The Girl Next Door

Roomie

The sun uncurled over the city and straight through the window and directly in my eyes. I managed to open my eyes and look at my phone without getting my pupils burned. I had just about enough time to put the rest of my clothes and toiletries into a bag and ship myself off to Harry Styles’.

I folded up the rest of my clothes in a bag and emptied my bathroom.

Once all my things were out of my room, I closed the door, not looking back once. Chris helped my get the stuff down the three sets of stairs and into the kitchen.

I skipped breakfast- which was really unlike me- because I wanted to get this over with without anything weighing me back.

You need me, man, I don’t need you. You need me, man, I don’t need you, the ringtone for when Harry called- since that was our song- sounded from my pocket. I rejected the call but I got the message; It’s time.

I said my good-byes to Chris, mom and Cat- who was really happy to have another room to sleep in.

Mom gave me such a hug that really made me miss Jake’s idea of a hug- which was similar to tying a dozen ropes all around you that were pulled in the same time.

“Mom,” I gasped for air, “I’m going to the neighbour house. Not a monastery.”

“Well, I highly doubt that,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She took my bag and helped me out the door. She kissed me on the forehead and almost pushed me into Harry who was standing in front of the porch.

“Have fun, you crazy kids!” she waived.

“Oh, we will,” Harry said under his breath and grabbed my hand, taking my bag.

Once we’ve reached his porch- which really wasn’t that far away-, he lifted my off the ground, ‘bride style’.

“Weren’t we supposed to be married first?” I asked, gripping his neck with my arms just in case he wouldn’t drop me.

“Well if you insist—”

“No! I’m fine, thanks.”

“Your loss.” I rolled my eyes. He twirled us around two sets of black marble stairs. Once he stopped and I jumped out of his arms, he looked relieved to not have to carry me anymore.

“You’re in no shape to be carrying girls around like that. You could break a sweat, or a nipple- But you’ve got plenty of those, haven’t you?”

He scolded, “I have an extra pair of nipples and you’re missing a set of brain cells. Guess we’re both mutants.”

I followed him to a pair of thick black glass doors. “As my grandmother always says, ‘You are who you hang around with’.”

He stopped at a door on the left and opened it. I followed.

“Now, this—” he motioned over the room, “—is your room.” It was snow white with a dark hardwood floor. On the far left was a window seat next to a giant glass window with a view of the city lights. On the right was a walk in closet the size of my old bathroom, and in the middle was a desk. Next to another matching glass black door was a vintage white steel king size bed, the frame tangled with white Christmas lights. But the real attraction was the wall above the bed. It was higher than the average wall, with black wall stickers of the constellations.

“I talked to your mum and my interior designer, and she said it’d remind you of home.”

I swallowed back a sob, it was the same as my old room, just three times bigger.