “But it makes me angry sometimes. And I’m always worried my dad will hit my mum. He wouldn’t. I know he wouldn’t. I mean, he has but��“ He blushed bright red.

"You've lost me..." She confessed.

“I went to the toilet one night, I heard... things.” He blushed again and couldn’t meet the therapist's gaze.

"Ah. I presume these 'things' were coming from your parents' bedroom?"

“Uh huh.” He groaned. “Some people might find it cute that my parents are clearly so into each other after so long. But they’re not the ones who have to listen to it.”

"Have you mentioned this to your parents?"

“And say what..? Do you mind keeping the noise down or investing in sound proof walls?”

"I'd maybe phrase it a little differently..."

“I like to just stick my headphones in.”

"I'm sure you parents would want to know if something they were doing was upsetting you."

“It doesn’t upset me. Just...” He sighed.

"Makes you uncomfortable?"

“Yeah.”

"That's quite normal at your age." She attempted to reassure him.

“Yeah I don’t think many people are comfortable at hearing their parents shagging, no matter their age.” He replied.

"Indeed." She laughed lightly.

“When I was growing up with Andrew around, he treated my mum like shit. And sometimes I expect my dad to. But he doesn’t...”

"Your early experiences colour your expectations."

“Hmm.” He smiled sadly, “My dad hates anyone saying anything bad about my mum. I remember one time I called my mum a slag and let’s just say, it didn’t go down well with my dad.”

"Tell me more about that incident..." She encouraged gently.

“It was a silly argument a few years ago. I was trying to get Sarah pregnant.” Peter replied, “My parents found out and kicked off as you can imagine.”

"Why were you trying to do that? And how does that tie into the argument with your dad over your language towards your mum?" She was trying to fit all the pieces together.

“Basically... Sarah’s parents stopped us been together after we ran away in the middle of the night and I got drunk. If I got her pregnant, her parents would have to let us be together. I was planning on having sex with her but my mum stormed in and in retaliation, I said just because my mum had shagged half of her year by my age it didn't mean I was the same. It didn’t go down very well with my dad because I called her a slut and me and my dad fell out.” He shrugged.

"Yeh, I can see how that wouldn't make your dad very happy. Was your mum there at the time?"

“No she was in her bedroom.”

"I take it you and Sarah changed your minds about having a baby?"

“Yeah. Dad said it would be a bad idea and that she could die. We had a scare and we both realised we weren’t ready. Still aren’t ready.”

"Is that partially why you fear your mum will die? Because of what your dad said?"

“Because I called my mum a slag?” He shook his head, “My parents relationship is a weird one. I’m worried that if she dies, dad wouldn’t cope.”

"From what you've told me in the past he sounds like a pretty capable man."

“He’s an amazing dad.” Peter smiled shyly.

"Yet you don't think he'd cope by himself?"

“No. Because there’s something really weird about his and mum’s relationship.”

"Weird?"

“Yeah weird.” He replied.

"Care to elaborate?"

“I can’t describe it. But they seem to fall apart without the other.”

"That sounds like a very deep emotional connection to me. That's rare and I'd say pretty special." She smiled softly.

“Yeah it is special.” He smiled. “Dad taught me the right way to treat women.”

"That's good. Some men never learn that."

“I want to be like my dad.”

"Despite his faults and foibles?"

He nodded.

"You talk a lot about your dad, tell me about your mum."

“My mum is amazing. Stubborn and annoying sometimes but amazing.”

"What makes her annoying?" She laughed.

“She never listens. Always likes to be right. I don’t know how dad puts up with her to be honest.”

"I'd say it seems to run in the family..." She smiled.

“You think?”

"You seem a family of pretty stubborn individuals."

“Tilly, my younger sister, she’s the spit of my mum. In both looks and attitude.” He replied and nodded, “Yeah I think you’re right on that.”

"That sounds like it'll get even more interesting in your house in a few years time!"

“Good luck to dad.” He smiled, “He'll need it.”

"You're not planning to stick around for moral support?"

“I’ll be at Uni hopefully and then obviously working. Or further studying.”

"Its good that you've got plans."

“I’m not sure what I want to do yet.”

"You've still got plenty of time." She paused. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss in our remaining time?"

“No, I don’t think so. I’d like to come again though, if that’s ok?”

"Of course. Shall we finish there then?"

“Yes please. Thank you.”

"I'll see you again next week?"

“Same day and time?”

