Privacy [completed]

TWENTY| protect is love?

Entering Harry's house was defiantly different than I expected it to be. His house isn't a fancy five-star museum, like mansion in the gates of heaven overlooking a beautiful ocean. It's just a normal, big as hell, mansion. He held my roomies arm- making sure she doesn't fall, and helped her walk in.

"So, you're dating?" I asked once he closed the door.

"You gonna tell anyone?" Harry had asked while sitting her on the couch.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Hell yeah! I'm going to tell everyone that my roomie is dating Harry Styles!"

"Please don't-"

"Shit, dude I don't even like your music that much, but I'm gonna tell everyone!" I said.

Harry sighed and his lips formed a line. He sat beside her rubbing her back. She sat with her eyes closed, I think she's sleep. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"I'm totally joking. I'm not going to tell anyone," I said.

"Why did you drug my girlfriend?" Harry asked me.

"You think I drugged her?" I protested. "What the hell, man?"

"Alright then, who did?" He asked, a scowl on his face.

"Those dicks at the table drugged her, that's who. Maybe if you would've actually came inside instead of relying on your suck ass security team, you'd know!" I said.

"Why were you around drug dealers, then?" He asked.

"That's none of your fucking concern," I growled.

I sat on the other side of her and shook her lightly. She mumbled a little and started to wake up.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"Mm," she groaned.

"You're her friend?" Harry asked.

"What's it to you?" I groaned.

"Just curious," Harry shrugged.

At this point, I don't even care that it's the Harry Styles from One Direction. He's just another douche ass boyfriends. Suddenly, my memory started to come back life. Holy shit, we need to get back to the suite!

"We need to go," I rushed while standing.

"She is in no condition to go anywhere," Harry stood.

"She's in no condition to miss morning practice either," I said. "She just got off of suspension."

"I'll drive her to morning practice," Harry said.

"She needs to get back to the suite," I said putting a hand on my hip. "Now."

"I'll drive her. She's my girlfriend, so she can stay here," Harry said.

"Look,I know you want this," I said and pointed between them. "I know you want it to work out normally, but it's not going to. I'm sorry to break it to you, but it's just not going to be easy! She can't miss school and you can't miss your music stuff. So I'm taking her."

"She is staying," said Harry with nostrils starting to flare.

"Dude-"

"I'm serious," he growled.

"Fine," I grumbled. "We have a game in two days, so she needs to be at the airport at eleven-thirty in the morning. Morning practice is at the pool at six in the morning. Don't let her be late or I'll kill you."

"She'll be there," said Harry.

I huffed and nodded. Harry's phone started to ring, so he excused himself and answered it. He went to one of his million rooms. I sat beside my roomie who leaned into me.

"I don't feel too great," she groaned with her eyes still closed.

"I know," I answered. "It'll be all better once you get some sleep."

"Siena?" She asked.

"Yes?"

"I'm so sorry," she cried.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. If anything, it's mine for even letting you be surrounded by that negative energy," I sighed.

"Who was that girl?" She suddenly asked.

"Who?" I asked.

"The Slut," she spoke.

"She's just history," I sighed. "Can we talk about this later?"

I don't want to even talk about that slut and who she is to me. She's my bad past, she's history to me. She found herself a boyfriend, meaning she dumped me in the street.

"Where are we?" She asked to opening her eyes looking around.

"Your boyfriends house," I said.

"Siena, please don't-"

"Don't worry, I won't say a thing," I nodded.

"No, I don't want to stay," she whispered.

"Harry wants you to," I mumbled.

Just as I said his name, he walked into the room. His hair pulled back behind his ears, and his face read worry and regret. Whoever called him must've really gotten under his skin. I stood and walked up to him. She stayed seated and watched whatever was on his television. He huffed and rubbed his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"It's just a lot," Harry huffed.

"You can trust me," I said crossing my arms.

"It's nothing, just a leaked video of me and someone," he mumbled.

"Who?"

"Megan."

"And that's...?" I asked.

"You remember the first volleyball game against USC?" Harry asked.

"Briefly, so?" I asked.

"Remember the girl she fought?"

"Megan Reynolds," I said.

"You know her?" He asked.

"That was her best friend," I said while motioning to my roomie.

"She leaked the video," Harry stressed.

"Sex tape?"

"No!" He growled.

"Then there's nothing to worry about," I huffed.

The time is not being on my side today. I need to get back to the university and go to bed. I have an early wake in the morning for practice. I'd hate to be sleep in the pool.

"Could you get one of your men to drive me back to the university?" I asked.

"Trent is right outside. Tell him the destination," said Harry.

"It was great meeting you," I said.

"You as well," he nodded.

He led me to the front door, but I gave my roomie a hug goodbye before I left. I know she doesn't wanna stay, but I can't possibly make Harry let her come with me. Harry opened the door for me and I saw Trent outside. I walked towards him as he opened the door for me, and I got in the backseat of the car.

"Never got your name?" Harry asked.

"Siena King," I said.

"Here," Harry said taking my phone from my hand and typing his number in my contacts.

"Oh, thanks," I said.

"Goodbye, Siena King," said Harry.

I nodded. He closed the door and Trent got into the car. I hope she'll be okay.