the song for this chapter is "Sweet Emotion," by The Kooks :) 

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Yes, I feel sweet emotion
Every time you're near me
Every time you are near
I said I feel sweet emotion
Every time you're near me
Every time you are near

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Tate

        I woke up the next morning with Harry holding me. I wish I could say that as soon as my eyes opened, regret set in and I felt disgusted, but I actually woke up feeling happier than I had in a while. Peeking over my shoulder, I saw that Harry was still asleep, a grin crept onto my face as I took in how peaceful he looked. I decided to get up and go wash my face and brush my teeth, slipping as slowly as I could out of Harry's arms. As soon as I stood up though, I felt his hand grab my arm.

    I turned towards him, to see his sleepy eyes barely opened. "Come back," he whined, his voice deeper and raspier than usual. 

   I laughed at this tender side of him, causing him to stick out his bottom lip and pout. I went to walk away again, but Harry tightened his grip on my arm, tugging me back towards the bed. Rolling my eyes, I reluctantly got back in the bed. Harry smiled in satisfaction, pulling my body against his and humming as he nestled his face into my neck. 

     "Harry, don't you think we should get up and ready before the other boys get suspicious?" I chuckled.

    He groaned. "To be honest, I don't give a fuck what they think. I don't think Niall or Abel would care, the only fucker we have to worry about would be Will," he replied, laughing softly before continuing. 

  "Besides, what is that they have to be suspicious of? I thought you said there was nothing going on between us?" He teased, and I just knew he would use my own words against me eventually. 

    "There isn't," I replied defiantly, although I knew a smile was already spreading on my face, I was just glad Harry couldn't see it.

   "Oh really? That's not what it seemed like last night. The only thing between anything was my hand between your legs," he retorted, and I felt my face burning.

     "Harry!" I whispered, turning around and lightly smacking him on the shoulder, he just smirked in response. 

   "What? Are you saying that I was just a booty call to you? I'm hurt!" He gasped, placing his hand over his chest in mock distress. 

    "Yes, Styles, you were a booty call. Life's tough, deal with it," I replied with a smug expression. 

  "Well, in that case, call me anytime you like, princess," he smiled, pulling me back down to snuggle my body against his. 

    I sighed. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Who knows, I have so many other options..." I trailed off, grinning as I felt Harry's arms tighten around me.

     "Oh really? Who? Don't worry, I'm not going to kill them, just asking for a friend," he replied cheekily, and I let out a laugh. 

     He was quiet for a bit before speaking again. "In case you're wondering, you're the only booty I'll be calling from now on."

    I turned around to face him, both of us holding serious expressions on our face before we burst out laughing.

    "You know, when you aren't scaring people or killing them, you're kind of funny," I admitted, and he gave me a smug grin. 

    Just then, there was a knock on the door, both Harry and I snapping our attention over to the doorknob that was wiggling about. 

  We were frozen, wondering who it would be, and whether or not we were screwed.

    "Tate?" Abel suddenly called out, both Harry and I letting out a sigh of relief. 

  I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'm in here!" I called back.

    "Have you seen Harry?" he asked, and I reached over to clap a hand over Harry's mouth, which was starting to emit small bouts of laughter.

   "Um...nope! Sorry! I'm going to go wash my face and then I'll be down there for breakfast!" I replied.

    "O-Okay, sounds good," Abel replied, and it was clear he wasn't totally buying my lie. 

   We listened until we could no longer hear his footsteps, before finally relaxing, turning to face each other once again. 

    "What are we going to do about...this?" I asked, gesturing between us. 

   He smiled a little bit. "What do you mean? Is there something you want to fill me in on? Any feelings you want to express?" He replied smugly. 

    I furrowed my brows at him and pouted in annoyance. He shocked me when he suddenly leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to my forehead.

   "Don't worry, princess, I know you like me, even if you're too embarrassed to admit it. And in case you didn't already know...I like you too," he smiled, causing me to blush and look down at his chest, the corners of my mouth turning upwards. 

    I flitted my eyes back up towards him. "Harry, seriously...what are we going to do about Will? I don't trust him, even if you do. He just...gives me the creeps." 

    Harry let out a sigh and wrapped his arm tighter around me. "I...I don't know honestly. Like I said, before yesterday, Will and I had never had a real fight. Usually, he has always had my back with things. Yeah, we both put work first, but if something meant something to one of us, we usually supported each other. I don't know why when I finally find a person who means something to me, he flips the fuck out."

    I blushed again at the mention of him caring about me before he continued. 

  "Obviously I understand how important this mission is, but it doesn't make sense why Will sees you as such a threat. I understand Whit's point of view, and how he doesn't want any feelings I have for you to get in the way of completing this mission, but Will shouldn't be this pissed off. I'm going to get the job done, and keep you safe," he explained, and I nodded slowly as I began to see where Will was coming from.

    "Harry?" I began hesitantly, and he hummed in response.

  "I think what Will is worried about is that if it comes down to you having to choose between me and this mission, that you will choose me," I continued, and felt Harry's arms tense around me.

    "I can do both," he replied firmly.

 "But what if you can't?" I challenged.

     "I can," he answered softly, and he sounded so lost it hurt my heart. 

  I didn't want to push the subject any further, as I could tell it was getting to Harry.

   "Okay, you can do both," I replied, giving him a reassuring smile, which he struggled to return.

