Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 20

Songs:

Friends: Ed Sheeran

Stubborn Love: The Lumineers

If I Were A Boy: Beyonce

A Boy Like That: Selena

NO: Meghan Trainor

Bad Moon Rising: Voices in Your Head

Ro's POV

The sound of a loud knock woke me from my deep sleep. It took me a minute, but I finally got my eyes to open, only to get scared by the sight next to me. Harry was in my bed, and I was cuddled up to him. I quickly sprung up in bed, thankful that we were both still fully clothed. I struggled to get out of bed, trying to climb over him without touching him was the most difficult thing. I managed to get across his body, but tangled myself up in the sheets in the process. As soon as I tried to walk, I tripped, falling to the ground face first with a loud thud.

"What the hell?" Harry grumbled, shooting up from the bed with wild hair, looking everywhere until he spotted me on the ground.

It took him a few seconds to figure out what happened, but once he did, he burst out laughing. "Shh," I whispered, placing my index finger over my lips.

He was about to ask why, but there was another loud knock at the door that answered his thoughts. I pushed myself off the ground, straightening myself out and pushing my hair out of my face. "Just stay quiet, I'll be right back," I whispered, leaving my room, surprised that the door was locked.

I made sure to shut my bedroom door before I went to open the front door in the middle of the knocking.

"Where the hell have you been?" Ron practically yelled in my face. "You aren't answering your phone, you're not in class, mom and dad got me and Ethan in trouble because you snuck off campus. What time did you even get home?"

"Well, good morning to you, too, brother," I frowned at him.

"Morning? It's 12:02, it's afternoon now, Dallas," he continued to lose his shit.

"Look, I just went to the store last night and came back, I was home and in bed by ten," I turned around so he wouldn't see my face and know I was lying.

"So, why didn't you show up for classes?"

"I took some allergy pills and knocked out, I didn't even know it was this late," I lied about the first part.

"Oh," he calmed down, seeming to accept my responses. "Are you, okay?"

"Uh-huh," I lied, again. "Just sleepy still."

"Okay, well, get some rest, we'll talk about your little rendezvous with, Harry later," he chuckled at his lame attempt at a joke. Actually it was pretty funny. "I'll see you at the game," he mumbled against my cheek as he gave me a kiss before he left.

Well, that was easy. I locked the door behind him, rushing back to my bedroom. Harry was leaning against the headboard, his eyes shut and his head tilted to the side. I stood there for a long moment, just staring at him, admiring how good he looked even though he was fully clothes.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare?" He mumbled, a smirk appearing.

"Um, it's past twelve," I informed him, trying not to embarrass myself any further.

"I know," he yawned. "We should get to class. Well, what's left anyway."

My body dragged itself back to bed, though my mind was screaming, no. I climbed back to my side, this time without touching, Harry once. "You can go," I whined. "I'm still tired."