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The uncomfortable silence had me in a death grip and I wanted to escape desperatly. Ten minutes had passed and I couldn't take it any longer. The middle aged couple opposite of us had been giving us snarky looks on and off ever since they caught us in action.

"You wanna... take off?" I whispered so the older couple wouldn't hear my suggestion.

"You bet."

Harry climbed out of the barrel first and I was close behind him. I felt the couple staring at our backs as we jogged back inside the buidling.

"Fun couple, almost as fun as us." Harry joked and rolled his eyes. I laughed. Harry gave me a peck on the cheek, grabbed his towel on the chair where he had thrown it earlier and dissapperad into the boys' changing room. I stayed still for a second, feeling the touch of his cold lips from the chilly outside air on my face, before I grabbed my own towel as well and went to leave for the girls'. I pushed the door halfway open, slunk in and changed into my dry clothes quickly. I pushed up the door to the pool again, let go making it slam before me and turned 90 degrees to my right, pushing another door open.
I leaned toward the klinker wall and observed his back as he studied himself in the mirror for a minute. I was standing wryrly behind him so I didn't show in the reflection. I stood like that for a while, studying the wet strands of hair hanging in front of his face. They hadn't had time to curl up in their usual way yet. He sweeped the hair out of his eyes and his entire face showed. His expression was pretty emotionless as he pinched himself a bit of skin on his hip.

"Knock knock." I tapped on the wall and he breathed in harshly and look startled. He let out his abrupt gasp of air and blinked slowly in relief a few times. I chuckled and walked over to him and pinched the same piece of skin he had just done.

"This is the boys' you know that right? Or did the cold go straight to your head?" Harry asked and gave me a meaning look.

"I missed you a lot." I hummed and felt his hip skin between my fingers. It wasn't much to hold on to.

"What if you get caught?" Harry smirked and looked down in my face. I on the other had was still keeping my head down, watching his abs and sharp v-line.

"There's no one here besides that dull couple. They won't come in for a while. They finally got rid of us, I think they want to stay out for a bit."

A giggle slipped out from Harry's lips and he started kissing my forehead.

"Ash?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna go for a shower I'll be right back." He smirked and drifted out of my grip. I stretched my arms out for him but wasn't able to catch him and pull him back.

"What, I don't get to join you?"

But Harry just smiled misheviously and dissappeared behind the shower curtain. His swimming trunks flew over the top and landed on the floor outside the showed. I groaned quietly and sat down on the locker room bench. I watched myself in the mirror infront of me. My jet black hair hung in wet waves around my face down to my chest. My light brown eyes pierced the glass and stared back at me intense. Why did I look so harsh? I tried to smile a bit. It didn't look legit so I stopped. My cheeks were red from the cold, but the rest of me was pale. It was winter after all. A few birthmarks painted a scattered trail of dots from my left temple down to my neck on the same side. In the mirror I saw the swimming shorts dissappear into the cover of the shower curtain again. My head turn rapidly when I heard something that sounded like a door nearby slamming. My heart dropped to my stomach when I saw a shadow move towards me coming from the direction of the door to enter the locker room. I paniced. It was probably the male half of the middleaged couple that wasn't very fond of us! I quickly looked around and realized I had only one hope. I run the few steps left to the shower room and hopped into the nearest shower, I didn't have time to seek up another one. A chocked Harry stare at my sudden apperance and I put my mouth over his mouth before he had time to make a sound.

"Shush!" I hushed. Harry rose his eyebrows at me meanwhile I was staring up at the ceiling. I was stomping with my foor impatiently waiting for the man to get ready and leave. On a scale from 1-10 on how happy he would be to see us again I think I would have to go with a negative. I gave Harry a meaning look and nodded at him to make sure he understood where I was going. He nodded back and I removed my hand from his mouth.

"Who said there wouldn't be anyone here?" Harry whispered ironically and choked a laughter. I was this close to smacking him somewhere in his face.

"I didn't think they would be done so quickly! Oh god."

"Really?!" I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him in the face multiple times. "That's amazing!"

