The Darcy Project

** Chapter Fifteen**

"I don't have any clothes."

Harry looked over his shoulder at me and raised a brow, a mischievous smirk on his face. I picked up a shirt from his bed and threw it at him.

"Shut up, I mean I don't have clothes to wear tonight. Like, pajamas."

"I know what you meant," he chuckled and walked over to a dresser I didn't notice before. He rummaged through the top drawer and pulled out a white shirt. Harry turned back to me and walked over, tossing the shirt to me.

"This is... yours?"

He nodded, "If you want a bottom, I'm sure Sheena has." 

"Okay. I'm just gonna go get ready.."

Another chuckle escaped his lips. "You don't have to be nervous. The loo is the third door on your right." He turned and walked to the telly, sitting in the bean bag chair.

I turned and walked out of the room, holding the shirt. I looked around the hall, wondering g which room Sheena was staying in. Biting my lip, I knocked on the door closest to Harry's.

A couple of seconds later, the door opened and a familiar, sleepy head peeped out of the door.

"Zayn..?"

Zayn chuckled and nodded, "The fabulous Christy. What's up?"

I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, "I was, er, looking for Sheena's room."

"Sheena? She's bunking with Niall. It's the door that's always locked."

I nodded, "Okay. I'll leave you to whatever you were doing. Thanks."

Zayn was about to turn into his room before he stopped. "Oh, and Christy?"

"Yes?"

"Don't hurt him. It's hard for Harry to find someone who actually want to be with him. Most girls have gone after him for the fame or whatever rubbish they could think of. He was torn after what happened with Taylor. Just... Be careful."

I didn't know how to respond at first. After a moment, I said, "I wouldn't dream of hurting him."

He sighed and turned back into his room. Just before the door closed, I heard him mutter something.

"I hope so."