Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

11: Late

“Logan, wake up.”

I slowly open my eyes to see a sleepy, shirtless, curly haired boy standing in front of me, rubbing his eyes. 

“What time is it?” I groan, rolling back over. Harry yawned. 

“Time for class,” he chuckled as we walked towards his dresser, picking out his clothes for the day. I scrambled to hurriedly get out of the bed until I realized that I had no clothes to wear except my gross baggy sweats and Niall’s shirt from last night. I groaned again, falling back on the bed, putting my hands over my face. 

I felt Harry’s large hands pull mine from my face as he held something behind his back. I raised my eyebrow questioningly. 

“I have a present for you,” he smiled. “Just give it to me, I hate surprises like this,” I whined, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“You’re cute when you’re feisty.” He winked at me. I rolled my eyes, taking a step towards him to grab whatever was behind his back. He pointed at my eyes, scolding me to not roll them. 

“Harry please just give it to me,” I pouted, trying to do my best puppy face that I could. 

“You need to do something for me first,” he suggested. I scoffed. 

“Whatever, Styles,” I said, walking out of his room and downstairs, going to search for a breakfast food. I walked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards, looking for muffins or a granola bar, until I decided on searching the fridge. I opened the fridge and looked inside, finding some yogurt that I would happily eat. I started eating the yogurt and sat at the counter, waiting for Harry to come down, when I heard the shower water start running from the bathroom upstairs. I quickly ate my yogurt and ran back upstairs and into Harry’s room, looking for something to wear. 

I was looking through his drawers when I heard a voice from behind me. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, storming into his room only in his towel, his body wet from his shower. Holy shit he’s so hot. I was stunned in place. 

“I uh, I was uh-”

“You were what? Looking through my shit?” He yelled, closing his drawers and stomping towards me. He towered over me, making me feel really small. I hated that feeling; especially when he’s soaking wet and sexy and intimidating. 

I backed away from him and sat on his bed as he looked down at me like a child. 

He ran his hands through his hair as I waited for a yelling. I didn’t want to fight with him, simply because I didn’t care enough to. If he’s going to yell at me then he is and there’s nothing I can do about it but sit and take it. 

He walked to his desk and opened up the top of two drawers, grabbing a bundle of clothes and throwing them at me. 

“I called Niall to bring you clothes while you were sleeping,” he explained exasperatedly. I examined what Niall could have possibly chosen for me to wear. I saw one of my black lace underwear and black lace bra, with some jean shorts and a blank tight fitted tank top. Definitely not enough for me to cover up when it’s freezing as hell here. Fucking Niall. 

Harry pulled boxers up under his towel and then dropped it, changing in front of me quickly. He put on another one of his black shirts and jeans, then shook out his now puffy hair. 

I sighed and got up, quickly changing into my new clothes, all except for the bra and underwear. 

I decided to just leave my sweats and Niall’s shirt here as we walked out the door.