She flicked through her appointment book. "Yes, that's perfect, just book it in with reception."

“Thank you.” He smiled and stood up.

"Take care and I'll see you next week."

Peter left and waited for his mum outside, once he’d made an appointment for next week.

A short while later she pulled up in the carpark. She was curious what Peter wanted to talk to her about.

He got in the car and smiled at his mum. “Hi.”

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Napule Nights - sedici

I cannot even begin to express how happy I am that I got so many votes for NN, it means the absolute world! Also, Elana had to brianstorm this chapter with me exstensively so thank you, babe x

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Hour after hour and with each one that passed, Jade grew more sure that maybe with his threat Turner hadn't meant a particular action, but rather the lack of reaction. Despite him not having followed through on his impulsive threats after she'd disobeyed or disappointed him before, she had maybe now taken it too far, pushed him to finally deliver. And she dreaded to think that out of everything that she could have done, this was what had literally brought her to her knees.

And then, she was put out of her misery by a firm knock on the door. “Yeh're goin' to teh the club. Turner's orders.”

She knew better than to argue with Cook, better than to even look at him as she followed him up to the doors through the labyrinth the corridors still were to her – although she felt like she was beginning to figure it out – keeping her eyes straight, focused on something else entirely on her head. She was particularly pleased with how she looked, so much so that Cook not looking at her once had her completely unfazed, she knew she looked good, her body clad in a structured corset type dress, a hard black bodice fabric, paired with a pair of shiny black heels and she knew no matter if she'd see Turner or not, she'd feel confident doing whatever he wanted her to.

The fact that they didn't stop at Turner's office, nor did Cook give her any instructions passed on from him had her hoping that she would actually see him, be reassured that he hadn't just decided to cut her off completely but rather actually wanted to see her.

But as soon as she stepped outside, the darkness of the night a contrast to the dreadfully lit up halls at the headquarters, she grew painfully aware of something else. There was now a target on her back if she had understood everything correctly and she stayed closer to Cook than necessary, the beat of her heart increasing. She hadn't realised just how worried she'd be once Mancini would be out of the headquarters and she'd set foot outside, despite having known it was going to happen sooner or later. It wasn't like she didn't feel safe, but she definitely craved more to be on Turner's good side, knowing it would be an advantage when it came to how well-protected she'd feel and when Cook walked her to the door, she noticed the shift in his demeanor as well, he was more on guard, more careful, more aware of who he was protecting.

Once they stepped into the club, he blended in the background and Jade spotted Turner at the bar with Miles, the latter energetic as ever, calling for the barman to pour a round of shots as soon as he caught Jade's eyes. “Bicchierinos!”

Turner followed Miles' gaze, his jaw clenching and Jade observed the hard swallow that made his skin stretch below his chin, his neck tense, his features unchanged. “Jade.”

She gave a subtle smile when she reached them, surprised when Miles looped his arm around her and gave her a quick kiss on each cheek. “Mmm, bella! Buonasera!”

“Calmati, Miles.”

Jade's eyes went from Miles to Turner when she heard the deep drawl of his voice, effortless, almost annoyed. “At least someone's excited to see me” she shrugged, placing a kiss on Miles' cheek before winding out of his embrace to sit down on the high bar stool left empty between them. “Were you waiting for me?” She scolded herself before the question had even left her mouth halfway. This was no way to get on Turner's good side, especially not after what she'd dared to do lately.

“Called you 'ere, didn't 'e?” Miles smirked, his eyes glued to the liquor pouring into the series of shot glasses, picking up the first one to be filled, raising it into the air and nodding for Jade to pick one up as well, Turner doing so at the same time.

“Teh cuttin' off false allies” Turner stated, downing the contents of the glass, shifting to the side to rest his elbow on top of the bar, leaning back slightly to look at the other two. “Light meh a smoke, will yeh?”

Jade swallowed, the liquor burning down her throat deliciously and she placed the glass down quickly, grabbing the pack in front of her and fishing out a cigarette to place between Turner's lips when he parted them slightly before trapping it between them, watching her flick open the lighter, the flame dancing until she directed it towards the end of the cigarette, relaxing visibly once it was lit and he sat straighter to take a drag, blowing it to the side.

Her gaze wandered from his heavily-jeweled fingers to his face to distract herself, the image of his hand colliding with her skin replaced by that of his dark eyes when he'd looked right back at her just before having bent her over his desk, it was too similar and she tried her hardest to hold his gaze, but to no avail. He won this one, well-aware of what he was doing. Their every encounter he used to toy with her, used every word he uttered, every move he made to his advantage, each strategically selected to torture her.

