Loose Change (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) Book 2 (IN EDITING)

Part eleven

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Harry and Niall left to the studio about an hour ago. I don't know what time they're going to come back, but I already feel bored out of my mind.

I would normally just walk out of the house and roam the area, but one, I don't want to scare Harry and or Niall if they come back early and I'm not here, two, I have nothing to lock the house with, and three, I don't want to get lost. So it looks like I'm stuck here for a few hours.

I sigh as I walk into the kitchen. To be honest I'm not really hungry, but there isn't anything else to do.

I decide to just serve myself a cup of orange juice and I slowly sit down in a chair that belongs to the large, empty kitchen table. I take a sip as my eyes begin to observe the mug. It's a pretty ivory white mug that is a little chipped and has a few scratches, but is good enough I guess. Wow, am I really that bored that I'm observing cups?

I bring the cup up to my eyes and I begin to rub the handle with my thumb. I sigh. I guess I am.

I place it down and I shut my eyes for a quick second. I really wish Katherine or Rose we're here...well Rose especially. She can make anything interesting and I just love talking to her.

I wonder if Katherine and Rose even know where I am or what happened with my dad... I take a deep breath and I place my head in my hands as I groan. They most likely do.

I know Rose won't pity me but I can't say the same for Katherine. Dang. Now she's never going to look at me the same and she most likely loathes my father. She's very protective of me for some reason. I wouldn't consider her like a second mom, but more of a grandmother. But maybe she is like a mother, but I wouldn't really know...I don't really know what a 'mother' is. I can't help but chuckle a little at my thoughts, Katherine used to tell me that I was an over thinker. I think she was right.

I try to take another sip of juice, but realize how the cup is now empty. I lazily get out of the chair and I walk over to the sink. I quickly and carefully wash it, making it shine and I place it back in the cupboard.

Now what? Should I go back to the balcony?

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I stare up at the high ceiling. Maybe I can explore the house, learn it a little better.

I smile a little. Ya, that actually is a good idea.

I begin to twirl a piece of my hair around my right index finger in a slow motion, the smell of strawberry shampoo filling my nostrils as I begin to walk down one of the many long hallways.

The hallway is familiar, it's the hallway with all the bedrooms including mine. I know I've walked through it before, but I've never really looked inside the rooms. I remember there being a laundry room and well my room. The laundry room wasn't very exciting to see and I see my room every day.

I shrug and begin to open a few doors. The first one is a huge closet filled with many T-shirts, dress shirts, pants, jackets, and a pile of shoes. They're all men's clothing and I can already tell that they belong to Niall. I don't think Harry would ever wear bright clothing, but then again I don't really know him that well. Sure I know simple facts about him, but I don't think I know him that personally yet, but the thing is that I think I want to...I want to know him better. My heart begins to beat faster as Niall's voice plays in my mind.