Everything Unreasonable (Complete)

Chapter 4

Harry was standing there, looking down, a little unsure he was in the right place. He was wearing a light jacket, a plaid shirt with the top button undone and straight jeans with sneakers and a beanie. He looked normal, and absolutely adorable. “Can I help you with something?” I said, startling him. An American accent came out, taking me off guard. “Oh yeah, I was just looking for my friend, am I at the right-” he looked up and saw me standing there, almost laughing. A cheeky grin spread across his face. “Not funny.” His regular accent returned. “I thought it was very funny.” He pulled the glass door open abruptly and stepped inside, making me take a few steps back. He kicked the black door closed behind him and pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms fully around me. At first I was in shock, it was such an unexpected move, but then I hugged him back, laying my head on his chest. He was significantly taller than me, but being 5’4 usually people are. “So, what do you want to do?” I said, not moving. I was enjoying this hug a little too much, but who wouldn’t enjoy being wrapped up in Harry Styles arms? “Um, well, could I get a tour of the house? It’s lovely.” He was looking around the kitchen and openings to different parts of my house. I pulled away and laughed. “Sure, we just can’t go into my parent’s room.” He nodded and removed his jacket and shoes. “Where do I put these?” He asked. I pointed to the bench next to the door; he put his jacket down there and left his shoes under it. “Come on, we’ve got a lot of stairs to climb.” He smiled and grabbed my hand, sending shocks of electricity up my arm. I smiled back and pulled him through my house, starting at the basement. He climbed every step in my house without a single complaint, letting me pull his hand through smiling at everything I said. I don’t think I have ever had so much fun going on a tour of my house.

We reached my room, which I was suddenly glad I had cleaned the day before. I pushed the door open. “This is my room.” He walked in, looking around. I followed him in and sat on my bed. The walls were a soft blue and silver surrounded the windows, white bordering the dark wood floors. Harry sat down on my bed next to me. “That was a lot of stairs.” I stared at him and he smiled down at me. His comment sent me into a fit of laughter. “I warned you Styles.” Now it was his turn to laugh. His laughter filled my room and sent warm chills through me; a smile crept its way to my face again. “Let’s go downstairs and watch a movie or something, or would you prefer to walk around this lovely town?” He had taken his beanie off, wearing it only so no one would really recognize him here. His curly hair fell wildly all over his head. “Film, it looks like it might rain outside.” I turned my head to my window and saw dark clouds start making their way across the sky. I nodded and started walking downstairs, Harry following behind.

