Those Five Boys {EDITING ATM}

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

I was walking in the neighborhood and decide to make a surprise visit with Liam, and maybe mess around with Claire if she's home. Sometimes I get bored and I like to talk walks around.

Walking up to Liam's doorstep, I knock on the door, waiting for him to open. Footsteps grow louder and the door opens, revealing Liam.

"Hey man." I greet him, shooting him a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" Liam says, frowning at my presence.

"Why?" I furrow my eyebrows. "I can't stop by and hang out with one of my best mates?"

"I have stuff to do." He sighs. Him trying to get rid of me is fun, but I'm not done talking to him just yet.

"C'mon I'm so bored." I groan, drawing out the last word.

"Okay," he surrenders, "just wait here, I have to clean up, my place is a mess."

"Really? I don't really care about your flat being a mess." I tell him, rolling my eyes, shivering at the temperature outside.

"Well I do so just wait here." He sassily tells me, shutting the door in my face.

Liam's POV

Crap, I have to figure out a way to get Claire out of here. She's going to freak out when I tell her.

"What's wrong?" She asks, concern written on her face.

"Harry's here." I tell her and she tenses up, her eyes widening.

"No, he can't- I can't be here, I need to get out of here." She says, standing up quickly as she starts to pace around the room.

"Okay, calm down," I sigh, "I have a backdoor, you can sneak out there. Remember the fence has a gate that connects to your house?"

She nods, heading upstairs. When she comes back down, she's wearing the clothes had on yesterday with the black shirt in her hands.

"Here," she says, handing the shirt to me.

"No you keep it," I shake my head, "now hurry before Harry comes in." I guide her to the backdoor.

"Bye," I whisper to her.

Claire pulls me in for a hug, and I quickly hug back before she pulls away.

"Bye," she whispers back, heading out of my house.

Closing the back door, I walk quickly to the front door and open it, seeing Harry shiver.

"Took you long enough." He mumbles, rubbing his arms, frowning at me.

"Sorry, but I did tell you it was a mess." I mention.

"But like I said I don't care if your house is messy or not," he says, rolling his eyes as he walks in my house. Closing the door, Harry plops down on the couch and turns on the Tv. Following him, I sit next to him and and watch Tv with him.

"So, you gonna do anything tomorrow?" Harry asks me, completely bored at the moment.

"I don't think so." I shrug, leaning back into the couch.

I was supposed to hang out with Claire tomorrow but you showed up. I say in my head, scowling at him mentally.

"Well you are now. Zayn, Niall, Louis, and I are gonna go to the park and play football (soccer), you're going with us.

"Do I have a say in this?" I look over at him, seeing him shake his head.

"Nope."

"Sure I guess." I tell him, sighing as Harry displays a smirk.

"Well then it's settled." He states, standing up. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yup," I nod, watching him walk out of my house.

Harry's POV

At least I accomplished something today, getting Liam to come hangout with me and the boys is an accomplishment right?

I just remembered that I told Claire to do an essay for me, so I head to her house and see if she has it finished.

Walking up to her flat, I knock on the door and wait for her to open up. As soon as she opens the door and realizes it's me, she immediately tenses up, seeing the fear in her eyes.

"W-What are you doing here?" She asks me, not making eye contact.

"Well hello to you to then." I fake annoyance.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, but I hear her anyway.

"I was just wondering if you got that essay done for me." It came out more of a statement than a question.

She nods, staring at the floor like she's in shame.

"Good," I nod approvingly, walking away.

I hear the door shut faintly as I walk back to my house, soon collapsing onto my bed to sleep.

Claire's POV

What the heck just happened.

Harry scared the living daylights out of me when he showed up at my door. I was afraid he was gonna threaten me or something but that conversation was pretty mellow. It was strange.

I remember that he was at Liam's house while I was there also for a split second. He could've saw me. Who knows what would I happened if Harry saw me there. He would rage. That was close, way too close.

These past two days I've gotten to know Liam better. He's super sweet, kind to me, and he showed me what it's like to laugh and feel cared for. I'm glad enough to say that I have a friend, a real friend.

I finally take a shower, washing all the dirt out of my hair as I finish, drying it after. I wear Liam's black shirt with some pajama shorts as I climb into bed. The softness of his shirt is so comfortable, that I drifted off to sleep as soon as I closed my eyes.