It was a stormy night, and you were home alone. Your boyfriend Harry was supposed to be home three hours ago. He hasn't answered your phone calls or texts. You were super worried. You were just about to fall asleep when your front door flew open and shut with a slam. "Babe?" Harry called out. "In here," you answered. "Im so sorry. After dinner, Louis wanted to go to the bar. I told him I shouldn't but he insisted. Im sorry." "Its alright, I guess. I mean, there's no reason to be mad." "Thanks love, I'm going to take a shower. Ill be right down," he told you with a kiss. "Actually I'm pretty tired. I'm off to bed," you told him. "Babe, no. At least get a shower with me?" "No, I'm too tired. I'm sorry maybe tomorrow." "Pleeeeease?" Harry exaggerated. You just smiled and ran upstairs.

Upstairs you were trying to pick out an outfit for tomorrow. Zayn and Perrie were getting married and you were her brides maid. You were so excited and it was such an honor! You sat there dreaming about how Harry's and your wedding would be like and what dress you would wear. In the middle of your day dreaming, someone grabbed both your shoulders. "Eek!" You scream in fear. You turn around with your fists up but Harry grabs them before you get a chance to swing. You realize its him and squint your eyes. "Not cool, Harry. You scared me!" "Sorry babe. Now get in that shower." "No Harry, im going to sleep." You protested. "Doesn't look like it." He said sternly. "Well I am, goodnight." You tried to turn to your bed but Harry grabbed your arms and shoved you against the wall. "So, you wanna play it the hard way?" He asked in a lower/softer voice. "No. I want to go to bed." You told him. You tried to turn once again but he kept you still. "You won this time, but ill get you tomorrow," he whispered in your ear with his husky/raspy voice. He turned away into the bathroom singing Forever Young with some lyrics from Free Fallin in there. You layed down on your bed and thought, "finally some rest and peace!"