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Here's what happened in the last chapter:
I look at the pictures on my wall and smile.
"She looks so beautiful in all of them," I confess.
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웃 Courtney's POV 웃
"Courtney! Courtney!" I hear someone whisper.
I groggily open my eyes, and notice that it was Harry.
"Look who decided to wake up, eh?" he sarcastically comments.
"Can't you let me sleep 5 more minutes?" I groan, stretching out.
"Nope! I brought you a suitcase of clothes. I'm going to trust you, and I'm going to let you shower. I know how all girls are about cleanliness," he murmurs, and walks out the door, leaving it open.
I sigh, and force myself to get up.
I open the suitcase, and grab some shorts and a black shirt. I grab a pair of underwear and bra, mentally thanking Harry.
I grab my stuff, and walk out the door. I look around, obviously lost.
I open a door, and Harry suddenly appears, shoving me to the side, and slamming the door.
He glares at me, and hisses, "Don't you ever dare open this door, Courtney! EVER!"
I gulp, and look down.
He suddenly sighs. "I'm sorry," he apologizes. "Just don't open that door. That door is off-limits. C'mon. You've got to take a shower."
I force a smile on my face. "Gee, thanks for saying that I smell."
He smirks, and grabs my hand, taking me to the bathroom.
I glance back at the secret room.
It's now my mission to open it.
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I step into the cold water, and thoroughly put shampoo into my hair, and grab the loofa and squirt some shower gel on it.
"Mmmmm...smells like coconuts!" I squeal.
When I first walked into the bathroom, I stared at it in awe.
A grand mirror, a bathtub, toilet, shower, etc.
There were a bunch of shampoos and little bottles of shower gels labeled with my name.
I grabbed the razor, and shaved my legs and armpits.
"Finally," I mutter. "My legs have been feeling like prickly cactus these past few days."
After I'm done, I grab the towel and dry myself.
I slip into my clothes, and carefully comb my hair, destroying any pesky knots.
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