But I'm Lesbo || Harry Styles ||

Chapter 13

I find myself laying on Harry's cold yet warm chest when i wake up. He looks so cute while sleeping! I wanna gobble his face up! Okay wait no--that's sounds so weird now that I think about it. Please forget what I just said...

I sit up slowly feeling an excruciating pain in my back causing me to groan. Probably a little too loudly because Harry starts turning in his sleep. He stretches his arms out before smiling stupidly to himself and opening his eyes. Once he notices me sitting next to him he groans.

"Ugh, you again." He jokes and I giggle softly making him chuckle a bit. He sits up slowly and he realises we were sleeping on the floor.

"Why the fuck we sleep on the floor when there's a bed right there?!" He rasps, rubbing his neck. I just laugh and lean against the bed while he leans against the wall opposite from me.

"So, how did you sleep?" I ask him trying to make small talk. He rubs his eyes, clearly still exhausted from last night.

"With my eyes closed" he cheeks. He's so adorable when he's tired oh my God.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks back.

"On you," I laugh. "It felt like I was laying on a rock!" I joke. Harry gasps as if to be offended.

"Whats that supposed to meen?" He questions with his hand over his heart.

"It means your hard!" I explain.

He riggles his eyebrows and smirks. I then realize what I had just said and smack him on the arm.

"No! You gross pervert!" I yell making us both laugh. We suddenly hear a crash coming from downstairs and we both jump in fright.

Harry groans, "I bet you it Niall,"

"Who?" I ask.

"I invited a few friends last night," he smiles like a child trying to be innocent when they'd done something wrong. "Sorry"

"Ugh," I groan and get up to see what happened.

I see a small blond boy kneeled down on the floor with his hand over his mouth.

"What the hell?" I laugh when I notice him giggling.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be laughing right now," he laughs again.

"Dork," I giggle and kneel down next to him picking up the bits of glass. He broke a shot glass?!

"Did you seriously have a shot for breakfast?" I laugh looking at the blond in awe. What even is wrong with him and why do i find his stupidity amusing?

"It was just staring at me. Like it was calling for me Naill...Niall...Drink me Niall!" He whispers while making a face. "Plus I couldn't find coffee" he states.

"Have you even been in the kitchen to look?"

"Wait! There's a kitchen?! Oh my god where?!" He shrieks excitedly and starts running around the house looking for the kitchen. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. I carry on picking up the shards of glass and notice I cut my finger.

I make my way to the bathroom to get a band aid. I open the door and nearly jump out of my skin when I see a big, tall guy taking a piss in there. He just gives me a tired smirk and says, "Hey," and goes back to doing his business.

I awkwardly say a quick 'good morning' and close the door and run to my bedroom bathroom instead. Harry isn't in the room so I go straight bathroom. I grab a band aid and rap it around my finger.

As I'm about to go back downstairs, from the top of the staircase I notice how much of a mess the house is.

"This is gonna be a long day of cleaning up," I sigh.

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Boring short chapter but, hey, it's something right?

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