"In the jungle, the mighty jungle...scary Mia sleeps tonight!" a faint voice sings near my ear and I squeeze my eyes closed tightly and turn to face the opposite direction.

"Mamma Mia, there she goes again," I hear the voice sing again and I feel something tickling my nose causing me to scrunch it up in annoyance, "My my, she's sleeping like a wha-ale!"

Putting a pillow over my head, I squeeze it tight against my face to the point I think I'm suffocating.

Shut up!

Taking the pillow off my face and throwing it harshly across the room, I come face to face with a jolly Harry staring back at me with a gleam in his eyes.

I open my mouth to tell him off but a sudden throbbing pain shoots through my head. My eyes squeeze shot at the harsh lighting of the room and my head sinks further into the pillow underneath my head as my agonizing groans fill the room.

"Morning sunshine!"

"Stop yelling at me! You're making it worse!"

"Hey! You owe me a shirt!" he retorts in response and I instantly turn to look at him, confusion written all over my features.

What the hell is he talking about?

"Since when did I owe you a shirt?"

"And it was my favorite shirt!"he exclaims and I can tell he's complaining jokingly, so I don't really pay any mind to it, mostly because I was trying to nurse the throbbing pain in my head and he wasn't making it any easier.

"I'm not exactly in the mood to hear you whine about a shirt, Harry. Especially not in this situation," I deadpanned, wincing at the end at the sharp pain that suddenly shot through my head and I hold my head in my hands.

"Here," he says simply as he rests a bottle of water on the bedside table as well as some Advil and I felt my eyes light up and my body was filled with relief. Such a saint! "I figured you may need this" he says referring to the water, "and take two of these" he points to the bottle of Advil.

After thanking him, I took the advil and swallowed it with the water, the cool liquid instantly quenching my dry throat.

"What is this about a shirt now?" I asked, feeling kind of bad for not listening to him.

"It's ruined..." he pauses and I look at him expectantly. He lets out an agitated sigh when I don't respond and clarifies "My favorite shirt that I wore yesterday...last night"

My eyebrows furrow as I try to make sense of what he's saying and it only just dawned on me that even though I have no idea what he's talking about, I have no recollection of what I was doing last night.

But I'm still confused as to what Harry's 'favorite shirt' has to do with me. I wasn't even with him last night.

"What's that got to do to with me?"

His eyes bug out and looks at me in disbelief, "You threw up on my shirt!"

And then there was silence.

I take a few moments, repeating what he said over and over again in my head but I still come up short. What the hell is he talking about?

"What are you talking about? How could I have thrown up on your shirt when you weren't even there last night!"

Now it's his turn to be confused as he slowly takes a seat at the edge of the bed with parted lips and eyes that can only be described as lost but also...hopeful?

"You mean..." he clears his throat, almost like he's nervous to continue, "you don't remember anything from last night?"

I don't say anything, instead opting to take a sip of water.

"You don't remember me being there?" he asks again.

I dig deep into my brain, trying to gather the events of last night and slowly but surely and a little fuzzy, I see bits and pieces that I'm able to put back together.

And I wish I hadn't.

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed!" I exclaimed, more to myself. Some things don't make any sense to me, like how I ended up at the bar. I can't believe I told the bartender he looked by Jon Bon Jovi...or at least I think it was the bartender. I mean, he was behind the counter, right? I can't even believe I drank so much last night either. God! What was wrong with me?!

But wait, what happened to Lily? Did she get back okay? How did I get back?

"No, no it's fine, honestly" he assures, and thinking he's talking about my pity party with the bartender, I look at him like he has three heads.

"Fine?! I feel sick just thinking about it," I mumbled the last part to myself, taking another sip of water as another wave of nausea washed over me. I spilled my guts to a complete stranger who probably thought that I was a lunatic. Not to mention that I can never show my face at that club again!

"Abo- about which part?" he stutters out suddenly and I give him a weird look.

"What do you mean which part? All of it! Everything. Single. Moment," I exclaimed, thinking of how my alcohol intake last night could affect the smooth sailing of my cycle this month and imagining what I'm going to tell my doctor when she specifically told me not to consume any alcohol or anything that could potentially affect my body negatively until it's confirmed that everything is regularized.

A/N: I promise this will make sense soon!

