The Direction Games

Chapter 8 - The Bandmates Find Out

*Harry's POV*

I heard a knock at the door. I tried to look at the time with the clock sitting on the bed table. I had to move Samantha a little, and she moaned, but I couldn't do anything else other than move her. I looked at the time. It was 3 AM. We have been sleeping for a while. Who the hell would knock at the door at 3 AM? I shook Samantha to wake her up and a few minutes later she woke up. She rubbed her eyes and then she opened them up. I looked at her, and to me, she probably was angry that I woke her up at this time.

"Shit Harry. What time is it?" She asked, and that was the first time I heard her curse, but I didn't have time to argue with her or say anything about it. I looked at her, and took her off my chest.

"Someone is knocking at the door," I told her, as I started getting out of the bed.

"Who would even knock at this hour?" Samantha rubbed her eyes again.

"I have no idea, but whoever it is, would know that you're in here."

"Must be Louis. I'm just thinking," She guessed.

"Could be anyone..." I trailed off as I heard another knock, even louder this time. "Get in the closet!" I decided quickly.

"Heck no! Are you crazy?" She rolled her eyes, and got out of bed.

"Please, babe. Just do it. That's all that I'm thinking of."

"Does your closet smell nice?" She asked me and I laughed.

"Yes, it's great. Now get in!"

"Open this door!" A voice shouted.

"Just a minute!" I answered, as I watched Samantha walk over to the closet, open it up and hide in it. 

I watched her close the door and then I walked over to the door to open it up. Behind the door, stood Liam, and he looked pretty tired. It isn't like Liam to do this.

"Hi Liam," I said as I watched him walk into my room and then I closed the door, and started walking towards him. "Liam?" I asked, but no answer.

"I heard a girl in here," Liam said and he started to look around.

"No... there's...no...girl...in...here..." I looked at the closet and then sighed.

"Are you lying to me, Hazza?" Liam asked, starting to look suspicious already.

"No...why would I ever lie to you?" I started walking towards the closet slowly.

"Harry, why are you walking towards the closet?" He asked.

"I want to feel the softness of the closet. It probably smells real good. Like a girl," I lied. That was the best thing I could think of at 3 AM.

"That is the wierdest thing I ever heard, but whatever I suppose," Liam looked at me, and rolled his eyes.

"Thank you. Your appreciation is wonderful. It satisifies my need," I said, and smacking my head, at how stupid I was.

"Okay then," Liam looked at me weirdly as he started walking over to the closet much more, and he started to wonder that I was lying about why I was heading towards the closet. "HARRY!" He shouted, as I covered up the closet with my life.

*Samantha's POV*

I looked around his closet. It smelled pretty good and it was pretty neat like his room. I started going through each of his clothes and I remembered him wearing some of them on stage or in interviews. That would definitely mean that I'm so obsessed that I remembered him wearing some of this stuff. I started smelling the clothes and it smelled just like him. I felt right at home and in paradise in Harry's closet. Shit, I'm in Harry's closet!