Lego House

Chapter 3: The British Invasion

"JESUS, she's snoring!" a strangely familiar Irish voice whisper-shouts.

"Shhh, you're going to wake her up!" another oddly foreign yet slightly familiar voice reprimands.

"She'll need to get up anyway," I hear Sierra say; "it's her house!"

 I feel a gentle hand grip my elbow and give it a soft shake.

"Kara, wake up, love," the British voice says slowly, "We need you to unlock the door. We're at your house."

"Yeah, Kara if you hand us the key, we can get Harry to carry you in. You won't even have to move!" the Irish lad shouts. 

I can just picture Harry's expression and suppress the urge to laugh out loud. I stop myself from leaping for joy and feign exhaustion while slowly lifting an arm to point toward my shoulder bag which has slid off my arm and onto the Range Rover's floor.

"Inside pocket," I make sure to slur my words slightly to keep up the facade of sleep. 

Harry shifts to get the bag, but decides against it and motions at Niall.

"I'm not going in there," the boy begins, "purses are scary!" 

I can picture his round blue eyes going wide with fear at the thought and press my lips together tightly so that I don't make a sound like strangled laughter.

Sierra laughs and grabs the bag, rifling through it until she pulls out a small set of keys.

"Come on playboys, we've got a house to tour," she exclaims before exiting the car. 

Niall hops out behind her and closes the door before Harry can utter a word, his slow speech getting the best of him once again.

"Ni-"he begins, but the door is already closed. 

I just stay still and pretend to have fallen back asleep.

 "Ugh, Kara," he mewls, "Wake up!" 

I ignore him and try my best to keep a straight face.

After a few failed attempts at shaking me awake, Harry resigns himself to his fate and reaches out the hand I'm not laying on to open the door. His scrawny thighs strain as he eases his right leg out, reaches out to shift his grip on me, and picks me up in his arms as he slides out of the vehicle.

"Smooth," I hear Sierra compliment, but I'm too busy resting my head on his muscular shoulder to pay attention to the little things. His scent of Bleu de Chanel, just a tad bit minty, makes me nuzzle in closer.

Harry adjusts to hold me more tightly cocooned against him and walks us up the path to my front door with Sierra leading the way and a cautious Paul watching to make sure Harry doesn't drop me while bringing up the rear. Harry's strong arms are taut with muscle as he cuddles me against him against the slight breeze blowing outside. I bump lightly against Harry when he stops behind Niall and Sierra and strain to hear Sierra trying one key before switching to one of the others and banging to screen door open with a "Smash!" Harry's warm breath is blowing softly against my cheek with every exhalation and it's all I can do to just sit still and enjoy the moment.

"Oi!" Niall shouts and grabs the door before it can smack Sierra on her bum and Harry chuckles quietly. 

The rumbling of his laugh rolls through his chest and throat, echoing in my ear. Sierra pulls the front door open slowly and I can hear her give a little yelp when the alarm starts to beep out a warning.

"Um," Harry begins while stepping from foot to foot, "You wouldn't happen to know the code, would you?" I hear him ask Sierra.

 She shakes her head with round eyes. I peek up at them and then blink back to life.