He was wearing a sheer blue suit, a light yellow shirt underneath which looked soft and rather comfortable, the suit on the other hand was well-fitted, tight in all the places he wanted to draw attention to and he did, she couldn't take her eyes off him for a moment before Miles snapped her out of it again.

“I 'eard you and Nick did a good job, eh?”

Jade smiled at him, nodding, watching Turner from the corner of her eye nonetheless. “If I may say so myself” she said confidently, flicking her hair back.

She waited, tensed.

He didn't disagree.

“Come on, bella” Miles chirped, another shot glass in each hand, holding one out to her.

She shook her head, couldn't stop herself from grimacing. As much as she could enjoy drinking, she wasn't going to lose control in front of Turner, especially not on some cheap shots. There was much better alcohol behind the bar, her eyes wandering along the wall behind the bartender, beautiful bottles of tequila lining the walls, old scotches and strong vodkas.

“Wha'?” Turner asked sharply, ever-observant, his tone challenging, almost mocking. “Not yehr fing?”

Jade raised her eyebrows at him, despite all her vows to herself to protect herself by not daring going too far with him, she wasn't going to let him walk all over her again. “Not really, to be honest.”

His expression was indecipherable, his eyes dark, inquisitive, watchful. It sent shivers down her spine. “Pick summat.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Prego?”

His eyes remained locked with hers as he gave a slight tilt of his head towards the bar, the shelf she'd just been eyeing. “Wha' would yeh like teh drink, pupa?”

Jade's heart leaped, her first instinct being that he was just playing with her, even at the bar she had worked behind for a while those bottles were merely a symbol of status, never to be used unless the owner showed up, only at his request, collecting dust that was always to be swept off. He wanted to test her, wanted to mock her somehow.

Alex watched her closely, her eyes breaking their connection with his, dancing repeatedly to a few bottles of cognac. He gave a snap of his fingers, gaining the bartender's undivided attention in an instant. “Weh'll 'ave the 'ennesseh.”

Her eyes widened, instantly on him again. He wasn't playing with her and as relieved as she was, she was surprised tenfold, more tense than if she'd predicted correctly and she watched the bartender draw the bottle from the shelf, the swift movement had her worried he would break it  but within a few seconds, a crystal glass filled with the outrageously high-cost spirit stood in front of her on the bar top. And she still wasn't sure if he was serious, scavenging his eyes for something to hold on too but she ended up empty-handed as always.

He picked up his own glass, tipping it slightly in opposite directions, watching the liquor dance in the glass balanced between his long fingers, one of his rings scratching against it slightly. He hummed. “Salute, Jade.”

She took a breath, her fingers slowly closing around the cool glass. She licked her lips, tearing her gaze from him only to make sure she had a firm grip around the glass. In her mind, the awareness of Turner's wealth was for a moment outweighed by the cost of even the smallest trickle she was about to consume. “Salute” she spoke, her voice steadier than she'd anticipated, hopeful he didn't notice the tremble of her lip.

He gave her a nod, lifted his glass for a brief moment, then brought it to his lips, focused on her more than the exquisite taste spreading on his tongue, the fullness of her luscious lips, painted a rich blush red colour that contrasted her tanned skin and didn't leave the hint of a stain on the glass as she placed it back down, swallowed, her eyes fluttering shut. He enjoyed the expression of pure appreciation and bliss that hushed across her features thoroughly, hungry for more. He was ready to give her anything she craved if it evoked that captivating reaction.

“Taste the weh yeh remember?”

Her eyes opened, too quick, he already missed the pleasure on her face that was now replaced by confusion. “What?”

The corner of his lip twitched upward, he chuckled, licking his lips. “Yeh've 'ad this before” he observed.

Her face mirrored his now, amused. “And how would you know that, Turner?”

He almost flinched but she noticed how he glossed over her using his last name, something he'd told her not to do, but she certainly was not done with it yet. “Yeh wouldn't 'ave eyed it tha' weh 'ad yeh not known 'ow it tastes.”

His sudden shift in behaviour, the charm, the edge, it had her confident enough to strike back. “Believe it or not, you're not the first gentleman that tried to woo me with it.”

His jaw clenched, the playfulness freezing on his face and he bit down on his lip. He didn't like not being first, didn't like not being the best. And she knew that. And she was fighting fire with fire.

