*Gaby's POV*

As I woke up the next morning, I was too comfortable to open my eyes. The dream I'd had last night danced through my mind. I loved having dreams about One Direction.

Suddenly I felt something move underneath me. I gasped, shooting up, feeling all the blood rush from my head. My eyes snapped open.

"What the hell!" I had never been more confused, shocking, happy, and scared in my entire life. There, laying next to me, was a shirtless Harry Styles. He was tangled in the blankets, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light.

I stood up quickly, three things happening at once. First of all, I realized I was only wearing a bra and panties, which was a nightmare in itself, not to mention the cold air after leaving the warm bed. Second, my head immediately pounded. And third, Harry's hand grasped my arm, tugging me back down to him.

"Where are you going? Please, don't leave..." His voice still got to me, even when I was having a mini meltdown. I was about to start breaking down and crying. I didn't even know why. I felt out of control, and confused, and had no memory of what happened or how I got here. My breathing was quickening, and I felt a panic attack coming on.

"Gaby...?" And yet, his sleepy morning voice still seemed sexy as he sat up, rubbing his beautiful emerald eyes. "Gaby, come here. What's wrong?" He pulled me into his strong arms, hugging me against his bare chest.

"Nothing. I-I'm fine." I actually was. Despite all the emotions I was feeling, being with him made me the happiest I'd been in a long time. "I just... I need a minute. My head hurts, and I don't know where I am, or what happened, or why I'm with you- Not that I'm complaining. I just..." I shook my head back and forth, clearing my thoughts. "My mom is going to kill me."

"You don't remember what happened...?" He frowned, reaching one hand around to open the drawer on the nightstand. He pulled out a bottle of Asprin and handed me two. "I'm going to go get you a water." He pressed his lips softly to my head. "I'll be right back." He stood, walking to the bathroom. I couldn't help but glance at the waistband of his boxers a few times.

Somehow I managed to hold off any tears as I watched him fill the glass that was on the sink with water. As he brought himself back to me, that glorious half smile on his face when we made eye contact.

"Here." He handed me the glass, and I swallowed the medicine, willing it to make the pain in my head subside. Just as the perfect person would, he waited for me to take a few more sips, then placed the glass back on the nightstand and took his seat next to me. "Let's talk."

"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked, taking a spot back in his lap as if it were an everyday thing. His arms snaked around my still half naked body. I didn't know why because it seemed like it should be the opposite, but with him, I wasn't self conscious. I wasn't worried that I was doing something wrong. I was just me.

"Of course, love. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Uhm..." I thought back to my 'dream' last night. I could recall singing with him in the empty auditorium, and I remembered us kissing. Was that real...? "Another World, maybe? And we kissed, right? Did we, uhm..." I nodded down to our bodies pressed together, "You know...?"

He laughed, shaking his head a little. "No, no. We didn't sleep together. Much to your disappointment." He smirked, raising his eyebrows once.

"Oh, God." I groaned. "What did I do?"

"It was cute. You're just very promiscuous when you drink too much, is all. I blame Louis for getting you so drunk in the first place."

I sighed, deciding not to make him relive whatever happened. "Okay, so we kissed. Then what?"

"We danced on the stage a little. You're a very good dancer. Even when you're drunk." And cue the heart crushing smile from Harry Styles. "Until Louis and Liam came and interrupted us, explaining that we couldn't have our first dance without music and that we had to come back to the hotel."

"Taylor too?"

"Yeah, she's around here somehwere. With either Zayn or Niall. I mean this in the kindest way, but your friend is a bit of a band slut. Er, groupie, you could say."

"She's a handful, isn't she?" I giggled.

He nodded once in agreement. "Anyway, I wasn't going to send you home when you were all... the way you were. So Taylor called your mom and told her that you were sleeping at her house tonight. And I told Louis he had to sleep on the couch because you're in here with me."

"Oh, no. Poor Louis." I felt bad, I really did. "I could've slept on the couch."

"That's not how you felt last night.." His smirk returned. I buried my head in my hands as the red blush covered my face.

"Just tell me. How bad was it?"

"It really wasn't bad, I promise. It was quite the ego boost." He chuckled, making me groan in embarrassment again. "But you know me, I don't objectify women. Especially not drunk ones that I care about. So we lied down and watched a movie until you fell asleep. And here we are."

I let out a small sigh, feeling better now that I knew what was going on, and now that the Asprin was kicking in. "So what now?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"Are we... friends?"

"I would like that."

"When do you have to leave?"

"I'll stay as long as you want me here."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his little comment. "That was sweet. But you live in London."

"I won't go back until I have to."

"Let's just be realistic for a minute, alright? When were you planning on leaving?"

"Thursday. But... It's Sunday now... I can't just leave you in five days..."

"We'll work it out, okay?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him softly, and letting my eyes close as I inhaled his lovely scent and noticed the way my heart slowed when his arms tightened around me. "Let's get dressed. I need coffee."