Untouched Memories (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Moving in

“You ready?” I hear Eleanor call through the door.  “Come onnnnnnn, Charlie!” She whines through the door. 

“I told you I was coming over at 11 to get you; I thought you’d be ready!” She complains. 

“It is 11!” I shriek back with a laugh. I hear her laugh through the door before replying “It’s 11:02, thank you very much!”

I take my two large suitcases by the handle and hurriedly scurry out the door of room 2 B for the last time.  “Finally!” El exclaims as she takes the handle to one of my suitcases.  “What do you have in this, Charlie! It’s so heavy!” El complains as we walk to the elevator. 

“Hey, I did move from the other side of the world, remember?” I say with a laugh as the elevator doors close and we travel down to the ground floor. When the doors open, El storms up and hurries to the front counter and I struggle to keep up  as I trail behind her.  The short lady behind the counter looks up with a smile. 

“Yes? How can I help you?”  

“I would like to checkout room 2 B. For Charlie- I mean, Charlotte, Wilson?” 

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“And…. This is your new room!” Eleanor exclaims in excitement as she opens up the door to the room across from the large bathroom.  “Do you like it?” She asks.

The room is crowded and small, yet elegant and sophisticated too.  It reminds me of my home.  The walls are cream and plastered with floral wallpaper. The bed is centered,  framed with a wooden, black frame and covered in elegant swirls.   The bed covers are silvery and shiny, and the bed is covered in many matching cushions. At the end of the bed is a long black, leather stool.  To the right of the bed is a dark wooded bedside table. And to the left of the bed, a door- a door, which leads to my walk in wardrobe. 

“Oh, El! I love it!” I tell her as I throw my arms around her and give her a big hug.  She laughs before taking my hand and pulling me into my new room.  Dramatically, she walks up to the walk in wardrobe, and slowly pulls open the door.  “Check this out,” she says.

The contents of the wardrobe are like nothing I have ever seen. My eyes glanced around the long wardrobe and I realise it is broken into three sections. On the left is a dress rack attached to the wall, covered in 5 multicoloured and multi-lengthened garment bags.  I recognise the first bag as the red chiffon dress I wore to the party, and the second dress to be my favourite dress from the photo shoot.

 “Where did you-?” I ask El, and she explains,

 “Teen Now gave you all the dresses you modelled for the shoot.” 

The middle section is made up of four cubic shelves midway along the wall and a set of four draws.  I open up draw the top draw to see contains 3 sets of pyjamas.  I figure the shelves must be for my other clothes. And the other draws for my underwear and socks.  

The third and final section was the most spectacular.  It was yet again cubic shelves, which covered the entire wall.  I was just tall enough to reach the top cube, which contained my shoes that I wore from the party, and the pink crème heels from the photo shoot.   

“Wow.”  Is the only thing I manage to say. 

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“Oh, Charlie, I forgot to tell you. I invited the boys around for lunch,” Eleanor tells  me at   1pm.  “What time are they going to be here?”  I ask, as I laze on the couch, my hair messily tied back.  “Well, in about 5 minutes. You should go fix your hair,” she replies.  The boys: Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn and Harry. Harry. Oh shit! I scramble off the couch, and into my new room, attempting to make myself look decent.