Behind the Lies

Chapter 6

Melanie's POV

"Okay, so the boxes over here are clothes, and the ones over here are like jewelry and pictures and random things for my room. Where do you wanna start?" I ask Harry as he glances at the stacks of boxes I have in my room, debating where to start.

"I'm going to have to go with clothes first, and then all the other junk! I'm interested to see if you own any clothes that aren't coffee stained!" Harry smirks at me and I smack his arm.

"Harry you're a dick, you know that?"

He grins at me and I poke one of his dimples, causing him to grin even bigger.

"Well being a dick didn't stop you from kissing me did it, Mel?" I feel my face get red at his words. He does have a point.

"Ughhh stop, let's just get to unpacking. I can't handle you!" I head over to the stack of boxes that contain my clothes, drag off the top box, and then thrust it into Harry's arms.

"God Mel, it feels like you wear bricks!"

"You're not strong enough to hold a box of clothes? You must be weaker than I thought!" I smirk at Harry and then gasp when he proceeds to empty the contents of the box onto my floor, spreading my clothes everywhere.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Harry just grins back at me. "You wanna call me weak again? See what happens!"

Where is he going with this? I'm kinda pissed at him for dumping my clothes out because now I'm gonna have to refold them in addition to putting them in my dresser. Oh well. I can tell Harry wants me to challenge his strength so I might as well play along with him.

"Yeah you heard me, you're weak! What now Styles?" I smirk at Harry as his eyes light up.

"Oh Mel, you have no clue what you just go yourself into. I'll give you three to run! One... Two..."

My eyes dart around the room as he starts counting looking for a place to hide from him, there's no way I can get out of my room before he starts chasing me. I decide on my bed, which is partially pushed into an alcove in my wall. I dash past Harry and hop up onto my bed, curling up in my bed where the bed meets the corner of the wall.

"Three! Ready or not, here I come!" Harry turns towards my bed and closes the distance between us. I curl up tighter, trying to make myself as small as possible.

Harry laughs at me. "I'm just kidding, you don't have to look so scared, I'm not actually gonna hurt you, here c'mon, let's clean this mess up!"

Harry reaches a hand out toward me and I grab it and he pulls me towards the edge of the bed. I was just pretending to be scared but he seemed pretty convinced!

Just as I'm about to swing my feet around to slide off the bed, Harry snakes his arms around my waist and hoists me up, slinging me over his back.

"Ahhhhh! Harry let me down!" I yell at him, pounding my fists against his back. Everything is upside down and then he spins, making it impossible to focus on anything.

"Still think I'm weak Mel?" Harry questions and I can tell by his voice that he's smirking.

"If I say no will you put me down?" I know he wants me to admit that he's strong.

"Hmmm, I'll consider it!" He answers.

"Well, I still think you're weak, lifting me up proves nothing!"

I squeal as Harry smacks my butt after I deny his strength again.

"Oh that's it, it's over for you." Harry's words are full of playfulness and he pulls me off from over his shoulder and the next thing I know, I'm pinned up against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist and his body pressing me into the wall, holding me up.