Miss Trouble

Chapter 12: Same Stories

CARTER'S P.O.V.

"Well, we should all be going off to bed now." Claire says standing up. We have been talking for hours on end to these Old Love Birds, and it is now 11 p.m. Johnny stands up as well, just as another crack of thunder shakes the house. All through out the conversation, I kept looking at Harry. Things seemed.... Different. The way his eyes squinted when he laughed, the way that he talks so slowly, the way that he did gestures with his hands when he talked. They all actually seemed.... Relevant to me, I guess. Harry and I both stand up at the same time, and we push in our chairs.

"Um, excuse me." I say catching Claire's and Jonny's attention. "Where exactly are we in England?" I ask when we are in the living room.

"Outskirts of Gravesend." Johnny replies and starts walking up the stairs.

"How far away is that from London?" I ask Harry as Claire and Johnny are walking up the stairs.

"Far." He says giving me a small smile. "Come on. We need some sleep." He says putting his large hand on the small of my back, guiding me up the stairs. When we reach the top of the stairs, Johnny winks at Harry. Whaat?

"Now, we only have one extra guest bedroom, so you will both have to share a room. I hope that's not a problem." Claire says opening the door, and I see the pink bedroom walls again. I see another door down the hall.

"Isn't that a bedroom as well?" I ask suspiciously. Johnny and Claire look at each other.

"No. Well it is but it is being renovated." Johnny replies quickly and I look at Harry and he shrugs. Harry and I walk into the room and Claire and Johnny are standing in the middle of it.

"Well, make yourself at home. You can stay up as late as you want, just please be quiet. And you will have to share a bed." Claire says winking at me, and I blush. I quickly cover my face with my hand. "Well, there are extra blankets and pillows in the closet. I guess this is goodnight then." Claire says as she walks out, leaving us with Johnny.

"Just to let you know, we wake up at 6:30, and we will wake you up as well. If you don't wake up you don't get breakfast. Goodnight." Johnny says curtly, and walks out closing the door behind him. I sit on the nicely made bed, and run my hand over the quilt. It has shades of pinks and reds in it, and it is quite beautiful. I hear Harry clear his throat, and I look up at him.

"You can have the bed. I will sleep on the floor." He says getting out more blankets and pillows. Before I know it, I start talking.

"No." I say quickly. Harry looks over his shoulder with a confused look on his face. I clear my throat before talking again. "No. Um, we can share the bed. I don't mind..." I say blushing at the end. Harry smiles at me and walks over to me and sits next to me, rather closely.

"You sure?" He asks uncertain, and I roll my eyes at him.

"Yes now take it or leave it." I reply.

"Okay. Just to let you know, I sleep in just my boxers, so..." He says and I put my hand up to stop him talking. I really don't need that picture in my head right now.

"Fine." I say and my voice comes out squeaky. Harry smirks at me and stands up, going behind the changing curtain. A few seconds later I see his shirt tossed to the side, and then his pants. I blush at the thought, and just stare at the quilt. I try to block out the thoughts that are running through my mind by studying the quilt. When were quilts first made? Who made them? Will it be Really warm? I bet Harry looks nice in just his boxers... Oh my gosh. Did I just think that? No. Of course not. I am thinking about quilts. Quilts, quilts, and more quilts.

I hear the floor boards creak, and I look up and see Harry... In his boxers... I blush and look down, but then look back up again to study him. His collar bones stick out, and he has a prominent V-line. His necklaces are hanging from his neck, and his hair is messed up. I then look at Harry's face, and he has a smirk right on his lips.