But what if I don't tell her and hope for the best?

You're shit at lying and then you feel guilty afterwards.

"You said you were there last night right?" I clarified, remembering that he said I allegedly threw up on his favorite shirt, still not remembering him being there at all. He nods slowly, almost like he's bracing himself for what I'm about to say next.

I narrow my eyes at him and ask skeptically, "Did you hear what I said to the bartender?"

He watches me confused, "I have no idea what you're talking about"

Oh thank God!

Wait...

"When did I throw up on your shirt then?"

"Oh-um...you see, the thing is-" he scratches the back of his neck nervously, like he's afraid to say his next words and that alone makes me anxious so I decided that it's better I didn't know.

"-we were dancing and then-" I cut him off quickly, "-you know what? I don't want to know"

He doesn't respond, only nodding his head slowly, looking down at his lap.

"You can't tell anyone about this, Harry. Promise me?" I pleaded, completely missing the sudden slouch of his shoulders and the sad puppy look that crosses his face before disappearing swiftly.

"Uhm- I...okay" he relents before settling into silence.

"Good," I sighed. I start to think about how much pain I would've been in usually at this time of the month, especially first thing in the morning, and how I haven't experienced any pain whatsoever ever since it came two days ago. I start to wonder if maybe this is my new normal or if this is just temporary or maybe the throbbing in my head is distracting from everything else.

And I still haven't told Lily.

While there's that issue, I still want to keep this to myself, just so that Harry doesn't find out because quite frankly, I imagine that scenario being all weird and awkward.

The snapping of fingers in front of my face pulls me out of my reverie, "Hello! Anyone home?"

"Hmm? Yeah..." I respond, slightly dazed.

"I've called your name at least 5 times now! Hurry up and get dressed,"

I look at him confused, "Uhm, why?"

"There's somewhere we need to be in-" he pulls out his phone, presumably to check the time, "half an hour, so hurry up and let's go."

I stare at him, wondering if he's serious and he snaps his fingers impatiently in front of my face, triggering another wave of pounding in my head. Figuring this was the only way to make him stop, reminding myself that this is the only time that I'll ever give in to Harry that easily, I slowly walk towards the bathroom with a pair of pink and grey sweatpants and hoodie, dragging my feet that felt like weights behind me.

"Chop chop!" I shut the door as he yells and jump in the shower, to wash off how gross I feel both physically and mentally, if you know what I mean. After putting on my clothes and necessary reinforcements so that the world doesn't find out that there's a River Nile in my pants and brushing my teeth, I exit the bathroom and meet Harry with his eyes solely focused on the screen of his phone and his fingers tapping away at it.

He looks up as I enter the room and says, "Oh good, you're done!" he walks towards me, "just missing one thing though," and as he reaches me, he pinches the corners of my mouth upwards and grins, "A smile"

Not knowing the real reason behind his joking around, I brush his hands away, pretending to be annoyed to cover the emerging smile, "Whatever Harry"

On our way out of the hotel, I made sure to remind him that whatever he has planned can not clash with my flight time.

"Whatever you say..." he says with a smirk.

"Harry, I'm serious" I warn and he raises his hands above his head in surrender.

"Alright, alright. I got it"

Once we're outside the hotel, I stop to look up at the sky only to see that the sun hasn't even fully risen yet.

I'm being sleep deprived!

"Harry," he stops next to me, "do you have any idea what time it is?!" My jaw drops when he simply smirks and walks on, taking my hand with his. He leads me to a sleek black SUV, similar to the ones that's been with us throughout the tour but something about this one just feels so familiar, like I've been in this one before.

Hopping into the backseat, I instantly recognize the driver sat up in front. It's Shaft 2.0! It's actually been a while since I last saw him. You know, I should probably start referring to him by his real name and not the one I call him in my head...if I could just remember what Harry told me his name was.

"Morning, Joe! How's it going?" Harry greets spritely, sliding in next to me.

Joe! His name is Joe!

"Good morning, Joe," I said, mustering a smile. He watches me through the mirror with a surprised look on his face and then nods in acknowledgment.

A few minutes into the drive,

"Put you head on my shoulder..." he starts singing, looking at me with that charming smile and I glare at him "Don't you dare."