    I snuggled further into his chest. "So, what do we do in front of the other boys? How do we act?" I asked, peeking up at him.

   He paused for a moment, studying my face. "I...I think we can be more open around Niall and Abel, but with Will, we should probably just keep it toned down until I figure things out. Maybe I can talk some sense into him soon and kind of calm him down," he offered, and I nodded my head in agreement.

   Harry smiled and leaned in close to me. "Am I allowed to kiss you? Or is that only when you booty call me?" 

    I rolled my eyes. "Well, normally I'd say no, especially since we both have morning breath, but for you, I'll make an exception."

    He grinned and leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly against mine, before pulling away with a goofy smile on his face.

   "You should probably sneak out of here while you have the chance," I laughed.

 He frowned in response, getting up and gathering his clothes, before walking to the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob and paused, turning back to face me.

   "Damn, kicking me out already, I see that I really am just a piece of ass to you," he sighed. I laughed and threw a pillow at him, earning a cheeky grin from him, before he opened the door and walked across the hall into his room, shutting the door to it once he was inside, but not before giving me a flirty wave. 

   I got out of bed and walked to my own door, closing it shut, before walking into the bathroom and turning on the sink. I tied my hair back while the water warmed up, then reached into the shower to grab my bottle of facewash. I ran my hand under the faucet a few times until I got the temperature where I wanted it, and then proceeded to wash my face. 

   Once I was done with that, I brushed my teeth and exited the bathroom. I opened up my bag and pulled out a pair of black leggings and a light green jumper, putting both of them on and then slipping on a pair of socks and my white trainers.

    I went over to the window and pulled the curtains open, smiling as I felt the warm sunshine streaming in. This was the first morning in a long time that I truly felt happy about something. Harry was making me happy, and whether it was a case of Stockholm Syndrome or not, I didn't care. For now, I was happy, and I hadn't been happy since this whole thing started. 

    I froze when I suddenly saw a man jogging past the house. He had a similar build to the man I saw yesterday in the grey hoodie, but today he was wearing a black hoodie and black sweats. It could be a different person, or it could be the same person, and perhaps he lived nearby and this was his normal route. 

    I could be acting a bit paranoid, but given the events that had taken place in my life lately, I had nearly every right to be worried. I decided that if I saw him again, I would tell Harry and maybe he could look into it. For now though, as long as I was with Harry, I felt safe. 

   I was nervous to go downstairs and to be with Harry in front of the other boys. It wasn't like the type of nervousness I felt before though when it was unspoken tension between us, or not knowing how we truly felt. It was a nervousness due to the fact that now that we had started to open up to each other more, I didn't know how we were supposed to pretend that none of that happened in front of other people.

   I took a deep breath before opening the door to my room, seeing that Harry's door was already open. He must have already gone downstairs, which was probably a good thing so that we didn't walk down at the same time and look even more suspicious than I'm sure we already did.

   I tiptoed down the stairs, although I wasn't quite sure why I was. It was no secret that I was here, but after what happened with Harry, everything felt secretive. 

  I walked into the kitchen to find all of the boys sat at the table. There was an open seat for me between Abel and Harry, as per usual. I made my way over and sat down, they all said good morning to me, and I had to stop myself from laughing as Harry acted as though this was the first he had seen me all morning. Even Will mumbled a good morning to me, although he wouldn't make eye contact as he did so.

   I noticed Abel was on his computer, watching some sort of footage. My eyes widened as I realized it was my uncle's house, still not quite used to seeing other people spying on me and my family. I grabbed my bowl and reached for the box of cereal, pouring it in before adding milk and beginning to eat. 

    It was quiet, and Niall was the first one to break the silence. "Hey, Tate, Abel and I were thinking...it's been a while since you've gotten to do something relatively normal, and we forgot to get some supplies we need, so we were wondering if you wanted to go into town with us. You could look around, there's a really nice farmer's market and flower stand, it could be good to get out and get some fresh air," he spoke, and a smile was already spreading across my face.

   "Really?" I asked excitedly but pausing and instinctively, everyone looked to Harry, to see whether or not he approved.

    His mouth was set into a firm line, and he furrowed his brows at Abel and Niall. 

 "Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked hesitantly.

    "Yes, Harry. We won't let anything happen to her, I promise. We'll even call and check in with you when we get there and when we leave," Abel replied.

   Harry broke his gaze away from them and then down to me, his expression softening as he took in the hopeful look on my face. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly, before opening them again and answering.

   "Okay, fine. You can go, but you guys have two hours. Two hours, I mean it, or else I'm coming down there myself to get your asses," he warned, and Niall and Abel high fived each other. 

   I beamed up at him and mouthed a quick thank you. He gave me a soft smile and nodded in reply.

   I peered up at Will, who was pretending to be fascinated by his bowl of cereal. I know part of the reason Harry hesitated to say yes was that he wanted to make sure I was safe, but that the other part of it was that he didn't want to have to be alone with Will. And I think it was pretty obvious that Will felt the same way.

    I just hoped that they would use this time alone to sort through their problems, not to create more.

   And as for me, I was just looking forward to some fresh air, flowers, and spending time with the two least temperamental people in our odd little group.

AN: I AM SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I AM GOING TO START WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER RIGHT NOW SO THAT HOPEFULLY, I CAN GIVE YOU ALL A DOUBLE UPDATE! ILY ALL SO MUCH! DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! xx