The Unwanted House Guest

Chapter 3

I stare at the pink shell the rests in Harry's hand. I didn't think he remembered that day we spent in the sand but clearly he did. I'm speechless and Harry just stares at me, waiting for an answer.

"It's just a shell." I try not to make it a big deal. Something flashes across Harry's face and I swear he looked hurt for a second.

"I gave you this when we were kids, don't you remember?" He says hopefully. I sigh and take the shell out of his hand. Walking over to the bathroom, I place it back on the shelf in my shower.

"You should get dressed. You can take the couch. Goodnight." I call to him trying to ignore his question, locking myself in the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, washing my face, and changing into pajamas, I get myself ready for bed. By the time I open the door into my bedroom it's pitch black but I can make out the shape of Harry on my bed. The sound of light snores hits my ears and I wonder how he had fallen asleep so fast.

The couch is uncomfortable as hell so I just decide to take the bed with Harry. The bed dips as I quietly crawl in hoping not to wake Harry. As I sit there in darkness, next to the boy I've hated for so long, I wonder what I ever did to get myself into this position. Eventually sleep takes over and my eyelids fall once again.

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I wake up sweating at how warm it is in my bed. I try to get up to fetch a glass of water but I feel a weight pulling me down. Looking over at Harry I notice his arm is looped around my waist. Blushing at his unconcious actions I slowly wriggle my way to freedom and make my way downstairs.

"Zayn! Seen the new hottie in the house yet?" I'm greeted by Merissa and juicy gossip.

"Yup he's sleeping in my bed right now." I say nonchalantly. Her mouth drops open and she squeels with excitement.

"Are you kidding me! He's here for less than a day and you already slept together? Who knew you had it in you." She jokes while patting me on the back.

"Calm down we didn't sleep together. The guest room isn't ready yet so he just fell asleep in my bed." I shrug as if it's no big deal.

"So it's gonna happen right?" She questions. I laugh at her dirty mind as all she ever thinks about is sex with this guy, sex with that guy. Merissa is in no way a slut, she just has no filter.

"No Merissa. Nothing is going to happen. He probably won't even stay here for long, just until they find somewhere else to live." I say as I rummage through the fridge.

"Boo hoo I would have loved to hear about that." She says with a wink. I laugh and walk out of the kitchen back up to my bedroom.

As I open my door I'm greeted by Harry in a towel once again. This is the second time in the last 10 hours this has happened.

"Can't you just change in the bathroom!" I plead while looking away from his sinful chest.

"I figured I would show off what I have." He says cockily. I scoff at his comment and brush past him into the bathroom. After freshening up and getting ready for the day I walk back into my room. Harry is sitting on my bed on his phone. When I walk in he looks up at me.

"So what are we doing today?" he asks.

"We? What makes you think I would want to do anything with you?" I ask him. All he does is shrug his broad shoulders.

"Well I'm bored and I'm assuming you're bored because you seem like a boring person. Let's go out and do something." He suggests.

"I am not a boring person!" I defend myself, crossing my arms. This puts a smirk on Harry's face.

"Prove it then. Take me out and let's do something fun!" he chants while springing up from his position on the bed. I sigh and follow him downstairs and out the house.

"We can take my car." I say while slipping into my red Mini Cooper. Harry follows suit and we drive off in silence.

"So where are we going?" Harry asks after about ten minutes of driving.

"I don't know yet. I'm thinking." I say and he doesn't ask again. An idea pops into my head and I consider taking Harry with me. I decide to take the turn and bring him to my special place. 

"You're not gonna murder me are you?" Harry asks as we pull down a long dirt road. I giggle and look over at Harry who's actually smiling at me. I blush and turn back to the road.

"You'll see." I say. Once we stop and jump out of the car I take in my surroundings. The lush green trees create a canopy over our heads. Little spots of sun stream through the leaves and a small dirt path guides our feet. We stay silent as we walk until we reach the flowing stream. A small waterfall empties into the water which makes a perfect place to jump in from. A tree that hangs over the water adorns an old rope swing.

"Wow." Harry breathes, taking in the view. I look over at him and smile before pulling off my shirt. "Wait what are you doing?" Harry suddenly asks.

I chuckle, "Going swimming? Feel free to join, Curly." and with that I strip down to just my boxers. I notice Harry's eyes trail up and down my very naked body before he starts removing his own clothing. I sprint toward the rocks and start the climb to the top of the waterfall. Once I reach the top I look down at Harry who's just in his boxers and has his hands on his hips.

"How's this for boring!" I shout before jumping into a ball and plunging into the water. The warm water envelopes my body and I swim to the top so I can catch my breath. I watch as Harry is already swinging on the rope then shoots through the air. His body collides with the water in a flop. I wince at the painful sound and swim over to him.

"Are you ok? That sounded like it hurt." I say, chuckling a bit. 

"I landed on my back and slapped the water. Fuck that stung." Harry says with a laugh. I giggle then feel a pair of strong arms picking me up and tossing me through the air. When I reach the surface once again, I look over at Harry who has a smirk on his face. 

"Harry! How could you!" I scream and lunge for him, sending us both under water. Harry lifts me under water and shoots up causing me to flip over right next to him. He carefully picks me up again and holds me against his chest. We're both breathing rapidly and our faces are suddenly very close. "What are you doing?" I ask him, still trapped in his tight hold. He shakes his head then pushes me away.

"Let's go." he says coldly as he gets out of the water. I frown at his sudden change in attitude but follow his lead and throw on our clothing. 

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The drive home is silent. I can't seem to forget how close Harry was, holding me around the waist so our chests were touching. I look over at Harry as I drive and can't help but smile. His hair is still damp and drips occasionally. His wet shirt sticks to his chest, outlining his toned abs.

When we reach the house we're greeted by both our parents having tea in the living room. We walk in still dripping wet and are given strange looks.

"Where were you two?" my mum questions. 

"We went for a swim. We're gonna go clean up now." I say with a shrug and follow Harry upstairs. Inside my room I pull out some dry clothes and and toss Harry an extra towel, he catches it with ease and begins drying off in silence. Surpirsingly, Harry is the one to speak up.

"I didn't know you had that many tattoos." he comments as I take off my shirt and dry my chest. I shrug and continue drying myself.

"Yeah I've got quite a lot. Do you like them?" I ask.

"Yeah they're cool. Do you like mine?" he asks while gesturing to his body. I give a small laugh and nod my head.

"Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun." he says while slipping on a fresh shirt.

Maybe having Harry here won't be so bad.