Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

22. What Makes You Beautiful

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Chapter 22

What Makes You Beautiful

"Great..." I said to myself and threw my arms out. "Just great..."

I really wasn't in the mood of playing. Definitely not. Just as I had begun to get some control over my racing thoughts, this happened. I sighed heavily, quickly picking up the small white towel from the floor and wrapping it around my freezing body. It reached me just below the bum, leaving my newly shaved legs bare. Small goosebumps started to appear on my skin as tiny water drops started falling down my body. Oh gosh, how I wished I could put on my jeans and a big and comfy sweatshirt! All I had left was a pair of small panties and a white lace bra. And I hated those underwear! It was like something you saw all these popular girls in movies wear and it made me look like an idiot. Gosh, stupid Alex! How could he buy me stuffs like that? And why was I still using them!?

I whipped the water off my legs and my stomach before putting on the white underwear. I just had to walk back to my room and take out some new clothes from my suitcase that I'd left on the bed. And no one would have to see me in those silly underwear! It was the ultimate plan for one of the most awkward moments in my life. I mean, just the thoughts of one of the guys grabbing my clothes and underwear from the floor made me blush. And what if Harry...? Oh no...! Harry had taken my clothes! Of course he had. It all made sense. He was playing this game with me when he tried to make me admit that I was madly in love with him and that's why he had stolen my clothes. It was just a part of his master plan. Oh, that little...!

I stormed out of the bathroom to grab new clothes from the suitcase, but stopped in my tracks as I entered the bedroom. Of course, the suitcase was gone. The bed was empty and I had no clothes. The bed was empty and I. Had. No. Clothes. Just the stupid underwear! Oh, please, someone save me from this madness!

I stomped back through the bathroom, almost forgetting that I was only wearing my silly white lace underwear as I unlocked the door into Harry's room and threw it open. A dust of chill air hit my body as the air resistance compensated I had to blink to wet my eyes again.

"Okay. Where are they?" I said with an irritated voice and tried to state madly at the gorgeous boy who was lying on the bed. Half sitting, half lying on the cover, Harry was looking at his phone with his dark and curly hair all messed up. I suddenly got an urge to walk over to him and run my hands through his hair. I didn't, though.

"What...?" Harry asked and didn't look up from his phone. I sighed and causally leaned against the door frame.

"My clothes..." I said. "Where are they?"

Tired as he was, Harry slowly raised his gaze and looked at me.

His whole body went stiff and I could see him swallow hard.

"Ehm..." he said and put his phone away. His beautiful green eyes were eating me up, looking at my half naked body up and down. I told myself not to blush, but it was really hard. "What was the question again, love?" he asked, still staring at me.

"Can you give my clothes back...?" I asked, but started to doubt my earlier conclusions. Maybe Harry hadn't taken my clothes after all... And there I was, standing half naked in his room, when I was fighting the urge to jump on him and kiss him to death.