Sheltered (h.s)

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I roll over, covering my face with the white duvet. the light shines on my face, causing me to sit up and rub my eyes.

As I pull my hands from my eyes, I become alarmed by my unfamiliar surroundings. I push the blanket back, stepping onto the cool wooden floor. The room I'm in is very well kept. The bed, along with the curtains, are a cream color. I look all around before making my way to the door and grab the silver door handle, I turn it slightly, trying to keep as quiet as possible. I haven't got the slightest idea what the time is, and it would be rude to wake someone.

When I'm finally out of the room, I walk down the hall a bit, peaking over the rail by the stairs. I hear distant talking and stay still as the voice seems to get closer.

"Lou, yeah, I know it's odd. I didn't know what else to do." I'm now able to make out what is being said. It clicks in my head that harry must be on the phone. What's he talking about?

"Yeah, We can still hang out later. Please don't bring the other guys. I don't want them to be rude."

I listen to harry speak, admiring the way his accent makes the words slipping from his mouth sound beautiful. He could say anything and it would sound lovely.

"I'm gonna go, mate, Her door's opened, So I think she may be roaming the house. Yeah, Bye Louis." He stops talking and I hear the sound of his feet on the floor becoming a bit louder. Soon, I see the silhouette of his body against the wall and follow it to him.

"Ah, there you are, Are you okay? " He looks down at me and I nod, messing with the hem of the large t-shirt I have on. "Who were you on the phone with?" I shift on my feet as he leans his side against the wall.

"Louis, It's one of my mates, We're going to hang out in a bit," Harry says casually, slipping his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants.

"Oh, I'll stay up here then," I say, causing his to give me a confused look.

"Why would you stay up here? You can go wherever you want." He smiles at me, touching my arm with care. "I'd prefer you to come down with me while we hang out, He's not bringing anyone else. You Don't have to, though."

"I don't want to bother you," My lips settle into a pout as he enters the room I was sleeping in a few moments ago. I follow behind him, waiting for him to say something.

"You won't be, If I wanted you not to come with me, I would definitely tell you." He states, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Get dressed, though, I'd prefer for my best friend to not see you in just a T-shirt." I nod as he speaks.

"I uh, I don't have any clothes." He stands and walks to the closet opposite of the bed, opening the door.

"Your dad had me bring some of your stuff, We'll go shopping in a few days so you can get some new things." He says, running his hand along the various colors of clothes.

"You don't have to get me anything, I've really got enough," I say and walk over to the closet, causing him to step back a bit. I examine the clothes, many skirts and dresses, along with a few pairs of skinny jeans and tops take off the space of the hangers.

"Well, I'm still taking you shopping, and you will get things. That's final." He says, his voice holding authority as he walks to the door.

"Get dressed, please?" He says, his tone changing to a more calm one.

"I will, sorry," I mutter as he closes the door, leaving me to pick out what I'm going to wear.

******

"Harry?" I say a bit loudly, hearing my voice echo down the hallway. I wait a few moments for a response, and when I don't receive one, I walk down the stairs to the living room, tugging my dress down a bit.

"Oh, there you are," Harry says, dimples indenting his cheeks as he smiles.

"Do I look alright? Or should I go change?" I glance up at him through my thick eyelashes.

"You look beautiful." He smirks, causing my cheeks to darken a bit.

"Louis should be here in a few minutes, do you want anything?" He asks as I lean against the back of the couch.

"Uhm, I want a glass of water, but I can get it myself If you show me where the kitchen is."

"Yeah, okay." He says and motions towards the kitchen.

"Thank you," I say quietly as I walk past him.

As I enter the kitchen, I'm amazed by how beautiful everything is. The counters are made of a dark, almost black marble, and all of the appliances are shiny silver.

I open a few of the white cabinets before finding the one containing glasses. I stand on my tippy-toes, reaching for the nearest one, but fail to grasp it. I huff and whine, before attempting to reach for it again.

As I almost have the glass, Harry appears to me, pulling the clear glass from its place on the shelf. I turn around, his body just inches away from my own.

"T-Thank you," I mutter, looking up at him as he towers over me. "No problem," He speaks quietly, leaning down a bit.

His lips brush mine as he leans down. I stay still for a moment, causing him to pull back slightly before his lips captured mine in a sweet kiss.