Secrets

fourteen

"GET UP!" I poked one eye open groggily to see a leprechaun screaming in my ear. What a great day to start off my day. Next to me, Harry grunted and woke up as well.

"Oh just piss of, we've gotten less than 5 hours of sleep," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Niall frowned and picked me up bridal style, taking the covers with us.

"Hey!" Harry pouted, left in his boxers. I giggled.

"Oh you think that's funny?" Niall smirked. I quickly shook my head. He dropped me in the tub on my sore bum, causing me to yelp. Then, he turned on the cold water and let it wash over me.

I'll tell you one thing. It sure as fuck woke me up.

"Niall James Horan? What the fu-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, you hear me?" Harry screamed from the other room. Curse his good hearing.

"I WAS GONNA SAY FUDGESICLES!" He chuckled and trudged into the bathroom, and broke out in laughter after seeing me soaking wet. I huffed.

"Leave me peasants, I have more important things to do." I shooed them out and stripped, changing the water to hot before entering.

I put on simple make up, just the basics and then decided on a white and blue flannel with black leggings. It was gonna be a lazy day. I quickly pulled my damn hair up into a messy bun and eased a few strands out, completing my look. Satisfied, I walked out and into the kitchen.

"Where are the rest of the boys?" I asked Liam, who was cooking breakfast.

"Niall and Lou are taking showers, Zayn is sleeping, no surprise there, and well, Harry... Hazza's trying his best to sit down right now," he laughed, pointing to the TV room.

"Ouch." I left for the tv room and found Harry sitting down slowly, but the moment his bum touched the couch, he shot up, sucking in a breath. I couldn't help but laugh; you'd think he was a teenage girl who just had sex for the first time!

"Oi! What's so funny?" he glared.

"N-Nothing, just that you look like you just had sex and can't sit down properly," I laughed, rolling around on the floor. I heard footsteps coming towards me, and soon enough, a curly head full of hair popped up right in my face.

"Take that back," he huffed.

"No."

"Ok." He started tickling me mercilessly, and I shrieked. I eventually wiggled out of his grasp and fled behind the couch, still laughing.

He was about to come after me, but the doorbell rang. Ah, saved by the bell. Literally.

"Harry! It's for you!" Liam called from the other room. I stared at his appearance: no shirt, with jack wills sweats. He noticed too, and immediately ran upstairs, giving a simple, "Gimme one sec!"

A minute later, he had a pocket tee on and a grey beanie, hiding his disheveled hair.

I heard voices from the other room, but I didn't feel like going to check it out. No point. 15 minutes later, he walked back in, a frown on his face.

"Who was that? And how did they ruin your mood this early in the morning?"

"They didn't ruin it, and it was Taylor. She just dropped by to say hello. She's actually quite a nice young lady, respectable, kind, everything you aren't basically," he winked, laughing. I almost cracked a smile, but then I remembered all the thoughts from last night.

No. I wasn't going to fall for him. I just won't. He has Taylor, fake or not, and the rest of the world has to believe that. No room for a simple girl from Doncaster.