Monster

Chapter 6

I walk into Harry's house. The first thing I notice is that his hallways are filled with canvases. All hanging on the walls, and they were all hand-drawn.

I stand in front of a painting with a white car parked at a hill. Then the next one, where there are a crowd of people seeming to scream at a man facing his back on them. The next one has a man with his knees on the floor, and a girl standing in front of him, watching.

These random canvases with weird drawings are everywhere. there are some piled on the floor by his door.

"What are these?" I ask Harry.

"I drew them." He simply responds.

I nod and walk to the white plush couch. "I'll take the couch tonight." I tell him.

"No, you're sleeping in my room." He says. "I insist."

"Uh... Well, okay." I look around, and his house is gorgeous. Black, white, silver and gray take up most of the colors, sometimes green.

"Wow." I whisper.

"My room's upstairs." He says and he guides me.

He opens the door for me after I climb the long staircase to get to his room.

His room was very clean, with a white bed with black and grey sheets. A glass wall separated his bedroom to what seemed like a small library. I gasp and run towards the huge glass. Harry waves a hand in front of the door and it opens. I walk into the beautiful room and immediately grab a book then sit down on one of the couches.

"I love this." I gush.

"I thought you would." He laughs and walks toward his closet as I explore the room.

A loud ding echoes in the room and I jump, surprised. The noise was from his laptop computer on his wooden desk.

I walk towards it, and open the laptop.

1 Message: Niall

Mate, I'm gonna be late Friday night. But don't forget to bring her with you, okay?

Huh? Who was Niall, and what is he gonna be late to? And her? Who what that?

"Sky." Harry calls from the bedroom. I quickly close the laptop and rush out.

He eyes me suspiciously, but his suspicion fades away quickly.

"You can wear these tonight." He says and hands me a shirt and boxer shorts.

I blush. I have seen this so many times in movies and had read so much about it in books. Wearing your boyfriend's clothes while staying at his place.

But only half was true. Harry is not my boyfriend, but I am staying at his place. What sort of craziness is this? I don't even know this guy that much.

"Hello? Earth to Skyler?" Harry chuckles.

"Oh, oh. Sorry." I take the clothes and walk into his bathroom.

I get changed, and put my hair up in a bun. When I come out of the bathroom, Harry is in his library, on his laptop. I suddenly feel guilty for reading his message.

I mean, I was just curious. And I didn't even know what that Niall guy was talking about, and I don't even care.

Well, I wanted to know who that female Niall was talking about, but that's not what's important right now.

"Ready to sleep?" Harry asks me when I sit on his bed.

"Yeah." I say. "Can you tell me why I'm staying at your place, exactly?" I ask him.