Confident

14- Harry's House

Harry parked outside his house and looked over at Brooklyn who was sleeping peacefully, but she was still shivering slightly. Harry said and quietly got out of the car, walking round to Brooklyn's side and gently lifting her out of the car.

She snuggled into his chest and Harry smiled, kicking the car door shut with his foot before walking up to the large house in front of him. It wasn't late, but it was dark out, so most people were awake and Harry bumped into Kal and Greyson.

Greyson raised his eyebrows and looked at Brooklyn. "Why do you have Brooklyn?"

"Dude!" Kal gasped. "You killed her!"

"She's shaking like a fucking leaf, you idiot," Greyson snapped and Harry just sent Kal (FYI: Kal just fully autocorrected to anal...😂) a look. "Of course she isn't fucking dead."

"Phew, that was a close one," Kal muttered and Harry shook his head.

"I'm taking her to my room-"

"Why is she here in the first place?" Greyson asked.

"We got into an argument and she got out of the car. I drove off and when I was going to turn back to get her my fucking car broke down so I had to wait until I could get it fixed before I could get her," Harry explained and Greyson scoffed, smirking at Harry.

"Dick," he said and walked off. "If she breaks anything she pays for it!" He called and Harry rolled his eyes.

"You left a girl on the side of the road," Kal clarified and laughed. "Man, that's low."

"Fuck off, Kal," Harry snapped and walked up the stairs to his room. He laid Brooklyn on his bed and pulled the bed sheets over her. Harry then sighed and retreated to the chair, slumping down on it and looking at a sleeping Brooklyn.

He didn't expect this to be the first time she was in his bed.

*

Brooklyn opened her eyes and immediately shot up in the bed. "This is not my room," she said to herself and looked around in panic. She quickly checked herself over and squeaked when she realised someone had changed her top. "Okay, calm down," she whispered and glanced around the room. It was quite empty, with only the basic furniture. The carpet was dark and the walls were white.

It seemed cold and empty.

"What do you last remember?" Brooklyn asked herself and racked her brain. "Harry, the beach, the argument, Harry- he drove off! The bastard!" Brooklyn paused and frowned. "He came back."

Brooklyn chewed on her lip and guessed she must be in Harry's room.

She climbed out from underneath the black silky sheets and padded over to the wardrobe, curiously opening it and peering inside Harry's personal belongings. "Black, grey, white, black, cream, black- Oh pink!" The flicked through his dismal coloured outfits and smirked when she spotted one of the only items of colour, a pink shirt.

She couldn't help but think about how good he'd look in that pink shirt.

Brooklyn then wandered over to the door and looked at the door handle, slowly reaching for it and opening it. She stepped out into a long high ceiling hallway and she could hear voices. She looked down the hallway and spotted two people walking in her direction. A girl with dark hair and a male with brown, they both seemed a few years above Brooklyn and the girl was laughing at something the guy said.

They stopped when they spotted Brooklyn and the girl narrowed her eyes in distaste and looked Brooklyn up at down. "How many times have I told my damn brother to send his fucking girls home!" The girl snapped. "Sorry, this isn't a hotel, you need to leave. Don't expect Greyson to call you. All you are is a fuck to him. He doesn't care and he never will, about anyone."