Secrets

Curiosty

Blaire's P.O.V.

"Hey, lovebirds! Who wants to go party at the flat?"

My cheeks heat up at the nickname for Harry and I the boys have created.

"Yeah, sure." Harry replies, more to himself than them.

I don't think either of us realized how long we had been laying there playing the game of many questions, until the child-like boys brought it to our attention.

It was 7:00 in the evening, with the sun starting to set, and the moon starting to show.

Wow, we had literally let hours pass without noticing.

I didn't mind, however. The more time I got to know Harry, the more I wanted to know.

Questions were constantly popping into my head, flowing nonstop.

"We can continue our little game later, Styles."

Harry stands, reaching down for my hand to help me up. I grab on to his large hand, noticing how soft it is. He pulls me up with ease, and we are on our way to 'party' as Louis said.

Waking down the streets of London with my hand wrapped in Harry's, is something I could do everyday and never get tired of it.

Louis and Niall led the way, followed by Liam and Zayn, with me and Harry trailing behind. Though we were walking in pairs, all of us conversed with one another. To others waking on the street we probably looked like a big gang.

"What are you smiling at?" I didn't realize I was, until Harry pointed it out.

"Oh, nothing."

Why was I smiling? I don't know.

Everything just felt so right.

"Sure, nothing." Harry emphasized the word nothing by putting air quotes around it, as a smirk played upon his face.

"London is beautiful at night, isn't it?" I sighed dreamily, trying to change the subject.

"It is, the city is so lit up." His eyes twinkle under the streetlight, sparkling like the stars above.

He looks over to me, catching my stare.

"Staring at me, Johnson?" A chuckle escapes his mouth, making my heart flutter.

"Don't flatter yourself, Styles." I scoff, trying not to be obvious.

"I'm the most beautiful here, obviously." Zayn turns around, sending me a wink.

"Whatever you say, mate." Liam says, patting Zayn on the back.

The argument between Liam and Zayn continues as we walk on the pavement.

A cool wind blows past us, making me shiver.

"You cold?" Harry asks with concerned eyes.

Could this boy be any more caring?

"No, I'm fine." I try to play it off but goosebumps appear on my bear arms, giving away my lie.

"Here, take this." Harry pulls off his sweater and hands it to me, "it will keep you warm."

"Thanks." I mumble.

I pull the oversized sweater over my head, it falling to my mid-thigh. My nostrils fill with Harry's strong scent, peppermint and cologne.

I look over to see Harry staring at me, a grin on his face.

"What is it?" Light giggles come from my mouth.

"Uhm...you just, like, look really cute in my sweater." His cheeks go red, as he tries to hide his embarrassment my casually looking at everything but me.

If anyone is embarrassed, it should be me.

To my relief, we arrive to what I assume is the boys' flat, before I have time to respond.

Knowing me, anything response would have been completely awkward.

As we walk into the flat, I'm truly impressed.

There are several brown couches in front of a flat screen television, the walls are a nice shade of tan, and the ceilings are high. Not to mention, everything is clean.

"You'd think with 5 boys living here it would be a total mess." I mumble to myself, not intending for anyone to hear.

"I HEARD THAT." Louis yells from across the room.

"I think she underestimates us, boys." Liam butts in.

"Not all boys are messy." Niall sticks out his tongue like a kid.

"Yeah, you're just a hater." Harry crosses his arms and pokes his bottom lip out in a pout.

"You guys are a bunch of babies."

Five heads whip around to face me all at once, quite intimidating if you ask me.

"Get her!"

I run as fast as I can up the stairs, hearing footsteps close behind me.

The first door that comes into sight I open and close as quietly as I can, luckily no one was near enough to see me do so.

The stampede flies past the door, letting me know I'm safe for now.

I wonder who's room this is?

The first thing I notice is a large bookshelf, filled top to bottom with many novels.

Wuthering Heights

Pride and Prejudice

Moby-Dick

The Scarlett Letter

Jane Eyre

The shelves are filled with many classics I own myself, along with some I have never heard of.

What catches my eye is a leather binding, it almost being hidden in the back of the case.

The cover is leather as well, the edges rough and front worn. There is a simple tie, keeping the book from being open.

It almost looks as a journal.

Curiosity takes over me at the thought. Who's journal?

Whoever's it is, they sure did not do a good job of securing it.

I untie the strings, being very careful with the object that looks as it could fall apart with one false move.

Dear Elise,

Why did you have to go-

"What do you think you're doing?" A loud voice booms behind me.

Harry.

Harry's room.

Harry's journal.

"N-nothing."

He swiftly makes his way over to where I stand, snatching the journal from my grasp.

"Don't touch my stuff."

With that being said, he storms from his room just as quickly as he arrived.