Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

16: Naive

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Music was blasting and I was dancing around in very little clothing.

Alone.

In the flat.

Cleaning.

I had the flat to myself for a while until Niall and Zayn got back from work or classes or whatever the hell they were doing in this lovely evening. It's too early for them to be clubbing.

I had finished the little homework I needed to do while I was at work, so I had the night off, in a sense. I took it upon myself to clean up this pig sty of a flat in case any human being other than the boys walk in here.

I also decided it was necessary to do this in on of Niall's shirts and no pants, just some undies. It's much more comfortable.

I started in the living room where I vacuumed, wiped the table and window, and picks up random clothes and shoes laying around. The kitchen wasn't too bad considering the boys actually cared about that room, so I didn't do much to it. I completely scrubbed every inch of the boy-esque bathroom, and then moved onto their rooms. It felt weird being in there without them, but it had to be done.

I had only been in Zayns room once before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Lucky enough for me, it was pretty clean except for all the cans of spray paint, papers, pencils, and markers spread all of his desk and floor. I picked them all up and set them so they were organized nicely on his desk. I also made his bed. He will thank me later. Now onto blondie's room.

I know Niall's room is a mess because I've grown accustomed to sleeping in here. His clothes are everywhere. Half of his shoes are missing the other pair, and his school books are all spread out. I decided the clothes' cleanliness based on smell (some not so pleasant) and brought them downstairs and did some laundry. The rest I hung up or put in a drawer. (I also put my clothes in his room). As for his books I stacked them on his desk.

The music I had on was still blasting and I had been dancing obnoxiously to it the whole time. I also sung along for a good part of the time. As I bent over to pull up the covers on Niall's bed, my music stopped for a second as my phone buzzed.

'Put on some pants' it read. From Harry.

I was a little freaked out, but I figured he was joking.

I laid down on Niall’s bed and responded. ‘Why would you request such a crazy thing? ;)’

‘

'I’m not kidding. The window is wide open.’ 

I jumped out of the bed and walked to the window to see that Harry was indeed sitting in his car, and here I was, standing in a baggy shirt and underwear. 

Oh. 

“Go away!” I yelled down at him as I leaned with my elbows on the ledge. He didn’t respond, but he picked up his phone and called me. 

“What?”

“Logan you really need to pay attention to your surroundings. Anyone could’ve seen you like that.” He said, looking up at me still as I looked down towards him. I didn’t respond. He was still watching me, so I decided to do something else. He isn’t my father. 

I put my phone on speaker and tucked it on the inside of my bra as I stepped onto the ledge of the window. I held onto the little gripper part of the ceiling and brought my other foot up so I was standing on the window, completely out to the open in the early evening.