"It's 7pm and the ski slopes are closing down soon, so we don't have time to hit them today anyways. I heard the hotel has a hot tub, do you wanna go? We'll go up to the lodge afterwards." Harry suggested.

"Sounds perfect. But how do we get up to the top if the lifts are closing?"

"They keep one open for the top lodges."

We took out our swimming wear that we had packed just in case and put our suitcases in a luggage room and went to search for the hot tub that was rumoured to be around here somewhere. Harry pointed towards a sign that said "Spa Area". We followed it and found what looked like the entrance. We stepped up to the desk.

"There's no one else here at the moment, we're almost closing." The lady behind the counter winked and handed us a locker key each. "You're lucky."

We said thank you and moved on to the locker rooms. Harry gave me a peck on the cheek and dissappeared into the boys' changing room. I push the door into the girls' up and step inside. I changed quickly into my bikini because I didn't like the dead silence. I grabbed a towel on my out to the hot tub and saw Harry came out through his door at the exact same time. He had his towel thrown over his shoulder and with a smirk he tossed it onto one of the wooden chairs and reveladed his toned upper body.

"I missed you." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I was only gone for what couldn't have been more than two minutes."

"Doesn't matter, I missed you anyway."

I kissed him on the lips and then took his hand to pull him with me down in the... Um where was the hot tub?

"I don't see a hot tub anywhere?" I looked up in Harry's face and he seemed just as confused as me.

"Me neiter..." He mumbled and wrinkled his forehead in deep concentration. His eyebrows quickly shot up when he spotted something.

"It's outside!" He exclamied.

"It's what?"

"Outside! I bet it's one of those hot tubs that are just standing out in the snow!"

We passed through the doors where the hot tub was supposed to be and saw a wooden barrel with steam reeking from the ice blue water surface. The snow was freezing cold and pretty slippery. We made our way over what almost passed as ice at this point and a few feet away from the barrel I felt the ground slipping away beneath me.

"Hey!" Harry shouted and something with long skinny fingers caught my upper arm. Harry had grabbed me last second and I managed to not fall down on my ass. Harry helped me lift myself back up again.

"Slippery?"

"Shut up."

The hot water embraced my cold skin and I sunk down onto the sit platform with closed eyes.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Harry said. Even with my eyes shut I could hear he was smirking.

"Mm..." I hummed and sunk down even further so the water reached up to my chest.

"Do you know what else feels good?"

"Hmm, what.." I mumbled. A shiver shot through my neck down to my toes when something cold but soft met the skin below my chin. Quiet as hell Harry had moved to my side and started to kiss the skin that was left above the water surface. He now warm hand rested on my thigh heavily. One by one he placed kisses down my neck to my chest. The collarbone kisses made me subtle moans leave my lips involuntarily. That was until another couple coughed to draw our attention. We both looked up and saw a middle aged man and woman who also wanted to join. Shyly we smiled and Harry quickly straighten up his posture, from sitting leaned over me giving me pleasure. I felt my cheeks heat up like a toaster and I turned my face to Harry and mimed.

"Oops."

Harry read my lips perfectly and shrugged his shoulder in response. "What to do?"

I woke up tangled into Harry's shirt. My hand was fisting the fabric by his hip and my other hand was snuck up under it. His skin was warm. Which made me assume that my hand was pretty cold. Why he let me touch him I had no idea. I would have shoved his hand away in a matter of seconds.

"Oh you're up?" Harry smirked and sipped on his waterbottle. "I was wondering if you were doing it in your sleep or if you were actually awake."

"I was asleep." I hummws and let his shirt go. When I fell asleep I must have tumbled to the side and ended up with my head in his lap. For the second time today. I stretched my arms and twisedt my upper body a few times side to side to crack my back, which was feeling pretty stiff after lying in such a wry angle.

"We're about to land so... nevermind your stuff is already gathered." He laughs and puts the bottle down on his armrest.

"I slept the entire flight?" I asked confused and my eyes widened.

"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you up."

"But what have you been doing the whole time?"

Harry smiled mischievously and snuck his seatbelt back on, and I did the same.

"Not a lot."

