Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 14

The guys came in shortly after I came in to get Chloe, Liam and Niall heading downstairs to the bathroom down there while Louis rushed into the upstairs bathroom, pushing Harry out of the way to get in there.

"You twat!" Harry yelled, banging on the door.

I peak my head out the door and see Harry leaning up against the wall, arms crossed. I laughed, causing his head to snapped up and a smile to spread across his face when he sees me.

"You can use the bathroom in my room if you want," I offer, heading back into Chloe's room to finish folding some laundry. Chloe was on the floor my the basket, playing with a towel. Harry follows me into her room.

"Thanks, I'll be right back!" He leans downs and kisses me on the check real quick and gives a quick wave to Chloe before heading to my room. A few minutes later he comes back in, now in his usual tight black jeans and this time just a plain black t-shirt. His hair was still a little damp from being in the pool and his cheeks had a light pink tint to them from being in the sun, he looked gorgeous.

"There that's better," he said, sitting down next to Chloe, who is now standing up by the laundry basket, taking out the clothes I have folded. She pulls out a pair of my lace underwear and holds them out for Harry.

You have got to be kidding me! Of all the things she could have grabbed. I reach over and take them out of her hands and shove it under my leg so it's out of sight.

Harry chuckles, "well, Chloe, I'm sure those didn't belong to you silly girl." He lightly pokes her cheek causing her to smile and then continue to pull clothes out of the basket, thankfully there was no more underwear. Harry looks up at me and smirks.

"Don't even Harry," I shake my head, my cheeks blushing even more. I know he wanted to make a comment about my underwear. He sits there, thinking for a moment and then gets a wicket gleam in his eyes.

"What do you call exploding underwear?" Harry asks. I wasn't expecting a joke.

"A joke? Really?" I laugh.

"Do you know?" He asks me again, a smirk already on his face.

"No Harry, I don't know, what you call exploding underwear?" I said weakly.

"Fruit of the BOOM!" He laughs like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard, he looks like a fool, a hot fool so it's alright. Chloe is looking at him like he's crazy but soon starts laughing at him, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Where the heck do you come up with all these jokes?" I ask him, curious.

"I don't know, I've either heard them somewhere or read them somewhere. That one was pretty good," he says, all proud of himself.

"If you say so Harry," I smile at him.

"I do. So how was work?" He asks changing the subject.

"Slow. No one had a baby today but hopefully tomorrow." I tell him. "How was the interview?"

"Same as always. I hate feeling rehearsed. We are told to say certain things and to refrain from saying certain things and it just gets frustrating sometimes." He explains, looking a little sad. I didn't realize how much is expected of them. As fans, you never see the behind the scenes stuff. You never know that they are trained on what to say and what not to say, how to act certain places. It must take a toll on all of them.

"I can see how that would be tiring, not being able to be yourselves." I look at him sympathetically.

"We can be ourselves, but to a certain extent. We are truly ourselves when we aren't in front of a camera or when we are on stage. Although there have been some slips here and there," he chuckles, lost in thought. Probably remember a time where one of them said something they shouldn't have.