CRASH (Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

Chapter 4 ∽ The Stranger In My Room

DEMI'S POV

As soon as Harry hung up the phone, I stood from my bed and picked up the clutter scattered all over my room. I put on a pair of denim shorts and a Ramones shirt and tied my hair into a messy bun. I laid on my bed and waited for Harry to arrive patiently, a couple of minutes later I recieve a text from him, informing me that he was already parked across our gate. I sent him a reply, saying that I'll be right down and stood from my position to get a pair of slippers and a hoodie.

I stealthily made my way past my mother's bedroom door and down the stairs, careful not to make any noise that would wake my Mum and Dorothy up. I moved through the main door and I could see a tall silhouette standing behind our gate. I walked towards our gate and the silhouette slowly turned into a familiar image of a guy wearing a black hoodie, whom I just met hours ago; the only difference is rather than hiding his face from me, now he was beaming a smile at me.

"Hey!" He greeted me a little too loudly as I opened the gate. I shushed him as he entered, motioning for him to keep quiet. He nodded apologetically and I reached for his wrist and guided him inside our house.

We made our way back inside -Me, guiding him and him, following me suit- while I held his wrist. I let go of him for a minute so I could lock the main door and turned to him as soon as I finished.

"Nice place." He said quietly, his eyes scanning the space around him.

"Thanks. My mum picked the furnishing... Let's go to my room," I replied nonchalantly at the same volume as I grabbed his wrist again. I took a step forward but his feet remained planted on the floor, "Why aren't you moving? I said let's go to my room." I whispered, facing him with eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't you think its a little too soon to invite me up to your room?" He said cheekily, raising his eyebrows and instinctively, I chuckled at his words.

"Please. I'm only letting you inside my room 'cause I can't risk my Mum or Dorothy seeing you," I told him sassily, folding my arms across my chest. This guy is so conceited but I have to admit, it kind of suits him.

"Who's Dorothy?" He asked while shrugging his hoodie off. I could now see that he was wearing a white shirt that was practically transparent, the ink on his stomach slightly visible even through the dimly lit room. I tore my eyes from his body and focused my gaze on his face.

"She's our help. Can we go upstairs now?" I answered him, getting impatient.

"Oh. That's cool." he said, seeming impressed but still was giving no attention to what I was saying.

"Well, I guess so. My mum's always not around that's why she hired Dorothy. Now, let's go upstairs before anyone wakes up."

"Alright, alright. You're an eager little bird, aren't you?" he said to me, smiling at his remark. I rolled my eyes at him, not agreeing with the way he was talking to me.

"Stop talking to me like that," I scolded him as he chuckled in amusement. I held his wrist again and started walking to my room with him following behind me. As we reached the room, I led us both inside and locked the door, "Um... Have a seat," I awkwardly told him as I stood stiffly by the door. I have had boys inside my room before, but this is the first time I let a guy whom I only just met into my personal space and quite frankly, I'm not sure if I made the right decision.

He nodded at my offer but didn't move a muscle, instead, he just stood there in the middle of the room. "Where exactly do I sit?" He asked, surveying the periphery.

"Well, you can sit on my bed and I'll sit right here." I suggested as I settled on the chair in front of my dresser. I propped both my feet up and crossed them, kind of like an indian seat position and looked at Harry, who was still standing in his place, "So? Are you just gonna stand there?"