habits of my heart (h.s.)

three

As it turned out, not all of my roommates were as hostile as Harry. In fact, Niall and Natasha were the complete opposite. They seemed very excited to have me living with them, and as the days went by, I found myself becoming closer and closer with them. This was a good thing, because I was in desperate need of more friends, given that the people I used to spend my time with had turned out to be drug dealers and all.

Neither Niall nor Natasha were drug dealers, thankfully. I wasn't completely sure what Niall did, but I knew it had something to do with marketing, and I also knew that he made a pretty good amount of money for someone his age (twenty-six), judging by how he was usually the one who chipped in the most.

Natasha, on the other hand, was a nurse, which had honestly come as a bit of a surprise to me at first. She was definitely nice, but she could also be pretty aggressive when she needed to be, which I could tell by the way her and Harry countlessly argued. It wasn't like either of them had problems with each other, but they seemed to be at each other's skin a lot. All this fighting made me wonder, and because I was a curious and generally nosy person, I had to ask Niall.

"Did Harry and Natasha ever...have a thing?" I asked him tentatively, watching as the two of them shouted at each other over who had left the empty box of leftovers in the fridge. It honestly didn't seem like such a big deal to me--what was so hard about walking over to the trash can and throwing it away?--but I could tell that Harry and Natasha were both very stubborn people. Right now, both of them were refusing to admit that it had been them.

To my surprise, Niall burst into laughter at my question. "Harry and Natasha?" he repeated, grinning widely. "You're kidding, right?"

Did I sound like I was kidding? "No," I said slowly. "Why?"

Niall laughed even harder. "Let's just say that they're not each other's type."

I shrugged. Fair enough. "What is Harry's type?" I asked, unaware of how odd that sounded until the question left my mouth.

Fortunately, Niall didn't seem to notice. "I dunno. It varies. He likes blondes, though, I've noticed. Why?"

"No reason," I said quickly. There really was no reason; I had no idea why I was acting so weird. I just wanted to know more about Harry so that I could become his friend, but it was clear that he didn't feel the same way.

I honestly had no idea what I had done to make Harry hate me so much. Okay, so maybe hate was an exaggeration, but he definitely didn't like me. He never talked to me unless he had to, and even then, it was only useless things like "pass the salt" or "turn the volume up." He wouldn't even look at me. He was the complete opposite with Niall and Natasha (when they weren't fighting), and although I hadn't been expecting us to be best friends right away, I also didn't think he was going to shun me.

"Now what are Dani and I supposed to eat tonight?" Natasha yelled at Harry. I honestly couldn't believe they were still arguing. Seriously, all they needed to do was throw away the box. It wasn't a big deal.

"You were going to give your girlfriend leftovers?" Harry scoffed. "Classy, Tash!"'

Girlfriend. Okay, yeah, now what Niall had said made sense.

"I wasn't going to give her leftovers, I just wanted her to have options," Natasha snapped. "And she's not my girlfriend."

"Isn't this one the model?" Niall chimed in.

Natasha nodded, still glaring at Harry.

"Fuck," Niall cursed. "How the hell do you meet so many models, and when are you going to introduce me to one?"

"When you stop being such an idiot with girls," she responded promptly.

"An idiot?" Niall repeated incredulously. "Me? I'm a hit with the ladies." He turned to me, grinning as usual. "Come on, Aly, don't you think I'm a hit with the ladies?"