Brown Curls. Red Eyes.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Ahhhh!" I screamed and sat straight up, then quickly put my hand over my mouth to cover my screams. The whole bed is soaking wet in my own sweat and so is my clothes.

Wait a second, these aren't my clothes. I'm wearing a white v-neck shirt that almost reaches mid-thigh and boxers that sure as hell aren't mine. As soon as I realize I'm not wearing my clothes 5 boys, wearing nothing but boxers and t shirts, burst through the door.

Harry being the most panicked. "What happened?! Is anyone in here?! Are you okay?!" Harry says rushing over to me.

"Yes everything is fine. I just had a bad dream about... Never mind." I say trailing off at the end. Hoping they don't ask about my dream.

"That must've been some dream" Niall says laughing at the end. Then all the boys except Harry file out of the room.

Harry sits at the edge of the bed rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. Then I start to look at his back and see his muscles move through his thin white shirt. Hold on. Is that- no. It couldn't be.

"Oh but it is." My subconscious adds.

Oh my god. He is wearing the exact same thing as I am. That means he was the one who changed me. I haven't even been here a whole day and one of them have already seen me naked.

"Don't worry. I had my eyes closed." Harry says turning around to face me.

"What?!" I say. Confusion clear in my voice.

"When I changed you. You just looked so uncomfortable while you were asleep. So I changed you into some of my clothes." A smile tugs at his lips and he turns back around to hide it.

While he's smiling I'm over here with my mouth open wide. I can't decide if I should reply with a witty comment or a confused one and make myself even more vulnerable. I decide to go with the witty.

"How did you know that I looked uncomfortable while I was asleep?" I say turning my head trying to hide my grin.

"Um well, I was watching you sleep. It's just that I've never really seen anyone sleep in so long, and you just looked so peaceful. Then you started turning and you had this unfortunate frown on your face. And you looked so uncomfortable." Harry says rubbing the back of his neck. The way he says his explanation makes him sound like a child admitting to a wrong doing.

"But why your clothes?" I ask.

"Well, after all you are in my bedroom." He says with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, I better be going we've got a busy day today " he says and in a flash he's gone. What is wrong with these people?