The Unwanted House Guest

Chapter 4

Light streams in through the curtains and onto my sleeping face. My eyes twitch at the sudden discomfort so I turn my head and groan. Slowly opening my eyes I look around my room. Harry sleeps on the couch, he's sprawled out and tangled in the blankets. He starts to move around and his eyes pinch tighter. Small moans escape his mouth and his bare torso is drenched in sweat.

"Harry. Harry! Wake up!" I call to him. His eyes shoot open and he falls off the couch in a heap. I giggle at his misfortune as he rubs his bum and sits up. "I think you were having a nightmare" I tell him. His eyes meet mine and he looks away with a sigh.

"Yeah it was a bad one. Thanks for waking me." He says as he combs his fingers through the brown locks on his head. Looking over at the clock on my night table, I notice that it's only 7:34. Well I'm awake now so there's no way I'm going back to sleep.

"Do you want to go get breakfast? The maids don't arrive until 8:30 so we could go to a diner?" I ask while slipping out of bed. He nods and throws on a shirt. We trail downstairs in nothing but t-shirts, sweatpants, and slippers. I grab my glasses before heading out to my car. The ride to the diner is silent but that's ok since there's nothing really to talk about. 

Once we arrive we grab a table by the window and sit down. While looking over the menu and deciding on some chocolate chip pancakes, I look up to see Harry staring at me. 

"What?" I ask.

"I didn't know you had glasses." He says. I'm surprised he even noticed.

"Uh yeah I didn't feel like putting in my contacts this morning." I say as the waitress brings us waters. 

"I think you look good in glasses." He says and finally picks up his menu. I blush at his statement and put the menu in front of me to block my rosy cheeks. Once the waitress comes by and we finally order we're left alone again.

"So uh, how have you been since we last saw each other?" I ask nervously. Harry takes in a heavy breath and releases it slowly.  He's still probably pissed about what happened last time. 

 *FLASHBACK*

My basement is crowded with kids of many ages. My parents are holding some sort of charity gala so all of us kids hide out in the basement. Some are at the ping pong table, others are watching TV. 

"Who wants to play spin the bottle?" Some kid named Liam asks. A bunch of the teens sit in a cirlce while the little kids continue playing with each other. I take a seat next to Harry since he's the only one I'm close with. 

"We don't have to play if you don't want to?" Harry suggests quietly. I shake my head and turn my attention to Liam.

"Ok whoever the bottle lands on has to do a truth or dare." He says, and with that he spins the bottle. It lands on a girl and she chooses truth admitting that she lost her virginity at age 13. I'm 15 and I haven't even had my first kiss! 

The bottle spins and lands on a few more people before it finally lands on me. "Zayn," some slutty girl says, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Liam." She says with a smirk. My eyes widen at her dare and I look over at a smirking Liam.

"What the fuck no! They're both guys, it's not happening." Harry butts in. I shake my head and move over to Liam. Harry stands there with his mouth wide open. Liam stands and grabs me by the waist pulling me into his chest. His left hand cups my cheek as his lips crash against mine. It's weird at first since I have no clue what to do. Eventually I get the hang of it but pull away as soon as Liam's tongue slips into my mouth.

I turn to look at Harry but he's not there. I didn't see him for the rest of the charity event, he must've vanished into the crowd upstairs.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

That was the last time I saw Harry until the day my mom said he'd be staying with us. I don't know why he would be so mad I kissed Liam.

"I've been better." He states while sipping on his coffee. 

"Why'd you leave that night? I didn't get to say goodbye but now here we are two years later. What made you leave?" I can't help but ask. The question has been bothering me this whole time and I need to know why.

He snorts and gives me a shrug. "Harry." I press on.

"I wasn't gonna stand there and watch my best friend's first kiss be taken away during a stupid game of truth or dare!" He spits at me. I stay quiet and look down, so he really was mad about the kiss.

"Why do you care? It had nothing to do with you." I bite back. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.

"The first person to kiss you should have been someone who cares about you. Fucking Liam was just a little whore who wanted some action. I'm positive he told that little slut to dare you to kiss him." He says still not meeting my eyes.

Our pancakes are set on the table and we stay silent until our waitress that keeps staring suggestively at Harry decides to leave.  I can't help but feel angry at the way she stares at Harry. It pisses me off and I don't know why but I know I'm not jealous. Harry is my friend, I'm just looking out for him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, ok? I just felt pressured since everyone was doing their dares and thruths so I didn't want to be the one to chicken out. Please understand it from my point of view?" I beg of him. He takes a bite of his pancakes and looks up at me with a full mouth. I giggle once I notice the stream of syrup dripping down his chin. Taking my paper napkin, I reach over and wipe his chin. He freezes at my touch but I ignore it.

"Uh thanks. Anyway, it's fine. I don't really care who gets to kiss you to be honest. Not anymore." he mutters and continues to eat. The rest of our breakfast is silent. I end up giving Harry my second pancake since he's bigger and I'm already full. Once we pay the check and leave, Harry speaks up in the car.

"Thanks for breakfast... Those pancakes were great yeah?" He says with a goofy smile. I nod and continue driving. "Did you notice that sexy waitress staring at me?" He suddenly says. My head shoots to the side and I give him a glare before turning back to the road.

"No actually I didn't notice. Why didn't you get her number? She was so obviously fucking you with her eyes." I say in disgust.

"I thought you said you didn't notice?" He says with a smirk.

"Uh, I didn't I'm just saying, why didn't you do anything about it?" I rush trying to cover up my mistake. I noticed her staring, Harry. I fucking noticed.

"Eh, I'm not into that." He says simply.

"Not into what?" I ask a bit too quickly.

"Sluts. Did you see her tits? They were huge and bulging out of the top of her shirt!" He says crinkling his nose. 

"Oh for a second I thought you meant--" I start coughing suddenly. "Nevermind." 

"Meant what?" He presses. 

"Shutup we're home." I silence him. We pull through the large iron gates and down the long drive way lined with trees.

When I park the car, we both enter the house which seems to be bustling with activity. The maids are on ladders dusting chandeliers, floors are being mopped, and tables are being set with our fancy table cloth. This could only mean one of my parents famous parties. Probably to show how kind and giving they are by letting Harry's family stay with us. My mum saunters into the foyer and spots us with a smile.

"Oh boys! Go get ready for the party tonight! We have so many guests this year. Zayn I think your friend is coming back. What was his name? Landon? Lee?" She stumbles her words.

"Liam." Harry says coldy. I look at him with sad eyes.

"Yes Liam! I really have to work on remembering names don't I?" She walks away giggling to herself.

"This is going to be interesting." Harry says with a sarcastic smile.