Serendipity [Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 4

Shouting. I woke up to the sound of shouting. It sounded like playful banter though, nothing too serious. Sounded like fighting over a video game actually. They all sounded like men’s voices as their accents carried throughout the large home. I hadn’t woken up like this since I lived at home with my family. Back in San Diego, I lived in a cozy 3-bedroom home with my parents, 3 out of 6 brothers, my brother’s girlfriend, and 5 dogs. To say the house was crowded was an understatement. I didn’t mind the crowd though. There was a sense of closeness within us all when we all ate dinner together, watched TV, and just shared laughs throughout the day. I was definitely a family girl.

I love to sleep, so I would easily sleep in til 12 or even 1 o clock on most days, so it was easy to be rudely awoken by a bunch of brothers who woke up at 8 am everyday. Mostly they would bicker over clothes, or what to watch on tv, or who ate the last of the cereal. Most families would break up the fights or frown upon it, but it was just our way of making our point, and it never got physical. Verbal fights were normal in the household and were never taken too far and grudges were never held. I missed home. But I’m here for my future and they were all fully supportive. I always go back for holidays or when I get breaks. I had strong relationships with my parents, so I called almost everyday to ask how everyone was doing. It was a refreshing way of getting my mind off schoolwork.

As soon as I cracked open my eyes, I was met with a semi-dark room. My favorite. Who doesn’t like to wake up in a dark cave after a blissful nap? The only bad part is that I was still in my clothes and jeans are the worst things to fall asleep in.  The door being closed muffled the shouts and I was thankful. I could only slightly remember how I got to this bed.

We had just pulled up to this beautiful 2-story mansion up in the Hollywood hills. I didn’t have time to take in the view or admire the house due to the fact that I was half asleep and Harry quickly carried me inside. All I remember was thinking how beautiful and breath taking the architecture was. I was grateful that he didn’t make me walk though; my feet ached from the small adventures we went on today. I didn’t pay much attention to his décor; I would save that for later. I just kept my eyes closed and nestled into his broad chest even more. When he finished climbing the stairs, he walked me to the second door on the right and kicked the door gently open with his foot. Placing me softly on the fluffy white comforter, he pulled a hand-knitted quilt over my body, moved my hair out of my face and walked out of the room.

I kicked off my sandals so I wouldn’t make too much noise walking along the hardwood floor. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, especially because he had guests over that I did not know. I cracked open the door and peered out into the hallway. So far, I could tell there was a lot of effort into the décor of this place. Modern, yet classic clean dark wood furniture was placed all along the walls. It was warm and comforting. Even candles were placed along tables, it was inviting. Pictures of family hung along the walls and I stopped in front of each of them to take in all the details. To me, looking at other people’s family pictures in their homes gives you a glimpse into their personal life and their relationships.

I first noticed old family photos, there were about three of them. You could noticeably tell they were of baby Harry, a slightly older girl, and parents. Next were of a group of five good-looking boys, one of a cat, and then some were just paintings of scenery. I was broken out of my curious trance as I heard footsteps approaching. My eyes widened and I darted towards the nearest door. I slammed the door and turned my back to the wall and let out a sigh.

“Oi mate! Where’s your bathroom? I have to take a major wee and your house is a maze of randomness!” I heard a guy’s voice say. His voice was not as deep as Harry’s, but his accent was lovely nonetheless. It was until the doorknob started rattling that I realized the room I chose happened to be the bathroom. Just my luck to choose this one room out of the millions that seemed to be in the house. I quietly turned the lock on the knob to unlock the door and dashed behind the shower curtain to avoid being seen. If I am found, I’m pretty sure I will die of embarrassment.

A soft patter of shoes entered the room and I froze. I’m surprised the stranger couldn’t hear the sound of my heartbeat, it was almost deafening in my ear as I held my hand over my mouth to also quiet my breathing. Why am I hiding again?

The sound of a zipper coming undone caused my eyes to nearly pop out of my sockets. Please let this be over soon, I don’t think I could handle this anymore. The mystery person let out a sigh of relief as he finished his business. I would’ve giggled normally at a time like this, but I was more concerned with going unnoticed. Assuming he went to go wash his hands, I think he began to look for some soap.

“Just like him not to have anything to clean my bloody hands with. Guess I’ll check the shower for soap.” Please God, no. Go away. Just as I had barely begun thinking of an escape plan, the shower curtain was ripped out of my grip and the only thing I could think of doing now was scream.

I’m pretty sure it was quiet ear piercing as this now revealed mystery person screwed his eyes shut and covered his ears. “Bloody hell!” was all he said until 4 more boys ran into the small bathroom, including Harry. Great. Today just made a turn for the worst.

“Louis! What the hell did you do to the poor girl?!” Harry exclaimed.

“Me?! You should be asking her that! She’s the one who now has me traumatized for life! It’s been one of my fears since I was a child to rip open a shower curtain and find someone standing there! Good thing I took a wee before I did that or else I’d need to borrow some pants mate!” So his name was Louis. His hair was a little long yet styled up and back. He was a long skinny fellow who wore skinnier jeans than me and a loose white tee. Quite good-looking but easily scare able. If I stick around, this information will come in handy someday, I deviously thought.

“Hiii…” I shyly spoke aloud to the five boys. They all studied me, and I think I caught a few of them looking me up and down. Self-conscious Camilla comes out again as I looked down towards me feet then up at Louis. “I’m sorry I was hiding and scared you. I heard you coming down the hall and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t see anything I promise.” The boys all laughed and one of them slapped his shoulder.

“Oi, good thing mate. Hate for someone, especially a girl, to see that poor little guy.” The blonde one said with an Irish accent, I assume. With that, all the other boys burst into laughter and I let out a small giggle. “She’s cute Haz, good going mate.” He added after watching me giggle. Why am I blushing again?

“Come on boys, get outta here. I’ll introduce you soon. She’s shy and you’re freaking her out.” I could almost kiss Harry’s feet right now for reading me like a book and getting them out. I still have no idea why I am so socially awkward. “Hey love, how do you feel?”

I’ll get back to you on that, Harry.

So i dont even know if aaanyone is enjoying this story, but it's pretty fun so im just going to keep updating and hopefully readers could catch on. If you are one of the very few people to be reading, feel free to leave feedback or even ideas. I'm an open person. :)