Just My Luck (One Direction)

Chapter 11.

His head snapped to me as his mouth dropped open. I fled the room, tears streaming down my face. I ran into my room, body shaking as I flung myself onto the bed. I didn't even bother to get changed I just got under the cover and curled into a ball.

I heard Harry desperately call out for me but I ignored him, and after a few minutes I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I woke up groggily to the sunlight streaming into the room. I squinted my eyes, feeling a knot in my stomach.

I sat up, unsure of why I felt so sad. I brushed my teeth and hair, and when I unlocked and opened my door everything came rushing back to me.

Harry laid outside my door in an awkward position, fast asleep and lightly snoring. My stomach felt as if it was in knots as I carefully stepped over him and downstairs into the kitchen.

I made my way over to the Chai Latte maker, and quickly turned it on while rubbing my forehead to try and get rid of the pain that was currently taking residence in it.

"Dumb hangover," I muttered and winced when the machine gave off a loud ding. I poured the Chai Latte into a large mug and looked outside the window.

My jaw dropped when I saw outside. The ground was covered in a thick blanket of snow and everything looked do peaceful.

Snow was falling in flurries onto the ground slowly and I found it hard to look away. When I was done my drink I grudgingly headed back up the stairs to my room.

Harry was still outside my room, asleep on the floor, but I knew someone was awake as I heard talking in one of the other rooms. I shrugged it off, going to have a shower.

After my shower my headache had gone and I felt refreshed and a tiny bit happier. I plaited my hair down my back and went into my wardrobe to get something warm to wear.

I pulled out some forest green sweat pants, a black tank top and a giant black hoodie that I stole from Harry during the first few weeks I was here and we were speaking.

I debated whether or not to wear it, turning it over in my hands. I decided against it, not wanting to start anything so I just grabbed one of Niall's hoodies from his wardrobe and threw it on with my other clothes.

When I had fully dressed I walked up to my bedside table, picking up the photo frame with a picture of me and Harry in it and put it on my bed alongside his hoodie. I then took off the string bracelet he gave me when we all went to the fairground together.

As I collected a few more things of his, I felt like we had been boyfriend and girlfriend with the amount of things I had in a bundle.

In two months of knowing each other, we sure had gotten close even though we were only speaking for one of those. I walked out of my room quietly and hearing everyone downstairs I quietly sneaked into Harry and Louis' room.

I laid down all of the things on Harry's bed and sneaked out again. About twenty minutes later, I heard someone come up the stairs and go into a room. What came next I did not expect. I heard a loud noise and a smash.

"Well there goes the photo frame," I mumbled, scrolling through my phone slowly. I jumped when my door was slammed open and an angry Harry was in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" I shouted at him, which angered him even more.

"I said. What. The. Hell. Is. This." He shouted back, his teeth clenched. He held up his hoodie, the broken picture frame, the bracelet and a few other things.

"Your things." I shrugged, looking back at my phone.

"Don't look away from me. I gave these things to you Cristina. They're yours now." He growled as I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Well HAROLD, seeing as you were getting pretty kinky with that randomer last night, and have been ignoring me for the past month, I figured that maybe it was time for me to not give a shit about you, like you clearly don't about me!" I shouted at him, standing up and stomping over to him.

"Are you really that DUMB? You think I don't care about you? Your impossible!" He screamed at me.

"Wow. You really know how to treat a girl right. So, I'm dumb and impossible?" I said angrily.

"Ugh. You don't get it. Cris. I. Like. You. The only reason I ignored you was to give you some god damn space! And she was a bloody MISTAKE last night. I was drunk and angry." He said, starting off angry but slowly quieting down.

Tears were now falling down my face as got on my tip toes and smashed my lips to his.

He hungrily responded, placing his hand on my lower back and pulling me into him as I tangled my hands in his hair.

"Well I guess you guys have finally made up," Niall said by the door as my cheeks burned. Harry pulled me into his chest and chuckled, making me smile too.