"You know, there are other ways I can get into the bathroom, Katie," Harry said.
"You're funny, Hazza."
"I'm being serious. There's the window...I can always get the key..."
"You wouldn't!"
"But I would. Pleeeeeeeease, Katie?"
I leaned against the door, still fully clothed and hair full of taco meat and sour cream.
Before I could answer him, I heard Zayn say, "Come on, Harry. We've got kids in the house. Put some clothes on."
I heard Harry sigh. "You win this time, Katie," Harry said, "but you will give in."
I waited until I heard him walk away to get undressed and hop into the shower. As I was washing the taco ingredients out of my hair, I began singing the chorus to "Pyramid" by Charice.
"Pyramid, we built this on I saw it rock. It feels just like its heaven's touch. Together at the top, like a pyramid. And even when the wind is blowing, we'll never fall just keep on going. Forever we will stay, like a pyramid."
"You sound great even in the shower." I was startled by Harry's voice.
"Harry! What did I say? You had to wait!"
I heard him chuckle. "Don't mind me, just sitting here listening to you sing. Do carry on."
I wanted to be mad at him, but I couldn't.
"You better stay out there, Harry. I'm being dead serious."
I heard him chuckle again.
"So did you use the door or the window, Harry?"
I wasn't singing that loud enough to block out other noises.
"The window."
"You aren't a very patient person, are you, Harry?"
I didn't hear him answer so I stuck my head out of the shower curtain. I saw Harry sitting on the toilet lid looking at my clothes.
"Harry, what are you doing with my clothes?"
It looked like he was...sniffing them. What a weirdo.
"I'm just thinking about if I should run off with them which forces you to run around the house to catch me in only a towel."
"Please don't."
I went back to finishing my shower. When I was finished, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself. I opened the curtain to find not only Harry gone, but my clothes too. Darn that boy.
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I can honestly picture him doing this...
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