The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

Did You Do That Thing

Chapter 48:

Olivia's POV:

Harry unlocked the front door, and we entered the familiar house. He shut it behind us and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the stairs.

"Did you do that thing, Gemma!?" he shouted as we climbed the staircase. As we reached the top, I saw his sister walk out from what I guessed was her room. "What thing?" she smirked at Harry.

He lowered his head and glared at his sister. "That thing," he told her, obviously making sure that I wouldn't know their secret. Gemma laughed. "Of course I did," she reassured him. Harry smiled at her before pulling me towards his room.

"Hi, Gemma," I waved to her as we passed. She smiled and waved back before retreating into her bedroom. It's safe to say that Gemma and I did get along while we were out shopping with the others. Our personalities were mostly alike which helped us to get along great.

Harry and I walked into his navy blue themed room, and he dropped his bag containing his 'football' gear on the ground. He turned to me before looking down at his rather muddy uniform. His eyes met mine again with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

"I think I ought to shower," he chuckled. I laughed and shook my head at him. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea," I told him. He strolled over to a chest of drawers before opening some of them and pulling out articles of clothing. I watched from the edge of his unmade bed as he pulled an outfit together.

"Here," he said as he was done and pushed and pile of clothes into my lap. I stared at them confused. "You want me to wear these?" I asked him and he nodded. "Yes. Put them on while I take a quick shower. You'll see when I'm done," he clarified.

I nodded and watched as he stepped into his private bathroom and shut the door. I waited a few minutes until I was sure that he was in the shower until I closed his bedroom door to start changing.

I stripped off my jeans and pulled on his over sized grey sweatpants, and shed off my jacket and shirt to pull on a maroon colored V-neck. I placed my clothes in a pile on top of his chest of drawers and shook out my hair. If we're doing what I think we're doing, then I would seriously marry Harry on the spot.

I chuckled at my thoughts and glanced around the room. It wasn't a typical, messy, teenage boy's room, but it wasn't very neat either. He had some jackets and shirts lying around on the floor or draped across anything really. He had multiple shoes in a pile next to his closet.

I pulled my phone out the pocket of my jacket and sat down on Harry's bed. I texted Andrew and a few other of my friends and family members from home giving them an update on what's going on over here in England. I also updated my twitter as well, seeing as I haven't been on it and forever and Louis decided to get all of the boys to spam me.

I rolled my eyes at my phone and started spamming them all back with tweets saying the most outrageous and ridiculous things. I was so far into it that I didn't even notice that Harry walked out of the bathroom.

"You look like you're having fun," his voice startled me, almost causing me to throw my phone across the room. "God, you scared me," I sat up and my eyes widened. There he was, standing in nothing but a white towel hung low around his waist. His V-line was exposed along with his abs and tattoos.

"Babe, you're drooling," Harry smirked. My eyes snapped up to his face, and I tried to hide my blushing cheeks, failing in the end. "Shut up," I muttered, hiding my cheeks with my hands.

Harry chuckled and turned around. "I just forgot my clothes," he admitted. I nodded even though his back was to me and watched as he expertly gathered his clothes from a pile on his chest of drawers.