Everything You're Not (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Driana's Past.

"Okay, wake up," Harry said in a sing-song voice.

I sighed, not wanting to get up. "What time is it?" I asked.

There was a pause. "7:33 AM. C'mon, get up already! I've been waiting you to wake up for over an hour now!" he exclaimed as if he'd been waiting for the longest time.

My eyes shot open. "7:33 AM!? Like, in the morning!?" I asked, which was a pretty stupid question considering when my eyes open, they were burned by the sunlight that came through the window.

Harry laughed. "Yeah, and I've been waiting since six! C'mon, get up!" he exclaimed, throwing the blanket onto the floor.

I got up. "Ugh, leave me alone!" I yelled. I got off  of the bed and picked up the blanket. "Are the rest of the boys even awake yet?" I asked as I got back to the bed and pulled the blanket back on top of me, burying myself under it.

Harry chuckled a little bit and removed the blanket again. He picked me up from the bed, carrying me on his shoulder. 

"Wh-what are you doing? Put me down!" I yelled, hitting his back.

"Shh! The boys aren't awake yet!" he whispered loudly.

I contemplated hitting him again, but I realized that it would be no good. "Fine, but why are we awake this early?" I asked. 

He put me down in the bathroom and went to grab the doorknob. "We're going somewhere," he said with a smile.

"Where?" I asked.

"We're going for a walk, now go and get ready. Take a shower or do whatever you do in the morning that takes like, an hour," he said, handing me two towels and shutting the door.

My mouth hung open. "I DO NOT TAKE AN HOUR TO GET READY!" I whined in the empty room.

I heard him laugh from the other side. "Yes, you do."

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I got out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my head and a towel wrapped aaround my body. I  checked the time on the clock. 8:23 AM. I walked to the part of the bed where Harry was. He was asleep. I put my mouth close to his ear. "Harry," I whispered. Nothing. "Harry, wake up!" I yelled as loud as I could, causing him to fall off of the bed.

"What was that!?" he asked, frustrated.

"That was me waking you up. I'm done showering and stuff," I said, walking away from him. 

I could hear Harry smirk a little as I opened the drawer, grabbing a pair of jeans and one of Harry's shirts and undergarments. "Um, don't you think that you should go out on clothes first? I mean, it's not THAT hot outside," Harry joked.

I grabbed whatever I could from my drawer and threw it him. "Shut up!" I yelled.

Harry opened up what I threw at him. He held the bra by it's strap and swung it around in circles. "Okay, you're sending me mixed signals, here," he said in a smug tone.

I covered my mouth with my hands as my eyes went wide. "Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed, stomping over to him and snatching it away from him and tucking it into the drawer again.

Harry stood there, waiting for my next move.

I removed my towel from my hair and went for my towel that was wrapped around my, but then I stopped. "Um, you can leave," I said, throwing my wet towel from my hair at him.

He caught it and shook his head. "No way. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," he said with a wink.

I sent him a scowl. "Okay, get out!" I yelled.