I stirred awake when my phone began to ring on the nightstand.

I let it go to voicemail as I nuzzled closer to my pillow, but a quiet groan caused me to freeze in my spot and slowly tilt my head upwards. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw I was pressed against Harry's side.

But that was not all that surprised me.

His lips twitched into a smile and he shifted on the bed slightly, making me jump when I heard his deeply husky voice in his sleep. "Mm. I missed you too, Mads."

My eyes widened in shock and my mouth felt like the Sahara desert. "Oh my god." I mouthed in horror. I realized my leg was straddling his own and my hand flew to my mouth when a slight poke was felt against my thigh. I squeezed my eyes shut and just prayed that he left his phone in his pocket or something, because if it is what I think it is, we are going to have a huge problem - not including the one in his pants.

I carefully slid myself away from his warm body out of panic and that resulted in me falling over the edge of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.

I groaned and held my shoulder in pain. "Fuck."

My phone started to ring again and I had to reach up from the floor to grab it, huffing as I answered the call.

"Hello?" I whispered into the phone, trying to mask the unidentified emotions I was feeling.

"Finally! I've been trying to reach you all morning. Did you forget we have training?" Nick spoke quickly from the other line.

I pull the phone away from my ear and curse when I saw it was almost eight in the morning. "Shit. Uh, I'll be there in twenty." I tell him hurriedly, hanging up and putting my phone back on the nightstand before I got up from the floor.

I rolled my lips into my mouth as I glance at Harry, seeing he was still fast asleep and now cuddling with a stuffed build-a-bear Nick had gotten me for my birthday last year. While I was still flustered from what I had woken up to hearing and seeing, I had to admit he looked cute, even asleep.

If he was dreaming about me and he was hard then...oh god.

I shake those thoughts away violently and hurry to the bathroom. I do everything I need to in there before rushing towards my closet and finding a pair of leggings and shirt for training, focusing on getting out of this apartment.

Settling with a navy blue pair of leggings and a tight black shirt, I change in my closet and slide my hunter boots on over a pair of black ankle socks. Lastly, I tie my hair up into a ponytail and grab my bag, keys, and phone before leaving my room, carefully closing the door so I don't wake Harry.

Louis and Riley were still passed out on my living room floor, so I was careful not to let the front door slam behind me as I left.

• • •

"I'm here!" I shouted out of breath as I walked awkwardly towards the rink from the locker room, nearly tripping since I was in my skates.

Nick's head turns to me and a look of relief floods his face. "Thank god. I thought you got hit by a car or something"

I chuckled lowly to myself. "I definitely got hit by something this morning."

Nick weirdly glances at me before shaking my comment off. "Alright. Today, Erica said to practice doing one of our easier routines and we will work our way up, so I thought we would start with our routine from the twenty-fourteen olympics."

I nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him into the rink. I needed to get my mind off of this morning, and skating was probably the only way to do that. "Yeah. Let's start with that."

"Damn, no need to hurry. We haven't even stretched yet." He chuckled, pulling my arm back lightly before I could get into the rink. "What's the rush?"

I turn around and see him switching from confused to concerned. "Nothing. To the studio we go." I sighed, passing him and walking to the studio.

A wave of relief flushed over me when I saw that it was empty, so I started with getting into a front split on the floor.

"You're weirder than usual this morning. Is this because of our conversation about Harry yesterday? Because if it made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry-"

"It didn't make me uncomfortable, Nick. I got my period last night so yeah, I'm feeling a little off." I cut him off. I didn't technically lie, though. Yeah, my period is part of the reason I'm feeling jumpy and anxious, but there are clearly other things on my mind at the moment.

Nick did not look convinced, but thankfully he didn't try to dig for another answer. "I know you're lying, but I also know you haven't had your coffee yet so I'll leave it alone...for now."

I sigh and switched to a middle split and crawled into a straddle, resting my forehead on the floor with my arms straight above my head, feeling my lower back stretch out.

The rest of the twenty minutes of us in the studio were fairly quiet before we were both ready to head onto the ice.

Nick eyes me weirdly as I stumbled my way towards the ice. "Are you sure this isn't about Harry? Because I know for a fact something is wrong."

I stayed quiet, but I guess that was just a confirmation for him. "Ah. So your mood does have something to do with pretty boy over there."

I scoffed and denied his correct assumption. "No."

He gave me the 'I'm not stupid' look. "Did he find out you still like him or something and you got rejected?"

"What? No! I don't like him like that anymore. I just-" I sighed and gave up on trying to lie to him. "Everyone ended up staying the night and I woke up in my bed this morning...next to Harry."

Nick gasped, and I already knew what he was going to ask. "No, we didn't sleep together."

His face fell. "Damn. Continue."

