Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 13

A loud 'click' sound as I open the door to room, calming myself from the resisted jog.

A gasp fills the air when I step in, a naked Harry only in his boxers on couch infront of our television, the screen of it reflects different colours at last getting black. He calmly turns his head with a smirk as If looking down upon me. How dare he! How did he get in here?

"Mr.Styles you don't have a bit of manners, how did you get in here Harry?" I speak my thoughts, they came gritted through my teeth.

"Don't forget your sister's my friend..." I mentally slapped myself at Emma's stupidness, she can never ever rely upon a guy, she just handed him our room keys blindfolded even when she knows there are beyond personal stuff in girl's room!

He stands up and the remote falls from his lap my eyes travel down to where the controller fell, and back to his toned torso my eyes rake between his shoulder blade to his Adam apple.
I don't want to check him out but still his features can ensnare anyone.

"Capturing a photo is easier than staring all day" He exclaimed putting the fallen thing back to a little coffee table. Fine I was checking him out but can anyone accept his embarrassing moment? No.

"Get out of my room right now or else I'll-' I shriek when he tightly grasped my waist pulling me towards him, I shut my eyes and my hand rest on his chest He's muscular but not to extent. His lips pursued into a thin line as his green orbs flitted between mine. He dips his head hiding under my damp hair "..or else you'll what?" He murmured, drawing back enough to look in my eyes, his voice much raspier the room falls into a dead silence, my heart hammering a mile fast, I could hear my beating. The cheeky bugger. He's doing it intentionally.

Frustration slurs in me, I try to wriggle out but his grip's firm but gentle like he's holding a feather as he hold me from my sides.

"Look Harry my sister and I can't give you what Jodi can, so it's better to stop your vulgarity-" Multiple hits were thrown on him but in vain. His brows knight together in a frown same as his grip looses. A sigh of relief passed my lips.

"Niel is comin' to pick me up, and don't worry I'll never come here" He ignored my statement, turning his back from me his demeanour changing from cheeky to serious. I don't regret it least it is what it is.

"You want something?" But he denied my offer with a curt No'
I picked up his soaked pants and his v-neck white shirt fleetwood mac hmm. with my thumb and index finger, throwing it into my hamper aiming to laundry them and returning him. It's still pattering outside but little less than before.

Harry's sitting on my bed with his arms wrapped infront of his chest, he sure looks like a two year little toddler making a fuss. Sky is getting dark blue and the late evening is on head, I want to offer him a blanket but to my afraid he will burst if I will even poke him.

Loud knock startles me from trance, I move my feet, getting my hair in a bun. Opening the door revealing an impatient Niel bouncing on his one leg.

"Hi. Come in." I stand aside gesturing him to come, he's carrying Harry's clothes in his arms.

"Your room is quite cosy. I love it here" He rubs his neck back, confused with his friend appearance a naked friend!. And for the cosy room my ass the mattress will break your spine if you'll sleep more than two days on it.

He places the clothes at the night stand as his eyes discover our room roaming from the closest to our small studying table.

Harry slipped into his clothes while I played with the hem of my shirt, my eyes momentarily lifted and widen when I saw Niel eating Emma's Nutella. There's something with these friends annoying, and out of ethics at the same time.

I was shocked and hesitant to stop him before I can snatch that bottle from him it was done by Harry. He glares him while I stood there not know what to do.

"It was Emma's, but it's okay" I murmured which couldn't even heard by me.

Harry huff angrily dragging Niel outside, I wave my hand him at his 'Goodbye.

They are tough, like children with mature stuff. Laughing and crying at the wrong situations what they are.

I wide my arms at my both side falling into the heap of sheat on the bed, my body relaxed further into the mattress like butter.

Today was exhausting with all the silent chaos came along with Harry, was he saying truth will he never going to see me.

I decided not to think about it, but it provokes me to talk to Emma the recent event was horrific, if she can give keys to Harry than she can give it anybody I need to talk to her.

Looking around my whole room is mess with the scattered notes on the grubby desk to the stained carpet.

I shake my head scepticaly I can't do it alone I have to wait till Emma comes.