"You know, for someone who loves sleep just as much as I do, you're in an awfully good mood at this hour! The damn rooster isn't even up yet!"

"Oh would you quit whining," he dismisses but there's still a smile on his face as though the thought of something has him pooping rainbows.

Not really thinking about it too much, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, instantly relaxing against his warm body and feeling the pounding in my head start to ease.

"Why are you in such a good mood anyway? And where the hell are you taking me?" I ask with my eyes still closed.

Hearing the smile in his voice, I hear him say, "Last night...I think my dream came through."

Then I feel his body deflate against me as he lets out a sigh and says almost sadly "But so did my worst nightmare."

Pulling the hoodie further down on my head to hide my face in embarrassment, I try to joke, "Oh yeah, must have been real tragic. Perfectly delicious nachos I had before being wasted on you had to be one hell of a nightmare!"

"Hey! You should be lucky that it was me and not someone else" I look up at him weirdly at the sudden change in his tone.

I feel so embarrassed. What the hell was I thinking?

There's a lot of things about last night that just don't make any sense to me. Like when did Harry arrive? Or why can't I remember anything after I sat down at the bar?

"Hey Harry?" he let's out a soft hum in response, "What were you doing at the club? Did you know I was there?"

He doesn't say anything at first. I grow a bit confused as the sudden silence led me to think that he didn't want to tell me.

"Harry?"

He suddenly perks up, in response, "Oh look! We're here!"

He still doesn't answer my question when the car comes to a stop. I decide to try asking again as my curiosity gets the better of me but he opens the door and exits the car before I get the chance.

"C'mon slow poke, we're already late!" he rushes me out of the car, practically bouncing up and down on the pavement.

I watch him weirdly as I try to move my tired limbs as fast as I can out of the car. Did he really poop rainbows this morning?

When I exit the car and stand on the sidewalk, the first thing I notice is the giant sign saying 'airport'. I grow confused as I take in the building before me, observing how deserted it looks apart from the few zombie-looking humans strolling inside dragging their suitcases behind them.

"Why did you bring me here?" My flight isn't until later this evening so why did he bring me to the airport?

All he does is smile widely to the point I think his cheeks might start hurting and he says with a twinkle in his eyes, "It's a surprise"

"But I don't like surprises" I protest, pulling my arm back as he tries to lead to away. He turns around to face me at that, seeming a bit surprised at my sudden forceful movement.

No more surprises. No more twists of fate. I'm done. I don't like it.

I need everything planned out. I want to know every single event that is going to happen in my life beforehand so that I can prepare for it. So that I can prevent anything bad from happening.

Because who knows...maybe one day, you'll wake up from a coma or find out that you killed your own when it's too late or hell, even watch the person who loves you most in the world die before your eyes, knowing that you can't help him...that you can't take away his pain.

Think good thoughts...only good thoughts.

For some unknown reason to me, his features soften and he looks deep into my eyes, almost like he can see into my soul.

"I know..." he say sincerely to my previous comment, "but this is a good surprise"

The early morning wind blew coldly between us and I remember the promise that I made to myself to not look back and try to move on. Which is why I couldn't stop myself from meekly asking, "Promise?"

He straightens up and adorns a serious expression, raising his right hand and exclaims, "Scout's honor!"

I give him a deadpanned look "You weren't even in scouts"

"Shhh!" he shushes, pressing his index finger against my lips earning a disgusted look from me "Don't kill the dream! I was one in my head"

Ripping his finger from my lips, I say "Get your crusty finger off my my lips, dude"

Playfully bantering with Harry on the sidewalk has managed to slowly ease my hangover but also has my heart glowing in my chest and for a short moment I forgot that we were standing outside of an airport because Harry has a surprise until his phone dings in the pocket of his pants, cutting him off from what he was about to say.

I watch as he takes it out and reads the screen with intent eyes before putting it back and saying while grabbing my hand again and pulling me towards the entrance, "She's here"

Who's here?

I let him drag me towards the entrance of the airport. I follow wordlessly behind him, trying my best not to trip over my own feet, observing as we pass all the check in points and waiting areas for departures and arrivals.

Where the hell is he taking me?

We somehow ended up in a private medium sized waiting room apart from the others. If I thought the airport was empty, this room is practically a ghost town. It's probably some vip/celebrity check in and security area or something.

