Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 6

-Harry's P.O.V-

"You should go take a shower," I suggest, breaking the silence, "The bathroom is two doors away from my room."

She nods and gets up to make her way to the bathroom while I stay sitting on the couch.

What do I do now?

I begin to think about everything.

About Carrie.

It's so wrong.

I'm a criminal.

I kidnapped someone, brought them to my house, and treated them like a guest.

That's not what a criminal does.

I guess that's what Harry does.

Well, that's what Harry does when he's in love.

Love?

I'm still questioning that.

I should've killed her when I first set eyes on her.

Even if I try to, I can't.

I just don't think I can get myself to do it.

Thinking about this causes me to groan and run my fingers through my hair, pulling it at the ends.

This is ridiculous.

I stay on the couch for a few more minutes, waiting for Carrie to come out of the bathroom.

She's taking a bit long.

Wait a minute.

There's a window in there.

Oh no.

Did she escape?

If she does I-

I don't know what I'll do.

When I get to the bathroom, I knock on the door, hoping she'll answer me which would show me she is still in there.

"Carrie, are you in there?" I ask.

"Yea, I'm in here," She answers.

Thank god.

A sigh of relief escapes out of my mouth.

"Are you done yet?" I ask.

"Almost," She replies.

"I'll get you some new clothes to wear, alright?"

"Yes, please."

Did she just say please?

That's new.

She's being so nice all of a sudden.

Why?

She said please and stopped that rude attitude she had towards me not so long ago.

Well, at least she's being nice.

I go to my room and look in my drawer, trying to find something for her to wear.

Obviously I had no girl clothes.

All I had was some shirts and boxers that she could wear so I take them out and lay them out on the bed.

The sound of a door creaking open fills my ears, causing me to turn around.

In the door frame stood a shivering Carrie, holding her clothes she had worn earlier in her right hand, and holding up the towel that is wrapping her naked body with her left hand.

"Clothes!" She practically yells as her teeth chatters.

"So demanding," I chuckle, handing her the clothes I had laid out for her.

"Sorry," She apologizes, grabbing the clothes out of my hand and putting her old clothes on the bed, "Can you please leave the room so I can change? Or I'll go the bathroom and change."

"No, no. Change here. I'll go," I smile and leave the room.

I stand beside the door, waiting for her to be done changing.

After a few minutes, the door opens.

"Where's the pants?" She asks, poking her head through the door with her eyebrow raised.

"Well, I didn't think they would fit you," I explain, opening the door wide open to see her whole body which makes me bite my lip at the view, "And..."

I find it extremely hot with her wearing my clothes.

"Harry?" She asks, waving a hand in front of me.

"Oh. A-And the shirt seems long enough to cover everything," I smile, hoping I didn't look like a creep while staring at her like that.

She looks down at her body then looks back at me.

"Yea, I guess it's alright," She shrugs, "Thanks."

A/N: Hey! Thanks for helping me reach my small goal! I appreciate it but I won't be uploading as much now since I have a lot of things to do. But when school ends, I'll be uploading a lot! I hope.