My Brother's Bandmate

Eight

"Ummph", I hear a groan under me.

What the.... What?

"Aahh", I scream loudly.

"Quit screaming, it's just me.", Harry says his voice deep and husky.

Oh

Ooohhh

I remember. Harry had slept here in my room last night.

"Haz leave me I need to go pee.", I say irritated that he won't unwrap his arms from around my waist.

"Good morning to you too buttercup.", he mutters sarcastically.

"I'm sure you can control it a while longer. You always do when the toilets are not hygienic.", he says.

I roll my eyes. This guy knows a little too much about me.

"Well the toilet is hygienic in here so will you please...", I trail off hoping he would leave me.

"Please . five minutes.", he pleads.

I nod. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and tightens his hold on me. I too, wrap my arms around his waist tighter and bury my head in his chest.

It's moments like these that I wish could last longer than five minutes. But alas! the urge to pee is stronger. So I do what any girl would . I push him off with strength I didn't know I had and run to the washroom. I hear Harry groan and I snicker quietly to myself.

I walk out of the washroom after brushing and having a shower, thankfully with clothes on this time.Harry though, is nowhere to be seen. I shrug and pick my cell from the side table.

Come meet me in five in my room.xx - Hazza.

I look at the time. It's 10 am. I received this message at 9:50.I rush out of the room and knock on the one opposite mine. Harry opens the door his hair wet and all. Not to mention the drool worthy exposed chest covered in ink. Boy is he hot or what.

"Like what you see?", he smirks.

I roll my eyes,"You wish."

"What did you want?", I ask him.

"Oh nothing. Let's go for breakfast?", he replies.

"Sure.", I say.

He starts walking out of the room. I stare at him as if he has grown another head.

"What", he demands.

"Aren't you gonna put a shirt on ?", I raise my brows.

"Aww, I thought you were enjoying the show.", he pouts.

"Well you thought wrong.", I smirk.

He quickly puts a shirt above his head which lands on his torso. He grabs my hand and pulls me with him.

"Hi Harry". Fizza says as we enter the breakfast hall.

" Hey.", he pulls her by the waist and pecks her lips, my hand in his all forgotten and lying by my side.

I shake my head slightly and head towards the breakfast. As I sit down next to Brad , I see him clutching the table cloth in his hands. I follow the direction in which he is looking to see Fizza and Harry giggling and touching like a cliché couple.

" I know it stings.", I whisper.

He jumps suddenly and looks at me.

"What stings?", he asks slowly.

"To see your only crush acting all touchy with another girl or boy in your case.", I say.

"What do you mean crush?", he asks trying to act nonchalant.