My exhausted mind doesn't question why we suddenly stop in the middle of the room or why Harry looks like he's looking for something. All I know is that I can't go sit because he's holding me in place with our intertwined hands...not that I'm complaining, just saying.

From my peripheral, I see his other hand reaching for his pocket again. I take a few baby steps backwards until I'm facing his back, letting out a content sigh when I rest my head in the centre of his back, feeling the muscles contract before relaxing again.

If I could sleep like this, I would but for now I'm just going to rest my eyes for a bit.

Expecting him to let go of my hand now seeing as his is kind of awkwardly bent, I try to pull my hand away.

But what I didn't expect is for him to switch his phone from his arm holding it to his ear to the one I just let go of, and the hand that was holding the phone reaches for my other hand and he laces his fingers through them.

"Yeah...I'm here" I hear him say to the person on the phone. Feeling like a school girl whose crush knows her name, I smile giddily to myself and snuggle my head into his back, 100% sure that he can feel my smile through his shirt.

"Where?...I don't see you," his cologne is like a drug, the scent invading my nostrils, the feeling of much wanted sleep slowly creeping it's way up. The grin doesn't leave my face even when my eyes start to close as he mindlessly plays with my fingers while talking to whoever is on the phone.

I have no clue what this is but for now...I'm just going to go with it.

Is this normal? Are we allowed to be doing this right now?

But then again...Harry is an overly affectionate person. This could very well be something that's natural for him. Maybe he does this with friends all the time.

The thought sinks my stomach a little but I quickly brush it away not wanting to spoil the moment.

And while I can push away that thought, I can't seem to push away that niggling feeling that something happened last night that he's not telling me.Then again, I told him not to tell me.

But I still don't understand why I can remember everything, down to my conversation with the bartender about facial hair, yet the image of Harry being in the space as me doesn't ring a bell.

Like...why??

Probably about a minute passes before he gently squeezes my hand.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispers over his back and I mumble incoherently into his back. I feel his back move as he chuckles lightly and says "I think someone wants to see you"

It takes me a moment to fully register what he says before I ask "Who?"

"Why don't you come out and see?" I hear the smile in his voice as he speaks and I slowly move out from behind him and return to my previous position next to him.

Only this time, I wasn't looking into an empty waiting area.

"Mamá!"

My body freezes on the spot, unable to believe the person stood before my eyes. She stands right across from me next to Paul who holds one of her tiny arms securely in his.

I stare wide eyed at her, completely flabbergasted.

"Oh my God..." I mumble to myself still in shock.

"Do you need me to pinch you?" Harry teases, nudging my shoulder.

"Oh my baby girl! I missed you so so much!," I say delightedly, hugging her tightly to me, not wanting to let her go just yet.

"I missed you too!" Over her head, I catch Harry's eye as he watches our exchange and the sight warms my heart in the way that I've come to know only Harry can and if it's possible, the smile on my face widens to the point where my cheeks hurt.

I mouth, "Thank you," at him and he just waves me off with a bashful smile. But I mean it. I'm so grateful to him for doing this and I don't think he knows how happy he's made me. In fact, I don't think he knows how happy he's made me these past few months.

The way I view things is changing almost everyday. I didn't even know I could miss someone this much until today and it brings me to all the people in my life to whom I care about that I miss dearly and while it saddens me a bit, the victory I feel about finally acknowledging it trumps all the sadness and misery.

Hey, at least the crackhead therapist was right about something!...still not taking those pills though.

Her being here now lifts a weight off my shoulders and relieves some of my frustration from these past few weeks but it only reminds me of all the other stuff I have to do.

Wait a second.

"This doesn't make any sense," I voice my concerns aloud, "I'm supposed to be going home today, why would you bring her out to Portugal?"

Oh God, he must think I'm an ungrateful wench!

"Not that this doesn't mean the world to me but-"

"Mia-"

"It's just that, you know, if we're being practical, I was going to see her today anyway so-"

"Can I spea-"

"I mean, you probably went through all this trouble to get her out here and I'm so so grateful but-"

"Come to LA with me"

My mouth automatically clamps shut at that and everything falls silent. That is, until Paul starts awkwardly whistling behind us.

I blink a few times and ask, "I'm sorry, what?"

