All At Once

Ch. 7: Making Changes: Part 1 of many

The drive took what felt like an hour but had really only been thirty minutes. We weren't even near any restaurants, but in a neighborhood of huge mansions.

"Are we...Are we going to your house or something?" I asked

"Sure." he replied and smiled widely which probably meant he knew this would annoy me but he was doing it anyways. 

"Great." I said and formed a straight line with my lips and looked back out the window. 

We pulled up to a gate which the driver got out and unlocked, then drove through what I assumed was someone's estate, for another ten minutes before getting to the actual house. 

And by house, I mean castle. This place was my house plus a hundred square feet, then times ten. 

I was starring at the house, I hadn't even noticed that we stopped or that Harry had already gotten out of the car. He opened my door and held out his hand for me. This was unbelievable, what was he planning on doing? My mind started leaning towards the worst which was, he was planning on killing me somehow. I shook my head and took his hand as he led me to the door. I let go of his big hand, feeling awkward holding it. He didn't seem affected though; he reached into his pockets for the key and unlocked the door. 

"Ladies first." He said. 

I walked in and looked around, immediately relaxing. I expected the big old houses that were extremely fancy and nice and old, but it was the opposite. Sure, it was clean, but it was no where near fancy. It looked casual. Normal couches, normal TV's, normal furniture, nothing special. 

"You live here by yourself? It's huge, like, thirty people could probably live here." I said.

"Well, not thirty..." he said and rubbed the back of his neck. 

"Well maybe that was an exageration but..." I looked back at Harry and gasped when I realized that of course, this house is too big for just one guy. But not too big for 5 guys. 

"Are they here?" I was a little annoyed that he didn't tell me all of the boys lived here. 

"I'm not sure. Come on in, love." I followed him down a long hallway into a big kitchen. 

"I thought I would make you breakfast, instead of taking you somewhere this time." he said, calm as ever. 

I sat on a stool. I could not believe how beautiful this place was. From the outside it looks enormous, but the inside wasn't actually that huge. It wasn't small either but it was cozy. Nice and warm. This was really nice of Harry, or Styles, whatever he wanted to be called this week. 

He opened up the big, stainless steel refrigerator and got out a few things including eggs, cheese, jalapenos, and milk. 

"Are omelets okay?" he asked

"That's fine." I replied

"I know I'm not as good as those chefs at those restaurants but I've been told I'm not that bad." he smirked.

"I bet." I hopped off the stool and began back down the hallway when his back was turned. I figured at the end of the hallway that it wasn't the one we had taken, this one led to two doors and a staircase. I went up the staircase because, why not? A little exploring never killed anybody.

I continued up the staircase, which was longer than I thought it would be until I heard Harry's voice. 

"Annie! Where'd you go?" 

I figured I could explore after breakfast because my stomach was growling. I turned back around pretty fast and then saw blackness. And that's the last thing I remembered.