I plopped down on the couch I was sitting in before Harry showed up and grabbed the remote from off the wooden table. Harry threw himself down next to me on the couch and leaned his head back into the pillows. “What do you want to watch?” I said, turning to face him and bringing my feet criss-cross position. He rolled his head toward me and his hair fell back from his face. “Hum…” he thought for a minute then perked his head up. “What have you got?” “Well pretty much every show or movie.” I said, slouching back into the pillows more. “That’s impossible; you can’t have that many movies on your television.” “I have Netflix.” “Oh…that would make a bit more sense.” I laughed lightly. “We could check my DVR first, seeing we don’t really know what we want to watch.” Harry nodded his head and I turned the television on, clicking the DVR button. I scrolled through what I had recorded and neither of us had said we wanted to watch anything that was on the list yet. When I had reached the bottom of the list Harry practically screamed. “Austin Powers!” I jumped and stopped scrolling down. “Sorry…I like that movie.” I turned my head and raised my eyebrow. “I can tell.” He smiled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. I laughed and hit play, relaxing back into my spot on the couch. Harry took my legs and pulled them over his lap. “Is that more comfortable?” He said, smiling. I looked back over to him and nodded, smiling back. We sat in silence for a few moments, watching the television screen. “So, why were you in the city yesterday?” Harry said, pulling my attention away from the movie for a few seconds. He rested his hands on my legs and I opened my mouth to speak. “Well, to be honest my friend and I were, um, looking for you guys.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Right and why were you looking for us?” I looked at him like he was completely daft. “Well possibly because it would have been incredible to meet you.” “How did you know where they would be though?” I thought about it for a second. “Didn’t they tell you how they ran into us? We literally ran into them.” I laughed a little and he smiled and nodded his head. “So you didn’t know where we would be?” “Well I didn’t exactly have trackers on you now did I?” He laughed. “No I suppose not.” Before I could say anything else I heard a knock at the door. “Hold on I’ll get it, although I’m not entirely sure who it could be.” I started moving off of Harry. “I’ll come with you.” I smiled at got up. I was a little nervous; I hated it when I didn’t know who was at my door. I guess Harry figured this; he took hold of my hand in his and walked with me to my door. “Just stand off to the side, if it is someone that is obsessed with you I don’t want them freaking out on my doorstep.” He laughed loudly. “Alright, but I’m not letting go, strangers knocking on your door usually isn’t anything good.” I nodded and smiled at him, reaching the black door. I looked through the glass and noticed Liebe standing outside. “Harry get in the closet.” He looked at me weirdly. “Why?” “Just do it, I’ll tell you later.” I pushed him into the side closet, flipped the light on and closed the door. I pulled the front door open. “Hey love what’s up?” Liebe pulled open the glass door and started stepping inside. “Sivan called me this morning.” Immediately I got nervous because I knew Sivan loved One Direction, specifically favoring Harry. “Oh? What did she say?” Liebe walked in further and I closed the black door behind her. “Well she said that One Direction has the day off today, Liam tweeted about it apparently.” I shrugged. “Alright, so what’s your point?” I tried sounding as calm as possible, hoping Liebe wouldn’t realize I’m hiding one of the band members in my hall closet. “Harry isn’t with them.” I turned away and walked up the stairs. “Where is he?” “No one knows, apparently he tweeted earlier saying that he was going to hang out with a friend around two and everyone just assumed it was someone in the city but he hasn’t been seen anywhere.” “That’s weird; maybe he just had a friend come to the hotel that he’s staying at?” “I don’t know I just wanted to let you know seeing that you were so dead set on meeting them, today would be the day.” Just then my phone vibrated, Harry’s name coming up on the screen. “Hold on Liebe someone’s calling me.” She nodded and sat on the stairs. “Hello?” “Can I come out of the closet now?” Liebe raised her eyebrow, hearing the voice on the other line muffled. “No not yet, now isn’t exactly a good time.” “I’m getting a bit creeped in here, and quite honestly I don’t care if your friend knows I’m here.” I sighed. “I’ll call you back in one second.” I hung up the phone and looked at Liebe, who was staring at me questioningly. “Who was it?” She asked. “Can you keep a secret?” “Of course, love what is it?” I called Harry back. “You can come out.” I heard him breathe a sigh of relief and the closet door open. We both hung up the phone and he came walking to the front door. “Uh, hi, I’m assuming your name is Liebe…judging from what I’ve heard.” I smiled at him and pulled him over by his arm. Liebe smiled at him warmly. “Correct, and you are?” She hadn’t put the pieces together quite yet, despite the accent. Harry seemed confused. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “She doesn’t listen to One Direction.” He nodded. “I’m Harry.” He held his hand out to her. She took it, continuing to smile at him. He dropped his hand and we just stood there, awkwardly. “So, Harry, do you know the band One Direction?” He continued speaking normally, obviously not trying to hide his accent. “I’ve heard of them, do you like them?” “I don’t listen to them much but Emma is absolutely in love with them.” “Is she? She had mentioned she liked them but not in love with them.” “Yes, she is. Actually we were just talking about them before you sort of… appeared out of no where.” Harry laughed. My eyes got wide at what Liebe was about to tell Harry. I quickly started thinking of ways to stop her from saying the next line but she beat me to it. “She especially loves one guy.” Oh god now I’m screwed. Harry’s mouth twitched up into a small smile, but he tried to contain himself, realizing what Liebe is about to say. I quickly injected myself in the conversation. “Yea what were you going to tell me Sivan said before?” “Oh right! Well apparently, and this was after everyone realized he wasn’t with the rest of the band, he was seen getting on a train to the beach, that’s only a few minutes away from us! Although it is just fans talking so it probably isn’t true.” Damn it. I was hoping it would be anything but that, maybe something about Liam.