I ran a hand down my face. "I can't believe I'm about to tell you this." I mumbled, preparing for his dramatic ass reply before I could begin. "I woke up and we were very close. He said something in his sleep..." I trailed off, feeling awkward as I remember the entire thing.

"What did he say?" Nick leaned in in anticipation.

"I missed you too, Mads." I told him.

Nick looked unfazed. "That's it? You're freaking out over him having a dream about you?"

"It's not just that, Nick." I groaned in frustration, ready to pull my hair out. "He-he had a..." I couldn't even finish my words. I was still in shock from it all.

Nick raised a brow and urged me to continue. "A what?"

Screwing my eyes shut very tightly, I rest my head in my hands. "A boner." I mumbled.

"A what?" He asked me to repeat.

"A boner." I lift my head up and say it again, a little too loudly this time. Nick's eyes nearly fell out of his head and he smacked his hand over his mouth before dropping it and letting out the loudest laugh I've ever heard.

"Oh my god!" He cackled.

"It's not funny." I cover my face in embarrassment.

I peak through my fingers and see him on the floor holding his stomach while he continued to laugh like I had just told him the funniest joke in the world.

I look around and see people staring us weirdly. I just flash them a smile and kick Nick's side lightly so he could get up. "Alright, that's enough. Get up, please, so we can do this."

Nick calmed down slightly and got off of the floor, following me onto the ice as he continued to clutch his stomach from laughter.

"Your ex had a wet dream about you!" He bursted with laughter again. His choice of words had me turning around and slapping my hand over his mouth.

"Would you shut up? Don't bring this up to anyone. I mean it." I tell him seriously. "Harry can't know, Nick. I don't want him to feel embarrassed. He felt embarrassed enough when I found out he masturbated while thinking of me." I added in accidentally, quickly cupping my mouth. Shut the fuck up, Maddie.

"When was this?!" Nick shrieks, ready to start laughing again.

"Last week. Please, do not repeat any of this to anyone." I begged, skating backwards as he skated towards me.

"Obviously, I'm not gonna say anything. I had a wet dream about you once in high school." He tells me shamelessly. He almost looked proud to be telling me that.

I cringe and make a disgusted face. "Are you serious? I could have gone my entire life without hearing that."

"And I could have gone my entire life without having a dream I had sex with my best friend. Things change, baby." He says.

"Don't call me baby ever again." I say, still grossed out from his confession. I will be adding that to the list of awkward things I have experience today, and I have only been up for two hours.

"No promises. Now let's do this routine so I can go back home and sleep." Nick sighs, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes from all of his annoying laughter.

"Couldn't agree more." I muttered, turning around and skating forward, warming up on the ice.

"Who knows? Maybe I'll have a wet dream about you, Harry, and me."

"Nicholas!"

• • •

When I got home, I was honestly still expecting to see Louis, Zayn, and Riley on the floor, but they weren't. Instead, I found my living room returned the way it was, blankets and pillows all put away nicely where they belonged.

I went into Brandon's room to see if he came home yet, but his room was empty, meaning he was still at Anna's.

I entered my room in exhaustion and I noticed my bed was completely made, looking a lot neater than how I usually fix it. Next to my bed was a green sticky note on my nightstand.

A smile crept on my face as I read the note, but I quickly caught myself and set the note down, falling forward onto my bed and groaning into my blanket.

Why is everything he does so fucking cute? Why can't he be an asshole like every other ex I've had? He's literally impossible to not like, and it is frustrating me because I know deep down my feelings for him are not completely gone.

Instead of overthinking everything, I took a relaxing hot shower and sat in my room reading a book Louis let me borrow. I ended up finishing it, so I decided to go for a walk to trade it for a different one. That guy's room is like a library.

"Thank you. Did you like it?" Lou asked me as he led me into the apartment. I leaned forward over the counter and rested my chin in my hand.

"Loved it." I told him as he walked to his room to put it away and grab a new one. As I waited, the front door behind me opened, and in walked the one person who has been on my mind all day.

"Hey." Harry greeted with a smile, closing the door behind him.

I just shoot him a forced and awkward smile. "Hi." I mumbled, my voice cracking. So much for not being weird about this morning.

"Here you go." Louis returned, handing me a book titled Every Last Lie.

"Wow. Do you have every book by Mary Kubica?" I asked, since the last book he suggested was by the same author.

"Yes." Louis moaned. "She's one of my favorite writers."

"I can tell." I snickered, glancing at the back of the book. "Well, thank you. I will start reading this tonight."

Harry stood next to me and leaned against the counter, and I just gave him the same timid smile before leaving their apartment. I don't know how I'm going to be able to be around him when all I can think about is this morning. Yeah, it's completely normal to have a sex dream so I don't know why this was bothering me so much.

I just wanted things to be normal again, and whatever I was feeling towards Harry kept interfering with that.

• • •