My Brother's Bandmate

Seven

"Wake up ...."

"Go away Harry.", I whine.

"Not until you get your arse up from the bed and into the shower.", He says smugly.
Now in this moment I feel like strangling him and kicking him. Yes my sleep is important to me. Very important.

Whack!

"Ow", I shriek,"Harry that is my butt."

"And I'm well aware of that, but it was the only way I could wake you up.", he says sheepishly. Grasshole.

I huff and cross my arms across my chest. I grab my towel from the rack in the room, get my undergarments from the drawer and go into the washroom.

Brush my teeth, get in the shower, get out and wear my undergarments and my clothes... wait where are my clothes? Oh this is so cliche. But I think Harry must have left. He said he would if I woke up. So lemme continue .... Wrapping the towel around my body and out of the washroom we go..

"Aahhh, what the hell are you still doing here?", I scream so loudly that he covers his ears. I clutch the towel closer to my body.
Harry is staring at me. Nope wait he is staring at my body. My body which is only covered with a towel. At least I'm wearing my undergarments underneath or else the next thing, like in the cliche movies, would be that my towel would.....Oh lord the towel's already on the ground.

I turn a deep shade of crimson. Harry doesn't shift from his position, it's like he has planted his feet on the ground with superglue on them. Shameless.

I'm not naked which is a relief. I quickly reach out for the towel on the ground but Harry beats me to it. He takes the towel from the ground and wraps it around my body very delicately. This is wrong. This is very wrong. He shouldn't be doing this. Heck he should've turned and walked out the moment he saw me in a towel. Oh no Franchesca.....

"Sshh don't think about it.", He whispers in my ear, his breath so hot on it.

"D..don't th...think about what.", I try to stop stuttering and compose myself towards the end of the sentence, though it's hard to.

"About me and Franchesca.", he whispers again sending shivers down my spine.

"Harry you should go and let me change.", I manage to say.

"No I won't go you'll have to change in the washroom.", he moves from his spot behind me and comes in front of me showing his signature smirk.

The idea of putting on some clothes sounds great to me so I don't argue further or else I would've whacked his ass just like he did to me and kick him out of the room.

I gather my clothes and go inside to change. I wear a singlet with PARIS written on it and a dark blue jean shorts. (picture on the side).

I come out of the washroom and wear my flat sandals with black and golden straps.

"You look cute. Let's go get breakfast.", he holds his hand out.

I smile and tangle my hands with his, forgetting all that happened a few minutes ago. "Let's go."
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"Hey mom.", I speak into the phone.

"Hi darling, how's it going? The boys aren't troubling you, are they?", mom replies.

"I am doing great and no the boys haven't troubled me so far. How's dad?", I ask my voice becoming a bit soft at the end.

My dad's in the army. Last month he came back with a fracture in his lower body. The doctors said that it could be completely healed but it can take more than half a year.