Without You

Chapter Seven

"A pole-dancing room would've been better" I screwed my face up in disappointment .

"What are you talking about Harry this is amazing you need to take a look at these!" Louis protested, his head buried in some book. The best thing about the room was seeing the embarrassing photos of Summer that covered every part of the wall other than that it was just a huge over piled desk with several shelves stacked with endless books. Peering over Louis' shoulder I now understood what he was talking about, he was flicking through outstanding artwork. 'Did Summer do these?' I thought to myself as I pulled a book from one of the shelves and began flicking through it. This girl was talented!

"Niall have you seen these?!" I called over to him a little too enthusiastically. My head snapped round as I heard something get knocked over.

"Shit!" Niall cursed picking the now empty glass  up and placing it back on the desk, several pieces of artwork were now drowned in water, ruined.

"NIALL!" Louis and I shouted not thinking that anyone would hear.

"Quick get some tissue or something" Louis instructed Niall as he picked up various pieces of artwork and waved them around in attempt to dry them.

Summer's Pov

"NIALL!" Someone shouted from the room above me. 'Shut up I'm trying to sleep!' I thought to myself. Wait WHAT? The room above me? Harry fucking Styles!

"HARRY IF YOU'RE UP THERE I SWEAR TO GOD" I shouted as I rolled out of bed, I could hear at least two voices coming from upstairs as I walked out onto the landing and hurried up the stairs.

"Sorry sorry sorry!" Harry said as soon as I'd reached the door. I didn't respond for a few minutes taking in what had happened.

"It was Niall!" Louis held his arms up by his head, I switched my gaze to Niall who was still trying to mop up the water that covered my desk, a look of guilt on his face. I couldn't get mad at Niall, but Harry and Louis? Yes.

"That doesn't make things better" I mumbled, frowning at them both. I stepped to the left, clearing their path out to the room, "OUT" I raised my voice shooting them both death looks as they made their way past me.

"Leave it Niall" I smiled at him slightly covering up the fact I was fuming. He looked up and gave me an apologetic look, dropping the soaked tissues in the bin.

"I'm really sorry Sum'" Niall shifted from foot to foot,  I sighed loudly shrugging.

"I know it was an accident, I'm not mad at you I'm mad at thing 1 and thing 2 downstairs" He laughed at my attempt to make a joke of the situation. "I'll finish cleaning this up you go on downstairs" I smiled at him again. "Why didn't I put a lock on this door?" I asked myself once Niall had disappeared. I gave up on drying the top pieces of artwork and just placed them on the drying rack in the corner, luckily everything underneath was dry including my laptop.  I'll admit I was annoyed at them for going against what I'd asked but if you tell someone not to do something 9 times out of 10 they'll end up doing it.

When I'd finally took a seat at my desk I heard three distinctive knocks on the door. "Come in" I called out resting my chin on my hands. "Heya" I smiled, happy to see that it was Zayn and not one of the chuckle brothers.

"You alright?" He asked, returning my smile "Wow" He added before I'd answered, he looked around the room admiring it.

"Yeah I'm fine really just a bit annoyed but I'll get over it" I shrugged.

"Sure you don't want me to kill Harry and Lou?" He grinned at me, winking.

"Hmm as tempting as that sounds everyone needs about of Larry in their life" My smile grew bigger.

"Come on Claire's about to order some food" He nodded his head towards the door, holding his hand out. I looked at it hesitating whether to take it or not but ended up doing it anyway. Walking around the desk we interlocked our fingers, as we walked down the many flights of stairs we didn't let go, nothing was said but nothing need to be. It felt so natural, like our hands were meant to fit together.