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Crying in the shower.

Chapter Three- Crying in the shower.

I wake up to someone breathing beside me. My instant reaction is to open my eyes and hit whoever is that close, with a metal baseball bat.
But since it might be once of the boys, I decide to reevaluate my plan later.
Softly, I open one eye at a time. I'm on the small couch, where Louis was. Except now, Louis is on another couch, along with Niall on his couch, and Zayn and Liam on the floor, with about a thousand pillows to cushion their slumber.
They look like angels when their asleep. I wonder why Louis didn't just go off to bed.
The last thing I remember is him telling me he was going to go bed, and the tv went off. Myself, being half asleep, just moaned a quick
"MmmHmmm" and fell back asleep with a fuzzy blanket and a warm pillow encasing me in serendipity and dreams off Harry liking me and the boys, all five of them, being just as happy as they pretend to be.
I look around, and take in my surroundings.
The fan is on, the room is very brightly lit, though it's only the natural sunlight flowing in through the one window that doesn't have a closed curtain.
I must've been awake until at least 2:00 A.M, and then half in a trance for another half an hour. I'm still pretty dazed from last night.
I go to sit up, and my cheek un-sticks itself from my pillow as I pull up. There is one, little, slightly moist spot from my tears, and my cheek happened to be inhabiting that spot throughout the night.
It seems to be later in the day, at least noon-ish.
But I think I'm the only one up.
That is until I hear a clash in the closest bathroom.
"Harry!"
My first thought was to jump to him and hug him and apologize, but then I remember what Louis said.
"Leave him alone".
And also...quite honestly I'm still a little hurt from last night.
I wasn't the one who suggested we date, only in public of course. After that we can go back to not talking and having awkward silences I often resented for ruining any moment Harry and I may have shared.
"Where's my phone?" I wonder, though not nearly enough need for it to get up and look for it.
I'll just stay right here. I'm still a little tired, maybe I'll sleep for one more hour.
"Psst. Brooke. Hey! Come'ere!" Harry whispers sounding raspy.
I stumble up, and tip toe over to where my name was being called.
He's waiting for me around the corner.
"What the hell do you want!? What time is is??" I whisper-yell.
"Relax it's 11:30...wanna go somewhere?" He asks, not paying attention to my face again.
"W-what are you talking about? Last night you screamed that you didn't wanna go with me and then- um. What's that?"
He's playing with the bracelets on his wrists.
"You. Are wearing more."
"N-no i'm not." He stutters, turning away.
"That one. I've never seen it before.."
I stretch my hand out, slowly, and grab a rubber one that says "London".
"Harry." I say slowly, "take off the bracelets."
"Shut up your gonna wake them!"
"Take. Them off!" I say back, trying not to be loud.
"Brooke." He says sternly, "do not wake them up."
"No no maybe they need to hear. We all do. What the hell is wrong with you lately!? Why won't you talk to me? Do you hate me or are we dating or, or where do you wanna go?"
Nothing was making sense to me. He wasn't making sense. What happened to the friendship thing we had going? I want to help him..
"Heey. What's going on you guys?" Louis says, rubbing his eyes and sleepily stumbling into the kitchen.
"Good job" Harry spits.
I roll my eyes at him, and look Louis in the eyes.
"Harry woke up and asked me to go somewhere with him. I'm sure you can collect the rest of the pieces based on last night." I say, hinting him on me crying without telling Harry.
"Nothing happened. And I'm an adult. I don't need to be questioned. I'm fine."
"Alright. Well I'm going to bed then" Louis replies.
He winks, and leaves Harry and I alone.
"Look I'm sorry but I think I know what your going through-"
"Look we're...good. Okay? Just um. Do the dating thing and..don't you have a break coming up? In school?"
"Well yes but, I have one week left and then-"
"Yeah. Good" he says, still playing with his bracelets, "go to school for a week and then plan on coming with us..we've got a month planned out...uhh, right so the show is Friday. Night. I'll text you the night before with details. Your break is just a week?".
"Yes" I answer numbly.
"Go, get dressed. The boys will be up soon. Your clothes are in the bathroom. The knob on the left in the shower is the hot. There's towels in the closet, you can't miss it."
"Thank, you." I swallow and walk meekly past him.
Am I sure that's what the bracelets are?
No.
Maybe they're nothing.
But I need to know why, if that is what I think it is.
I find my way to the bathroom, and grab a blue, big, soft towel. I turn the handle and pull the lever on the top of the faucet and the hot shower water sprays down, and close the curtain.
I observe their selections of soaps and shampoos.
One- they sound EXTREMMEEELY LAME.
And two- they're all men.
"Ugh. Let's make this quick" I say, getting into the shower.
Are you one of those girls who cries in the shower?
Because no one will see your tears?
Usually, that's not me.
But this Harry thing has messed with me and pulled me around.
And now I smell like a mannnn.
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