Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

3. Something New

I drove up the driveway, parking in usual spot grabbing my bag from the backseat. I kept thinking about that text message sent by 'H' but I think it was that Harry guy...obviously. He was a stalker. Period.

I walk into the house seeing Liam watching television on the couch. I go straight to my room throwing the purse across the room and plummeting face down to my bed. Now I can find out where you live. What did he mean by that? Was he seriously going to get my address? How the hell did he get my number anyways!

"Ahhhh" I scream into my pillow, I was a bit scared of this guy. What if he kidnapped me in my sleep or something. I shivered at the thought and stood up heading for the bathroom in the hallway. A nice shower would really help me out. I locked myself inside turning the knob feeling the warm water cascade onto my hand. I squeezed the shampoo in my hand rubbing it into my scalp humming a made up tune.

"Nice little tune there" a voice that did not match Liam's echoed through the room.

I stopped what I was doing and freaked out. Who was in my bathroom? I slowly opened the curtain revealing a tall body leaning against the door.

"What the hell!!" I screamed grabbing the towel. "Who do you think you are, you pervert!"

"Wow, you really watch your mouth don't you? If someone was in my bathroom whilst I was showering I would cuss them a fucking storm"

"What? Get out you weirdo!" I exclaimed turning off the water and climbing out of the tub. I walked up to him pushing him out the door.

"Wait! Before you close the door on me I have to ask you something!"

"What?" I said, annoyed as I gripped the towel around my body.

"You shower nude right?" he smirked before I slammed the door in his face.

~Liam's _ POV +

I heard the door open then close telling me Vanessa was already home, I turned my head seeing one small glance of her going up the stairs. I went back to watching the football game silently cheering when the goalie blocked the opposing team's score.

After a few minutes I heard the water running from the upstairs bathroom, and after that a knock on the door. I slumped off the couch and headed to answer the door.

"Can I help you?" I asked the boy standing at my doorstep with a cheeky smile I didn't trust.

"Hi, I'm here to see, uh..." he glanced at the writing on his hand. "Vanessa!"

"What do you have to see Vanessa for?" I asked him eyeing his ink covered arm.

"I'm a friend of hers"

"I'm having a hard time believing that because I knew everyone that went to her school" I explained.

"Well I guess you don't know all her friends" he smirked, "And what makes you think we're not good friends?"

"Maybe because you're not her friend type, or the fact that you had to write her name on your hand to remember if. Like I said, I knew everyone at that school. And I've never see you" I told him.

"Maybe because you never opened your damn jockie eyes wide enough to pay attention to the new kids in school" he snapped catching me off guard. "Look, I tried being nice which is hard for me trust me it is, so either let me in or you can kiss the windshield of your car goodbye"

"Are you serious?" I asked him being ticked off by his attitude.

"Very, now if you don't mind" he let himself in and up the stairs.