I threw open the curtains the next morning, watching as the sun polluted the room all around me. It's vicious rays of radiance washing away the dark to reveal my naked form as well as the complete mess of male that was Harry, who was sprawled out on my bed with his arms and legs sticking out of separate ends of the covers.
I laughed once, rolled my eyes and began to pick up the clothes that were strewn everywhere. I first started to collect mine, throwing them into the laundry basket. Then I began to pick up Harry's jeans, shirt and underwear - neatly folding them into a tidy pile onto my computer chair.
Then I withdrew to the bathroom and closed the door, letting out a long exhale of relief as I could finally stop prancing around like a lemur in the rain.
I ran the cold faucet and grabbed my toothbrush, sticking it into my mouth after I applied to a long layer of toothpaste.
It didn't take long for me to get back into my daily morning routine once I'd managed to escape the stealth of actually waking up. I mean, Harry did keep me up until super later hours in the morning, but it didn't stop me opening my eyes as soon as the clock struck eight.
After several rinses of mouthwash, I spat the foamy mixture into the sink and let it wash away with the rest of the water. Then I splashed my face and gave it a quick clean, watching as my cheeks went rosy from the gentle polish.
I was about to stick my hand into the shower and test the waters but then there were three hard knocks at my door. Not the bathroom, but the main door to my actual dorm.
"Shit." I mumbled, darting out the bathroom with the door open and the shower still running.
I quickly grabbed the closest boxers I could find - which were Harry's from his very neat pile of clothing, hand folded by yours truly - and stepped into them. Then I opened the door and stepped out, not even checking who it was until I felt the wooden panel against my back close.
"Well, good morning to you too." Liam said, eyeing my almost-bare physique as I stood in front of him in nothing but the loose-fitting boxers with a generous amount of spare space in the front.
My breathing was panted slightly from the light sprint to getting to where I was, but I tried my best to act like I hadn't rushed to get here. Even though it was obvious by my lack of attire and the fact I was guarding my door like the bouncers on the strip on Wednesdays. So power hungry, so overly protective, and so annoying.
"Don't ask." Was the first thing I said, looking either way to make sure no-one else was around.
After all, it was Saturday, so the likeliness that anyone was actually awake was very little. Not everyone had the Horan morning ritual in their blood. So then that brought me to my next question.
"What are you even doing awake, Liam?" I asked. "We don't meet up until at least three on a Saturday."
"I know, I know. But I got a message late last night from Cindy. You know, blonde from my Bio? Yeah, she messaged me to hit her up last night but I was asleep and bloated from all the treats you brought me. So I'm heading to the gym and texting her later. Might make out that I was with some other chick, girls like that right?"
"God, Liam, no. They don't like that. I tell you this every other week." I sighed and put my thumb and forefinger to my forehead with closed eyes. "I guess this explains why you haven't been laid in a while."
"So... They don't like it?"
"Just go to the gym so I can get back inside, please?"
That was when he got slightly suspicious. All the signs prior weren't too obvious to my dearest friend, with him not being the brightest after all. "What are you hiding?"
