What Changed? (TTRG Sequel)

Chapter 6

*Harry's POV*

I was in the living room watching some television in the nude as the boys were upstairs in their rooms. I really felt like getting some popcorn so I stood up and began walking to the kitchen. As I passed the front door, Ryan ran inside the house. 

At first, I thought she saw me but I was wrong as she ran right into me, knocking us down. She landed on top of me and her cheek was pressed against my chest. She raised her head and shifted her legs to where she was straddling me. 

"Oh dear, are you naked?" She groaned. 

I felt my cheeks turning red as I stayed quiet. 

"Well I apologize if I hurt your bum." She laughed as she stood up. 

She reached a hand out to help me and I swear her eyes flickered down. They went wide for a second and then she cleared her throat, looking at me. 

"Now I see why you're so cocky. You have a reason to be." She whispered as she scurried upstairs. 

As she left, I couldn't help the smile of satisfaction reach my face. 

"Maybe I should put on some underwear." I spoke to myself as I began walking upstairs. 

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*Ryan's POV*

I quickly tossed my bag somewhere in the room and stripped off my sweaty gym clothes. Making my way to the shower, I turned on the water. When the water finally heated up, I hopped in and immediately began washing my hair. 

After I washed the conditioner out of my hair, I scrubbed my body with my favorite strawberry body wash. Once that was all rinsed off, I turned off the shower and stepped out. The cold air cause goosebumps to spread across my body. 

I quickly grabbed my towel and dried off my body. When all the water was wiped from my body, I wrapped my hair with the towel. I exited the bathroom and went inside my closet. 

I clasped on a purple bra and slipped on matching purple panties. I then shimmied into white ripped skinny jeans and threw on a white tank top. I began towel drying my hair as much as I could before tossing my towel in the hamper. 

I glanced at my alarm clock to check the time, 5:01. Quickly leaving my room, I speed walked to Zayn's door. I vigorously knocked on his door until he opened it, staring at me confused. 

"I need your help." I frowned. 

"With?" He asked, clearly amused. 

"My hair. Can you curl it for me?" I gave him the best possible puppy dog eyes I could pull. 

"Sure thing." He smiled. 

I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him back to my room. He followed me into the bathroom and went straight to the cabinet that held all of the hair products. He started by spraying heat protectant to my hair and began blow drying it. 

Next, he pulled out the curling iron and plugged it in. While it heated up, he began combing my hair. 

"So all this for a dinner with Beau and his brothers?" Zayn raised his eyebrow at me. 

"I just wanna be a great girlfriend." I confessed. 

"I'm pretty sure you're already a great girlfriend." He chuckled as he reached for the curling iron. 

"I meant like a normal girlfriend. Not a boyish one. Like Eleanor, or Danielle. Maybe even Perrie! They're all so perfect and beautiful." I gushed.