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together in silence. Harry was always there for me whenever I had a fight with Tristan; just his reassuring presence was enough to help me.
    Tristan was still on my mind as I fell asleep by Harry’s side.

Chapter Four
Home, Sweet Home
    I woke up in a panic, startled by a series of loud bangs. I blinked, confused, and sat up in bed quickly, trying to work out what was going on. Where was I? What time was it? Who was banging on the door like that, for crying out loud?
    I swept a look around the hotel room. Ah, okay. Hotel room. That was one question answered already. Harry was still sleeping peacefully beside me, his green and red tattoo snaking over his chest and shoulder. What I finally recognized as Becca’s muffled voice and continuous banging finally made me snap out of my sleepy daze.
    I leapt up and ran to the door before she could break the damned thing, and threw it wide open. Becca was indeed on the other side, her fist raised ready to pound again, while Jamie stood right behind her, holding two cups of coffee.
    “About time, Joe Gray! I’ve been calling you on the phone and banging on this door
for ever
,” she shouted, exasperatedly. “Everybody is anxious to get back home, you know. Only you and Harry aren’t ready to go. Jamie, give her the coffee. We’re leaving in ten minutes. Hurry upand get Harry ready!” she exclaimed and turned around, speedwalking to the elevator.
    I nodded, even though Becca wasn’t even there any more, and then rubbed my eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away. I still felt so tired. Jamie cleared his throat, a small smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.
    “Here, for you and Harry,” he said, handing me the two cups, and then added smartly, “You look hot waking up.”
    I snorted loudly and in a very unladylike way, thinking that no way in hell would I look good waking up with my bird’s nest hair and the morning breath of doom.
    Jamie shrugged, like he had been enjoying the view very much, no matter what I thought of it, and then gave me a short nod before retreating back into the hallway.
    I closed the door, holding the two cups of coffee, and then it hit me properly that Harry had fallen asleep beside me last night and had never left the room. He was still sleeping right there on the bed, even after Becca’s thunderous knocking a minute ago. I shuffled towards him and put the coffees on the nightstand, watching him sleep. Harry could sleep through a hurricane and not be disturbed by it.
    I passed my hand softly over his face, brushing aside some of his long blond bangs. He blinked and looked at me through half-open eyes.
    “Hey, Harry Bear,” I said quietly. “We need to get ready and leave. Everybody is waiting for us. We overslept.”
    He nodded but made no effort to move, merely blinking lazily at me. Harry was never much of a morning person. He usually woke up in “quiet mode” and needed to gulp down copious amounts of food and coffee before he was ready to talk.
    “Here, some coffee for you, sweetie,” I said, handing him one of the cups. He leaned on his elbows to sip at the coffee and I ran to the bathroom to get myself ready.
    When I came out dressed in fresh clothes, Harry had already left for his room to get ready as well. We met in the lobby a few minutes later, ran together to the bus and climbed up to the second floor to find everybody spread around the couch, waiting patiently for us.
    “Finally!” Sam greeted us, clapping his hands in celebration. “We were considering leaving without you two,” he exclaimed, ruffling his brown curls. And then he teased, “I mean, who needs a bass player really? And Joey … what is it that you do in this band again?”
    “Shut up, numbnuts,” I grumbled, swatting at him and then slumping down on the couch next to Josh. Harry did the same on the other side and we both rested our heads on Josh’s shoulders.
    “How can you two still be tired? You’ve had more sleep than everybody else in here!” Josh