Lego House

Chapter 8: 'Teenage Dirtbag'

I awake to a text from Louis the next morning. I open my right eye halfway and squint at the bright screen to read the message.

From: Boo Bear

How'd things go yesterday? I miss you!

I wipe the sleep from my eyes and smirk at his text in the dark room. I move the phone more onto my palm and use my thumb to type slowly.

From: Hhhaaarrrrrryyy:D

Lou, I miss you more! Kara was really sweet. Check my Twitter, there's pics everywhere! We catnapped her and her friend :D

I press send and make to lay back into the warmth of the covers until my eye catches the time in the corner of my screen. Both eyes shoot open and I sit straight up in the bed. The sound of running water hits me suddenly and I look to the closed bathroom door. Niall!

I jump out of the bed, nearly tripping over my own long legs and fling the bathroom door open.

"NIALL JAMES HORAN, WHAT THE HELL?" I yell at the top of my lungs, "It's noon, why didn't you wake me up?"

The boys wide, startled eyes peer around the shower curtain.

"You looked so peaceful while you were asleep. Besides, I didn't check the clock. I just got out of bed! Dammit, Haz, you scared me pissless!"

I shake my head and leave the room, shutting the door hard behind me.

"HURRY UP!" I yell and rush to pull something suitable to wear out of my suitcase, shivering from the cold outside of my blankets.

I settle on a black V-neck tee and some worn black skinnies. I yank my new black Chucks from the bottom of the bag and set them on the floor next to my outfit before grabbing a bright blue beanie to top it all off with.

I look at the clock by the bed and the reading glares 12:25.

"NIALL," I scream, "GET OUT!" the water shuts off abruptly and the blond throws the door open with a look of agitation.

"Calm your balls, I'm done!" he shouts back as he brushes past me towards his clothes, sprinting through the sudden chill. 

I ignore his crass words and sprint for the shower. I throw my clothes on the end of the bed nearest the door and leave it wide open behind me.

When the water hits my skin, it burns like a flame and I shriek and cut the handle in the opposite direction. I swear ice chips run down the sensitive skin of my back. I cry out again and move the handle to the middle and the perfect temperature. I grab at Niall's shower gel before looking around in annoyance.

"Nialler!" I call in a panic.

"Yeah," he answers, poking his still-wet head in the door.

"Can you bring me my body wash?"

"Use mine, yeah?" he asks quietly.

"Niall-" I begin with wide eyes.

"Jeez, you're acting just like Zayn!" he shouts in frustration.

He sighs but leaves, coming back with my soap. I smile and thank him before pouring a thick lather onto my towel and going to work. Five minutes later, I'm through in record-breaking time. I shut off the stream of water and step out of the shower carefully. I move Niall's discarded towel directly in front of the shower and step onto it for balance. I grab a towel of my own from the pile on the rack and dry off quickly in front of the mirror. Grabbing the blow dryer and plugging it in deftly with one hand, I dry my hair thoroughly. I brush my teeth when I finish and walk out of the bathroom naked.