He walks closer and repeats, pausing after each word so that my apparent slow brain can process it properly.

"Come. To. LA. With. Me"

Yes, is what I jumped at the chance to say and I think it's what any girl would've said if they witnessed how effortlessly attractive that was.

But this is what I really said, "I can't."

"Why?" Mari whines in response.

Now I know what you're thinking. Is she stupid? This boy literally flew your daughter out to you because you missed her like crazy and you can't even fulfill his simple request to go to LA with him! Are you asking to get slapped?!

And you're probably right.

But when I think about it...when I think about everything that I planned to accomplish when I get back home, going to LA with him seems so far away.

If Lily were here, she'd have said that this is just an excuse to delay going to LA sooner that planned and while that is partially true, I still have responsibilities waiting for me back home that I can't do while I'm 'vacationing' in LA with my best friend/ boy that I like.

Seeing his shoulders slump like that only makes me feel even guiltier while tempting me further to just say yes.

I really, really want to go.

But just as fast as his disappointment came, it disappeared just like that, being replaced with an expression that can only be described as determination.

"I'm not taking no for an answer," he says stubbornly.

"Harry..." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I'm literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Why not? What have you got home that you can't do in LA?"

"You can't expect me to drop everything and go to LA with you for two weeks! You're not even going to be there most of the time anyway!" It's true. I saw that the boys have a photoshoot and a few interviews lined up over the next two weeks.

"You didn't answer my question though," he presses.

"You know I have that major exam coming up that I didn't even start studying for yet," I concede.

"While I'm pretty sure that you aren't exactly being honest about that, you've got your books, why can't you do it at my house?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, Harry, but you're a distraction."

"Fair enough," he agrees, "but I promise not to interfere. I'll even babysit while you study!"

I raise an eyebrow at his bold offer. What is he up to? I'm intrigued...

"Ok...but what about the dance studio? My students probably have abandonment issues by now and I promise them that they would compete in the dance competition this year. Can't exactly choreograph and coach from LA, now can I?"

"Already have that figured out," he says confidently and I cross my arms over my chest, clearly interested in what he has to say. The way he sounds so prepared leads me to think that this wasn't any impulsive decision but one that was planned strategically enough so that I have a hard time finding an excuse not to go.

I find myself strangely loving the fact that he went through all of this just to get me to go to LA with him.

But why?

"I called...." he pauses, seeming to be thinking before continuing, "Nathan, yes that's his name, Nathan!, and he's happy to hold on for you at work for a bit longer"

I felt my jaw drop, "You called who?"

"Nathan," he says simply, "Isn't that his name? I could've sworn he said his name was Nathan"

"How did you get his number?"

He replies confidently with a smirk, "I'm a very resourceful man, you know Mia. I have my ways"

"So in other words, you asked Lily who possibly went through my phone and gave you Nathan's number," I stated and he playfully frowns.

"You know, maybe for once in your life...can you try to not bruise my ego?"

"Um-" I pretend to think about it, "Nah, I don't think I can do that" I tease and Mari giggles between us at our exchange.

"So what do you say? Come to LA with me?" he asks again and I'm quick to protest but he shuts me down.

"But what about the dance comp-"

"You didn't let me finish...Nathan said that if you can start choreographing the routine and film it, he will gladly teach it to your class"

I can't count the number of times I've been left speechless ever since Harry came back into my life. The way he speaks so confidently and sounds so prepared for every excuse ready to leave my mouth leads me to believe that he's been planning this for a while.

"You can use my gym if you'd like for practicing- or anywhere in the house- wherever you like, and of course I'll be filming-" I roll my eyes playfully, "so you have nothing to worry about!"

My first instinct is to sprout more excuses, more reasons as to why this is a bad idea and I shouldn't go but standing in the middle of this nearly empty room with all the reasons why I should go, I'm finding it hard to choose one.

I mean, he basically had everything planned out. And he is right, there is nothing that I had to do back home that I can't do at his house.

But there's still a voice in the back of my head saying that this is going to be a disaster.

And then...there was a third voice that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out of me.

"Uh uh, not today! You're getting on that plane even if I have to drag you on myself,"

A/N
What do you think? Will she go? Who knows..

Also, I just want to say thank you to my readers, even the quiet ones...I SEE YOU, who have been patient with me.

Until next time...