Call Me Hopeless, But Not Romantic; h.styles

Chapter 12

As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I saw that I was in the same position that I had fallen asleep in last night; curled up into a ball with the covers pulled up to my face. I looked over and saw Louis was still leaning against the wall at the head of the bed with his ankles crossed at the end, just like last night. The only difference was his head was now leaning towards his left shoulder. I laughed as I watched little trickle of drool slide out of his mouth and down his cheek. After several minutes of debating whether or not I should wake him, I decided against it. I wriggled out of the blankets and crawled over Louis.; that was my only way out since I was trapped between him and the wall. I tried my hardest to not wake him.

While padding downstairs, still wearing Louis' shirt and shorts, the living room came into view. "Holy shit." I muttered under my breath. The living room was a mess. If the rest of the house was this bad then it's going to take forever to get it picked up and put back together. Red cups and trash were everywhere. As I made my way into the kitchen, I found it was even worse than the living room. I wanted to help clean up but I had to eat before I did anything. Opening the fridge, I discovered a box of pizza. I grabbed a slice, took a bite, and made my way towards the sink, hoping I would find what I was looking for. Sure enough, I found a box of trash bags in the cupboard under the sink. I pulled the box out and set them on the counter.

"You know. Some people like to sleep past 8 o'clock." I whipped around to face a basically naked Harry, in only a pair of black boxer briefs.

"You're making it incredibly impossible to sleep with all the noise you're making."

"I was hardly making any noise!" I defended myself.

"I think you're forgetting, my room is right underneath you." He took a step closer to me but I traveled around the island and pulled a chair out to sit down so I could finish my slice of cold, cheese pizza. I could see Harry mentally questioning my action at first but when I sat at the island, I saw all traces of suspicion vanish. He opened the cupboard hanging on the wall, next to the sink and pulled out a glass before turning on the sink faucet and filling the glass with tap water. I was relieved to see that he wasn't aware of the real reason of my moving. I honestly am not 100 percent sure why I moved, myself but for some reason I knew I wouldn't be able to stand the fact of him being so close and yet wearing so little. Yes, Harry is an asshole but he was still hot.

"Does it bother you that I'm only in my boxers?" He questioned with a devious smirk plastered across his face before bring the glass of water up to his lips.

"Yes, it does actually." It bothered me that all I could think about was looking down just a little farther when I knew I shouldn't.

"Hmm. That's gotta be a first. Most girls are begging me to take my clothes off and here you are asking me to put some on." Shaking my head, I shot him a death glare.

"What happened to being modes?" I interrogated.

"Eh. I've never really been into the whole modesty thing. I was always running around without clothes when I was little. My mum would chase me and try to get me to put clothes on. She never usually caught me but the few times that she did, I took the clothes right back off after she got me put into them." It was hard to imagine Harry laughing and having fun. Every time I was around him he was grumpy and hardly bearable.

"Well, if you're expecting me to chase you around the house and try to pin you down to put clothes on you, you're sadly mistaken." I found myself thinking about how that could possibly end. I shook the thought from my mind, not wanting to see where it would end. I know my mind and I know where it would end up taking things... Too far. It would have been taken too far. I shuddered at the thought.

"Nah. I'm gonna stay like this just because it seems to bother you so much." I wanted to smack that smug smile right off his face.

"Go away. Go back to bed or something." I pulled a bag from the box after finishing my pizza and got to work on cleaning. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry do the same.