"God I have to stop sleeping."

The plane came down and we waited for so long we were the last people left. Neither of us were big fans of crowds, which was understandable. So we let the others pass so we didn't have to hustle through the corridor. We, especially Harry, got mobbed by enough crowds of fans as it was. Harry who was sat in the seat closest to the passage got up first and I followed right behind him. I snuck my hand into his and he dragged me along the narrow aisle. We nodded politly to the flight attendents and skipped down the stairwell from the plane. The baggage had already started to arrive when we got into the airport. Our bags arrived pretty quickly and we went outisde to catch a cab to the ski slops.

"Hotel Belvedere." Harry said and in the blink of an eye we were on our way. I looked out the window and see nothing but snow everywhere I sweep with my eyes. Harry put his arm around my shoulders and I leaned back into him and snuggled up in his neck and chin. He didn't have time to shave this morning so his skin was a bit rough, like sandpaper. But it wasn't too bad, his facial hair didn't grow so fast. Harry kissed the top of my head and I kept looking out the car at the beautiful, completely white view infront of me.

-

The hotel was lying straight ahead of us and it was just to walk up to it. With my suitcase in one hand I walked by Harry's side up to what must be the entrence to the lobby. We stepped inside and spotted the reception right away. Harry walked over, meanwhile I stood still mesmerized. The lobby was big and bright, the walls white like snow with strands of dark wood covering parts of the lower half of the walls. Black chairs and sofas filled the front of the room and in the back to the left there was a large scale fireplace sparkeling in its full glory. My eyes stopped at the fire, studying the red and orange flames licking the insides of the stove built up by brown bricks. After a few moments I shook my head to get out of the trance and kept on discovering the lobby's features. I took a tiny step with my foot and heard the floor creak. I shone up in a smile, what's a ski trip without creaking wooden floor? I twisted my toes on the surface for a moment to make it creak a few more times. A black cat with white spots sat on a pedestal and watched over the guests in the room. He, or she, seemes friendly but I didn't want to try anything. A big painting of a ski lodge hung above the blonde receptionist Harry was talking to and I couldn't help but sigh and wish we would get a ski lodge of our own, me and Harry. I knew they had those at this hotel, but they weren't available very often. A lot of couples wanted them, so it all basically came down to luck.

Harry spun around and walked back to me, who was captured by the beauty of the room. I didn't notice his presence until he gave me a peck on the lips to wake me up from my thoughts.

"Oh, hey!" I greeted and looked at him briefly by reflex, before I switched back to scan the room for more details.

"What can possibly be so interesting?" Harry asked after a few seconds when I wouldn't stop staring.

"Look at the fireplace!" I pointed toward the corner where it was located and broke out in a smile and laughed happily. I was way too excited.

"I see it." Harry chuckled and took me by the hand and tried to made me turn around so he could guide me out of the lobby.

"Ash!" He sighed when he was able to make my body spin around but not my head. In a 180 degree angle I was still captured in the vibrancy of the fireplace. I felt two largs hand on each one of my cheeks and before I knew it I was facing the entrance door instead.

"Guess what!" Harry said enthusiastichally. His eyes sparkled like a kid's on Christmas Day, when they found the presents under the tree in the living room.

"I don't know!" I was dragged into his enhusiasm and I was this close to hitting him to make him tell me what was so exciting.

"Guess what room we got!"

"A ski lodge?!"

"Not just any ski lodge!" Harry was almost bouncing up and down at this point like a basketball. "The one on the top of the mountain!"

Harry clears his throat and yells out a loud "HEY!" to catch everybody's attention. The girly voices die out and the gate is dead quite for a second, before Harry starts to speak again.

"If you want pictures we can take a quick group shot but I really have to go."

The girls seem to listen this time, they line up next to him and around him and push on eachother in order to get closest to Harry. I can see he swings back and forth i the mass almost losing his balance. But it's impossible for him to fall over because he's surrounded by girls that holds him up. A million cameras are being held out to me at the same time and I don't know which one to pick.

"Take one and they'll have to send the picture to one another afterwards." Harry demands and I choose a camera at random. Some girls protest but go silent quickly when they get devil looks from those who's not complaining and just want a damn picture.