Slowly but surely, she was mastering his own game without even breaking the rules.

“Are you jealous, Alexander?”

He chuckled. “I dun't get jealous.” His attention was drawn from her to one of the strippers now stood beside him, her hand placed on his shoulder, her eyes suggestive and before Jade could grasp the irony of the situation, found herself with a coiling, growing sense of possessiveness, he extinguished the feeling with a shake of his head, his lips forming a single word. “Grazie.”

He sent the gorgeous dancer away, leaning back in his seat, restoring Jade's mood.

“Wha'?” Miles questioned, eyeing his friend with an expression of utter confusion before following the girl with his eyes. “Al, yeh luv Miella.”

Alex graced him with merely a glare, then looked back at Jade.

“Alreyht” Miles shrugged. “I'll 'ave it.” He finished another shot, then pushed himself off his seat, following her. “Wait for meh, luv.”

Turner didn't allow her a comment on his response, holding her gaze nonetheless while he spoke. “I were reyht” he stated, not leaving it a question. He knew he'd figured her out pretty well, not even waiting for her confirmation. “When?”

She raised an eyebrow, pausing before deciding to tell him without once again pretending she didn't know what he meant to win some time. “Well, I used to work for Vittorio.” She hadn't planned on telling him, but simply for the reaction, the choice had come easy.

“Yeh was … well, why woo yeh if they're payin'?” He asked, his initial confusion making room for apparent indifference.

Jade laughed. She knew he out of all people would certainly not judge her, so it was worth the look on his face, even if it was just a split second. “I think I'm worth it, don't you?”

He pressed his lips together, moving his head slightly, not quite nodding and taking a sip of his drink.

“Turner?”

He turned, she turned, both looking at the man interrupting their exchange, Alex instantly giving a real nod. “Reyht, reyht” he said, then turning back to Jade. “I'm gunna beh reyht back.”

She was surprised he even bothered, kept up the appearance that she was unfazed by the simple comment, smiling to herself only once him and the man had taken a few steps away, talking quietly between the bar and the dancing area, not noticing her eyes on them as she sipped some more on the gorgeous drink.

She certainly had not expected this when Cook had come to pick her up, no job, no mockery, no need to prove herself. Instead it was like he was finally warming up to her, in his own way but nevertheless, something certainly was different and especially due to what happened, she found herself completely taken aback by it. But she adored it.

“È caldo qui, o sei?”

She rolled her eyes without even seeing the owner of the ridiculous line uttered, sighing when the face matched the words. She eyed the stranger up and down, a man that had just been sitting at the other end of the bar for a while. She was almost impressed with the nerve, assuming he'd just been waiting for Turner to leave.

Before she could even say a word, Helders appeared next to her, she hadn't even seen him with Turner, but he beat her to it, his eyes cold as he addressed the man. “I will escort yeh out.”

“What?” The man asked, furrowing his brows. “Why?”

“Turner said so” Helders stated, his voice indicating that he would answer this question and this question exclusively, giving a nod for the man to follow him.

Jade's gaze wandered to where she'd previously seen Turner, but he was already by her side, making her jump, her fingers gripping on to the edge of the bar in an attempt to hide that he'd startled her. It took her a brief moment to figure it out.

“Come wif meh” he said before she could even voice her observation, the authority in his voice tenfold that of Helders just moments prior, not to be questioned.

“O-Oh” she said as she slid off the stool, watching him closely. “So you are jealous?” The realisation hit her hard, the smile impossible to wipe off her face.

He gave her a single look, a split second, then he turned his head to gaze forward, his hand on the small of her back to guide her. “Jade” he drawled. “Dun't tempt meh.”

