Now That You're Back

Chapter 6

I storm into the bathroom and slam the door behind me and strip all of my clothes off. Niall puked all over my Ramones Yeah shirt. Great, just great. I jump in the shower trying not to cry at how gross it was to have someone puke all over your face.

I stayed in the shower for at least an hour making sure I was perfectly clean, then got out. I stepped out and grabbed a towel wrapping it tightly around my body. I open the door and look around to make sure no ones there then tip toe across the hall to my room. I walk in and see Niall passed out on my bed. You know what he can have this room, he puked in here anyway. Quickly I slide on underwear and a bra and a tank top then pack my stuff back up. I haul my suitcase out into the hallway then set it down. I decide I better wash my shirt so I go on a search to find the laundry room.

I walk into the living room to find everything completely trashed. My first instinct was to clean, clean, clean, but then I realize if I can just hold on then Louis would have to do it and he hates cleaning. I trudge through the disgusting living room, stopping to look in every doorway that could be the laundry room. After declaring it wasn't behind any of those doors I keep trudging to the kitchen. I almost scream when I see Harry standing in the middle of the kitchen eating a sandwhich. Why the hell wasn't he asleep like the rest of his dumpy band mates.

"Nice pants you got on there love." He winks at me. I blush as I realize I once again was not wearing pants. "Why is it everytime I see you you never have proper trousers on?" He asks taking a bite of his sandwich.

"I can't fall alseep with pants on. " I mutter embarassed that we were talking about my half naked sleeping process. Seriously this was just uncomfortable.

"Well I'm like that except I just like being naked." Oh my god..... Weirdo.

"That's quite pleasant." I say.

"Yes I know, are you looking for the washer room?"

"Yes." Harry walks to the left and opens a door which led to a room with a washer in it. He grabs the shirt from me then begins to start the macine.

"Thank you." I say then turn on my heel. I walk out to the main hallway and grab my suitcase then realize I don't know where the other rooms are. Hesitantly, I walk back to the kitchen.

"Um hey, can you show me where the other spare bedrooms are?" I ask Harry biting my lip out of nervousness.

"Yes, the only other room left is upstairs." Great now I get to sleep upstairs all by myself. Fun.

I follow Harry upstairs and try not to look at his fit bum. He leads me to a doorway then pushes it open. The room looked exactly like the one downstairs except it had a balcony looking out over the ocean.

"You're not up here all alone, I'm right across the hall if you ever get lonely, or if youre feeling frisky, or you know if you need a cuddle buddy." He winks at me. Jeeze, what a flirt.

"Somehow I don't think I'll be in need of your services." I say then slam the door in his face. I hear him chuckle then slam his door. I throw my suitcase down the slide under the soft covers falling into a dreamless sleep.

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Harry's POV

I awaken in the middle of the night to the sound of girlish screams, they were just screams though they were screams of absolute and utter terror.

Ugh Lou must be having night mares again. Groggily I get out of bed and shake my curls a litttle bit then trudge to the door. Now out in the hallway I realise the screams aren't coming from downstairs, they're coming from acros the hall in Lena's room.