You & I

Chapter 18

"Perrie! What took you so long? For hell's sake!" I said, getting inside the house.
"I'm sorry C I had to sing Niall a lullaby to go back to sleep, since he woke up when I fell trying to quickly wear my shoes" she said giggling a bit at the end.
I was exactly in the mood for laughter but I still managed to smile a bit and slightly chuckle.
Perrie nodded her head towards the staircase, and I followed her to what is obviously, Harry's bedroom.
I was scared, what if he woke up?
"You're on your own now C, I can't go in if anything only one of us can get in" she whispered looking at me, as soon as we were in front of his bedroom door.
And with that my heart started beating really fast, I nodded and slowly opened the door.
But as soon as I put my hand on the door handle, Perrie stopped me.
"Wait!"She whisper-yelled.
I looked at her with a confused face, and she continued, "if you go inside, you will have to put something at the door, so It won't close, or else...you can't come back..."
"What?! What do you mean?" I said a bit too loudly.
"There is no handle from the other side, so if you close the door, you can't get out unless you find Harry's key, but I don't know where he hides it... anyway, be careful and anyway I'll be right here in front of the door to make sure it won't close" she said.
I nodded then entered slowly making sure not to make any noise, I took the closest thing near the door, which happened to be one of Harry's boots, after making sure to put it, I went over and took a quick look at Harry's bedroom, it was simply, magnificent. It was big and spacious; with some posters hung on the cream colored walls... when I realized I had zoomed out, I shook my head slightly, and looked over at the sleeping angel... I mean devil... sleeping peacefully on his king sized bed, covered with the soft white sheets.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING CHELSEA YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO GET YOUR JOURNAL AND FUCKING LEAVE ALREADY, AND NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN.
I looked around once more to see if my journal was anywhere in sight, but it wasn't.
I started searching in his closet, when I heard voices outside.
"Perrie? What are you doing here?" a sleepy voice, Niall's I assume, asked Perrie.
"Uh uh Niall? What are you doing here? Uh nothing..." Perrie was stressed; it was evident in her voice tone.
I rushed over to search for my journal.
I was then about to do a small yet quiet happy dance because I finally found my journal which actually was in a drawer of his desk full of... poems: sheets and sheets covered with poems written in his beautiful handwriting, when suddenly I heard a quite loud thud.
I turned around and I saw that it was harry's bedroom door that shut closed, then, I heard muffling and turned to see that harry was about to wake up.
I did the only thing I felt could get me out of here: it was hiding under his bed until he left the room.
As thought, I did.
Quickly hiding under the bed, I keep my newly found journal close to my chest.
I started stressing out... what if he found me? What would I do if he did found me? What would've happened if I never found out he had a girlfriend? What if he never even had a girlfriend?
A lot was going on in my head while being under this freaking bed.
A loud thud interrupted this fuss that was going on in my head.
I looked a bit around and didn't see anything: no sight of Harry.
I sighed, then got out of under the bed.
I couldn't get out of here... I needed Perrie's help.
And so her number was dialed.
No answer...
I tried again, in vain.
I looked around and sighed frustrated: I seriously can't get caught.
I stopped when I saw the window... the thought was crazy and dangerous because I can get myself killed even being at the first floor... but I had to do it.
I opened the window and got out a bit, I took a deep breath, hugged my journal tightly, then jumped.
I collapsed with the grass in a quiet thud: my right arm did quite hurt though, as well as my right foot, but I quickly got up ran to my car and took off.