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Okay so I'm having to post this again because I was going through my page and for some reason this piece got deleted! Dunno how! Anyway, there's a part two to this and it just doesn't make sense without the first! *** Y/N loves flying out to see Harry. She loves hearing the enthusiasm in his voice when she tells him her vacation's been approved at work. She loves when Harry picks her up from airports, holding up the cutest handmade sign that reads 'Y/N!!(:'. Especially because he draws happy faces, or hearts, or loads of x's, and goes overboard with exclamation points sometimes. She loves hearing Harry go on and on about the town(or city) he's in at the time. Loves it when he talks about the locations that are popular, as if he really is all familiar, when in reality he's only just gotten there himself a day prior and hadn't even heard of the place before then. It makes her think that maybe he lays awake at night, before her arrival, studying these places, just so he can tell her all about them. She loves going out to sight see with him, wonderful spots she's never even dreamt of visiting. She really loves hanging out with the boys and the crew, and engaging with fans when they come up to Harry, or Liam, or Louis, or Niall. More than anything though, she loves spending time with Harry. This time it's different though, and if she's being honest, she's feeling a tad nervous. Well, that might be an understatement. Harry's quite excited though. It's been a while since he's seen his best friend. Sure, he's constantly phoning her, or messaging her, but it's not the same. So when he sees her with her luggage, the escalator moving too slow for his liking, he smiles wide in adoration. Definitely not the same. But here he is, his hair short and slicked messily to the side. With a sign that reads 'Y/N ♡ (:', just like she has missed. And as soon as she steps off the escalator, she drops her bags with a thud and Harry's striding towards her, arms open. "Missed you, kitten." He smiles into her hair, inhaling the refreshing yet familiar scent of vanilla. It's quite easy for Harry to pick her up and spin her then, and she gives a small squeak, but laughs anyway. "Been missing you since you left, you big movie star, you." And her voice is music to his ears, can never get enough. It's why their conversations always go into the wee hours of the morning. Harry sets her back down, gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "M'still the same ole lad that liked to work at a bakery." Harry never really does change. Always been so humble. "Hey! Did y'know-" "That you used to work at a bakery!" Y/N joins in, and they finish the sentence together. "I might've heard something about that, yes." They both chuckle before Harry takes her suitcase handle in his hand, "lemme help you with these, love." "How was the trip?" Harry questions, leading the way out. Y/N hasn't really known anything but quiet airports when it comes to visiting Harry. Always been best to arrive at night so the possibilities of getting swarmed are to a minimum. "Slept a lot. Got a bit of work done-" "You never really understood what a vacation was," Harry chuckles. And it's quite true. She can never really not do anything, and in that aspect, Harry and Y/N are much alike. But that's why she likes vacationing with Harry, he's able to distract her and really help her relax. "That's why m'here, darlin'." She retorts, "anyway. It was sort of weird, too. Couple of people came up to me, no idea who they were, and asked about ya." Harry raises an eyebrow at this. "Mhm-" she hums. By this time, he's loading her belongings into the back of a rental, before opening the passenger door for her, "one guy even asked for a picture with me." Harry makes his way around the front of the car, jumping so into the driver's seat. "S'now y'think you're all high an' mighty?" He teases, giving her a smirk and putting the car in drive. "Don't worry, you'll always be my number one," Y/N giggles, patting his hand set on the arm rest. Harry nods and laughs in amusement, "m'just glad you're here, poppet. M'excited for you to meet everyone." "Me too," she answers, unsure. And if it were anyone else, she might've gotten away with that, but it's Harry, and Harry knows her too well, so he takes her hand in his and gently squeezes it, smiling a reassuring smile "they're gonna love ya'." And just like she predicted, Harry's making sure to note places he's either read about or has been to on their way to the hotel. The pub he and his cast mates went to on a day off, restaurant they celebrated a crew member's birthday, park he likes to take a run through. But Y/N still can't help the uneasiness that creeps back up, because when she visited Harry on tours, she knew mostly everyone. Even when Harry wasn't around because he was rehearsing, or in wardrobe, or performing, she still had Lou and Lux, sometimes Gemma and Meredith. But now, she's not going to know anyone but Harry, and that's a little scary when she thinks about it. Who is she going to talk to when Harry's on set. She really doesn't want to come off as a loner. And she's naturally super shy, so she doesn't want his cast ages to think she's stuck up either. "Here we are," Harry's voice cuts through her thoughts, "you'll be sleeping in the room next to mine. S'got a door that connects 'em, so I'll be a step away." Harry's always been so considerate with her, to the point where it feels like she's being babied. But she doesn't mind, cos he tells her he's just being cautious. Wouldn't want anything to happen to her, and she knows, he's always been real protective. "S'that mean I can come over to yours?" Y/N doesn't mean to sound like a child. Usually the first night in a foreign city she