"Smiiile!" I say before I click the button and the flash goes off. Someone runs up to me and take the camera and I assume it's her camera so I let it be.

"Can we go now?" I mouth the words and nod towards the desk were you board the plane. All the girls were busy checking if they look good on the photo, so I tip around them on my toes to not disturb them and put any ideas into their heads, like more pictures, or autographs. When I'm past them I grab Harry by the hand and we almost sprint to the boarding entrance. The girls are too slow and realize they won't be able to catch up with us before we're there.

"Tickets and passports please?" The lady behind the desk asks. Harry pulls out the tickets again and the passports from a different pocket and we're allowed on board without questions. Giggeling and smiling we run through the corridors that are leading to the plane. We made it. We got to the flight in time despite the fact that we overslept and we're attacked by fans. When we reach the actual plane everybody's already seated so we don't have to hustle to find our seats. We flop down in the chair next to each other and exhale loudly at the same time. It makes me laugh it's contagious and makes Harry laugh as well. He sighs.

"Finally, it's you and me now." He caresses my arm with the tip of his finger and I see him shine up in a smirk. "Can you believe it?"

"No." I giggle and observe the way he slowly moves his finger up and down my forearm. I tickles, but in a good way. "Too good to be true."

Harry laughs and kisses me on the cheek. "We have a long flight ahead of us."

I yawn and stretch my arms up in the air.

"You got to be kidding me."

"What?" I look at him wondering.

"You slept all night and all the way here!"

"Oh. But I took a sleeping pill. It takes some time for them to stop working."

"But you've been wide awake since we left the cab!"

"You can get sudden hits of alertness for short periods but then they kick in again."

Harry sighs again and leans back in his seat. "As I was saying, this is our first trip away together. I really think we could both use a break from everything, I-"

I don't listen any further as I fall asleep folded in my seat. I hear a distant monotone voice that keeps talking before I pass out completely. Instead I see snowy mountain tops and white fir-tree's before my eyes. I'm dreaming about the trip already. This will be good for both of us. Unconsiously the corners of my mouth pull up in a smile.

Aisha

"I..." I squint with my eyes and the bright light hurts. What is that? It's...snow? Why don't I see it in stripes like I'm looking out through the blinds hanging by the hotel window? Confused I lift my head up a little and give myself some time to get used to the brightness. I wish you could adjust the daylight yourself but there's no such thing in real life. I give up and flip over to my other side instead. It's not as bright, so I try to open my eyes. I see a grey shirt and get even more confused. This is definitly not my bed. But I'm resting on something soft and comfortable, so I don't mind. But I'm curious so I turn my head and almost jump up and knock our faces together when I see Harry's head sacking from his neck. His eyes are closed and he's breathing really slow. He's asleep. The curls are hanging in thin air, gently swinging back and forth because we're moving. I chuckle and lift myself up and give him a kiss on the nose. He flinches and wakes up by the light touch. He had not been deep sleeping.

"Huh." He blinks and tries to open his eyes properly. Whatever we're in it stops while he's still a bit dazed from waking up and both of us get throwed in a forward motion and then pops back in original position.

"We're here!" Harry's suddenly very awake and is almost jumping in his seat. He's bouncing on his feet and it makes his legs move, which cause my head which is laying in his very comfortable lap bop up and down.

"Where?" I ask as I sit up and rub my eyes.

"The airport Ash!"

"The what, the AIRPORT?" In the blink of an eye I'm wide awake as well. "We overslept?!"

"YOU SLEPT ALL THE WAY HERE!" He exclaims and hops out of the cab I've notived we're apperantly in.

"But how did we, what did you-" Confused I hop out after him and run to the trunk where Harry's standing, accepting the suitcases from  the driver.

"You shouldn't take those sleeping pills when we have to catch a flight in the morning. I had to carry you down!"

Speechless I stare at him as he carries one suitcase in each hand up on the sidewalk. I think I dropped my jaw because I feel a light puff of air whirl around in my mouth. I close it because I assume I look pretty dumb. How did he carry me down from the 14th floor? In his arms? Over his shoulder? Did he have any help? Was it all him? I put my hand on my forehead, so many questions. And I wasn't even saying them out loud so it's not like I got any answers.

"Come on now!" He waves at me to move. I understand we're in a rush so I do as he says. Luckily for us the check-in is empty, perhaps because we're most likely the last passangers for our flight. When we've checked in and dropped off our bags we run through airport security. Harry gets stopped in the thing that beeps if you're wearing any metallic objects (I don't know what they are called) and it turns out he forgot to put his belt on the x-ray thingy. Impatiently I stomp with my foot as I wait for the guards to let him through for the second time. This time it goes well and we keep moving. When we show up at the gates we realize there are a million. Harry checks which pocket he put the tickets in and pull them up. As we study the flight information we don't notice how someone, or several people sneak up behind us.

"It's Harry Styles!" A girl with a shrill voice yells in my ear and I almost pee myself from chock. A group of girls that must be her friends or something like that surrond us in a circle.

"Shit." Harry whisperes and put the tickets away.

"Harry can we have a picture please?"

"Can you sign this?"

"Look!" Harry exclaims and puts his arm up in the air for attention. "I'm willing to take pictures, but it has to go quickly, I have a flight to catch."

"Harry!" The girls scream again in chorus and I have to put my hands over my ears. I can't stand high pitched teenage girl voices. They seem to ignore his request completely like they didn't even hear what he said. Everyone shoves pieces of paper, shoes and even bras up in his face for him to sign and flashes go off everywhere. I close my eyes as well and turn my face to the ground. How are we supposed to make our flight now? The plane leaves in ten minutes and you have to board before it takes off. No ski trip in the Alps for us.

December 19th, 2012.

Harry:

I roll out of bed unconsiously but wake up when I hit the floor with a thomp. It doesn't hurt, as I still have the duvet wrapped around me like an egg roll. Sleepy I push myself up on my elbows and look around the room for a clock. The bright light from the snow shines in through the not fully closed blinds and forces me to squint. The white walls of the room reflecting it doesn't help either. I gasp when I see four red digital numbers light up on the night stand.

"Oh shit!" I get up so fast I slip on the duvet and fall sideways onto the bed and sink down in the soft matress. I struggle a bit to get back control and crawl over to the still sleeping beauty.

"Ash, Ash wake up!" I yell and shake her relaxed body. She doesn't wake up.

"Damn sleeping pills." I say out loud frustrated, I can't wake her up. To be so small those white things could be pretty strong. Especially for a thin, short girl like Aisha. The smaller you are the more they affect you. I let her sleep for another minute while I gather our suitcases and place them at the door so we can simply grab them on our way out. The plane leaves in an hour and I'm stressed out of my mind. We were supposed to leave 50 minutes ago. Irritated I aim a kick at the wardrobe on my way back to Ash. My toe starts to hurt but I don't care. It was a good pain. It made me angry and I always did things faster when I was angry. It doesn't take to long to get to JFK from here, we could still make it.

"Ash you neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed to wake up now." I whine and slap her gently on the cheeks and lift up her eyelids. Her hazel orbs stare empty at me. I quickly close her eyes again, the death glance made me uncomfortable. I preferred when they were full of life. I realize that if we're going to make the flight, we have to get moving NOW. There's no time to lie around waiting.

"Okay lets go." I cheer on myself. I slide my arms under her and lift her body up and throw her over my shoulder. She's not so heavy. I walk across the room and I fling the door open. On my way out I grab one suitcase in each hand as I balance her on my shoulder, praying I won't drop her. She's out like a light, I don't understand how it isn't possible to shake even the slightest bit of conciousness into her. I need to drop one bag to push the elevator button, but after that it goes pretty smooth. The lobby doors open automatically on the way out and Ash is still lying tossed over my shoulder. With a last great effort I get out on the sidewalk and wave for a cab to pull over. A yellow one slows down and nods at me to hop in, while rising his eyebrows in a questioning motion. I know it looks weird, I have a passed out girl on my arm. But there's no need to point it out. The cab driver is nice enough to take the bags meanwhile I gently lift Ash off my shoulder and lay her down in the backseat. I hop in after her and place her head in my lap, so she can keep sleeping. Hopefully she wakes up before we get to the airport. Otherwise I will have a great challenge ahead of me. Her eyelids flutter, that's a good sign. That means she's not deep sleeping. I stroke a strand of hair from her eyes and study the colour of her face features. Light pink lips, black eyelashes, very pale cheeks. Blood flow isn't as good when you're asleep. I bend down and kiss her softly. She hums something unhearable and I wonder what she's dreaming about. It seemed to make her a bit anxious because her body twitches on and off for a minute.