spends in Harry's room. They'll be watching movies or just talking until Y/N is more at ease, and eventually he'll get her to sleep. She always tells him she'll try her best not to bother him, but she can't think of anything better than cuddling up to Harry. And Harry assures her he doesn't mind. Not at all. He's always said he sleeps much better when he's got someone to cuddle. "Door's gonna be wide open-" he smiles, pushing his floor number button with his thumb once inside the lift, "-figuratively, o'course." Y/N smiles at him, her way of saying 'thank you', before she yawns and rubs at her eyes. When the lift comes to a halt, Harry helps a now very sleepy Y/N out, leading the way with the palm of his hand on her back. Times likes these he's got to make sure his steps are shorter, wouldn't want to hurry her up. He slides the keycard and opens her suite door, setting her belongings down next to the TV stand. "Up you go," he whispers now, noticing how droopy her eyes have gotten. He pulls the covers back, letting her slip under before he's taking off her sneakers and settling her into bed. The upside in having her arrive at night is that she always wears bed time clothes to ensure she's comfortable. "I'll make sure to wake you for brekkie. G'nite, kitten." With a light kiss to her temple, Harry makes his way next door into his own room. A room that feels just a little empty now for some reason. And Harry stands here in the dark, a feeling of relief washing over him as he runs his fingers through his hair. He slips off his boots, then his shirt, and lastly his pants before deciding on a warm shower, excited that tomorrow, Harry will finally be able to introduce to everyone the girl he's been going on about for a while now. *** Harry wakes up to a slight stream of light coming in through the curtains, a hand instinctively feeling the spot next to him, in hopes that it wouldn’t be empty, but when he feels nothing but cool sheets, he can’t ignore the feeling of disappointment in the pit of his stomach. One thing Harry always counted on is Y/N's body next to him. Doesn't matter whether she's cuddled up to him, arm flung across his torso and face buried in his neck, or if she's a ball of limbs sleeping inches away from him, hair laid messily against white sheets. He finds comfort in the way she breathes, her hands mindlessly reaching over to him to touch him, any part of him. That's why she's his favourite to cuddle. Let's him move her around any which way he wants, and only nuzzles into him closer. When it's hot, she settles for Harry's arm around and under her neck, slung lazy on her shoulder, her head on his chest. When it's cold, she lets him spoon her, his torso warm against her back, arms locked around her waist and their legs tangled. Sometimes he rubs her tummy, too. Knows she likes it when he rubs her tummy. It's why he prefers it when it's cold. "Morning sunshine!" And just like that, a smile creeps over him as he looks over at Y/N make her way to the edge of his bed laying out his clothes on top, "completely knocked out last night. Woke up real early! I've picked out your outfit! Now let's get going before you're late!" Y/N's not sure what got into her. The sudden confidence seems to have her over excited now, giddy and in a hurry to get to Harry's work. "Woah! Whas' gotten into yeh?" Y/N knows the drill the second Harry sits up and reaches for the cover, so she turns around and stares at the wall so he can change. She shrugs, "figured I should make the most of it. S'not everyday I get to hang out with famous people!" "Ayeeee! S'not nice!" Harry would be offended if he had an ego, but it really only reminds him that Y/N doesn't care that he's Harry Styles. "M'joking!" She turns around after hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled up. Harry gives her a playful glare before sliding his shirt over his head and his arms, tugging at the bottom and stretching it down. He looks at her through the bathroom mirror, talking to her about the people he's been spending time with as he washes his face and brushes his teeth. Minutes later, they're out for breakfast before heading to set. *** Y/N's having a grand time. She honestly doesn't know why she was so worried. Everyone's been so lovely to her. She was timid at first yeah, practically clinging to Harry when they arrived. But when he was taken to get into costume and she was left alone, a few of his cast mates approach her, making small talk before excusing themselves. She's observing, watching everyone scrambling around to their positions when one of the crew ladies offers her a donut, and she doesn't want to be rude and not take one, so she does, and boy is she glad she did. Because at that moment, a guy clad in a soldier costume, his face covered with what she's assuming is mud, reaches for the last glazed just when she's about to grab it. He apologises and hands it over to her, claiming he likes the chocolate ones better anyway. He politely introduces himself, jokingly tipping his imaginary hat. Fionn is his name, and she remembers him from a few of the first leaked pictures of Harry on the set. He asks her name, and when she tells him, he hmm's knowingly and says "so you're the famous Y/N" before taking another bite of his donut. Y/N's not sure how long they've been talking for, all she knows is that her face is starting to hurt from so much smiling. The sound of a train whistle brings her back, and she looks up to see Harry looking back at them, a look on his face that she can't make out. She waves at him, a huge smile on her face because she's finally here, looking at her very handsome best friend in action, and he doesn't wave back, rather keeps his stare stern before tucking his body back into the locomotive, causing her smile to fade.