"JFK Airport!" I inform and sink down in the car seat, exhausted from the struggle of getting a girl and two suitcases down from the 14th floor. I know it doesn't take more than 15 minutes to the aiport, but I feel so drowsy. I can't let myself close my eyes. Without realizing the shut anyway and before I know it I've fallen asleep again. Even though I woke up no later than less than half an hour ago.

I stare at the white jar. Third time this week. I usually don't have to take them that often. I take a pill out and lay it on the bench. With a smash from my fist white dust shatters everywhere. I sweep it down in my glass of water before swallowing everything in one swoop. I put the glass down with a thud on the kitchen counter and return to the bed that awaits. Harry's already in it. His hair in a mess on top of his head and feet outside the end of the duvet.

"Did you finish packing?" He asks and gives me a meaning look. I stop breathing for a moment and my mind goes blank. I can almost hear the sound of crickets in there.

"N...o..." I whisperer and look down at the floor. I'm barefoot with a scrape on one of my toes. It's bleeding and leaves red traces on the other toe next to it. Not much, but visable. How did that happened? I can't even remember hitting it on anything. I had a high threshold for pain. It had to hurt major to make me shed tears.

"But oh my god." Harry sighs and gets out of his comfortable position under the covers. He's in his underwear only. He sleeps in them. The contrasts of his chiseled upper body shows clearly in the light from the lamp on the night stand. I glare at his strong back for a minute. His shoulder blades peek nicely out from his skin. I shake my head to come back to my senses. I kind of lose myself for a bit every time I observe him when there's no one around to tell me to stop. I move a bit closer up behind him and drag my finger carefully along his hip.

"It tickles!" He laughs and grabs my wrist to make it stop. He has a firm grip, but it doesn't hurt. He knows how much strenght to use. For a boy he was very ticklish. If you knew the right places. "Help me with the packing instead. YOUR packing."

"But it's practially done!" I throw my hands out from my body in a dejected gesture. I couldn't possibly think of more things to throw in there. I had clothes, hairbrush, toothpaste, sheets...

"Do you have a toothbrush?"

I freeze for 0.5 seconds before I run into the bathroom and come out with my blue toothbrush and toss it in the suitcase.

"So! Sleep!"

"Wait I-" He keeps refolding the clothes I had already folded once. He can be such a perfectionist. Not that I was any worth at folding shirts but can he let my clothes be for just once? For God's sake. He's focused and has his tounge peeking out from between his lips. He does that when he's concentrated but doesn't know he does. The curls on his head are hanging over his face and in his eyes. Both hands too busy to sweep them away.

"S-L-E-E-P." I pull on Harry and push him down on the bed to make him stop packing. The only thing that seems to work on him. He lands on his back but his head misses the pillow so he has to relocate himself. His abs tighten when he pushes himself further up on the matress. I can't help but stare. I jump in the bed myself and make the entire matress bounce up and down in waves.

"Are you happy?"

"Very. Now close your eyes, so we don't oversleep tomorrow." I put my fingertips on his eyelids and shut them. When that's done I snuggle up in his arms so my back touches his front. He's warm, like a toaster that has just been in use. I feel his breath hit my neck it with long pauses. His breathing is so slow I almost start to worry. But he does it every night. I fall alseep quickly thanks to my sleeping pill. Luckily for me it didn't kick in before I had time to shove Harry to bed. Or else he would have stayed up packing all night.