Presidential Secret

Chapter 3

I wake up from a loud bang on my door. I almost want to scream "what the fuck!" but I forget, this is not my house. I throw the covers over my face and try to fall back to sleep. Then I hear another loud bang after that one.

Fed up with the noise, I get up and unlock the door. It's mama standing there with a dress and heels. Damn, I forgot about the house tour this morning. It starts around 10 am.

"Angelina why the hell are you not dressed? Come on, you have 30 minutes!" she sighs and walks back to her room.

I close my door slowly and whisper "good morning to you too mama." Since I only have 30 minutes this leaves me no time for makeup. I go over to make up my bed. Takes a lot longer because the bed isn't a twin bed like I used to have.

Over to my closet I pick out my red, white and blue dress from express. It looks a bit un-formal, but I'm saving my formal dress for tonight. I go over to the bathroom to get ready. The bathroom has two showers and two sinks.

I continue my morning routine by taking my long, hot shower. I pull my hair out of the hair tie. I reach through the shower and to my hair bag. I reach for the small bottle of Olay hair conditioner. Before I reach for the conditioner something sharp slides across my finger.

"Shit!" I yell. I reach my hand back in the shower. My finger began rushing out blood. Yuck. My razor did this to me, no surprise, this always happens. I turn off the shower and step out. I grab a bandaid from my smaller bag and put it on my finger. My hair drips down my face and back. I forgot my towel, damn. Considering the towel closet is down the hall past the open staircase closer to my room, I really don't want to run naked to get a towel. I check the clock quickly out in the hall. It's already 9:30. I guess I don't have much of a choice. I don't even hear mama and nana.

I open the door more, just to make sure nobody's out there. I then run towards the closet. I grab any towel out and begin to wrap it around my body as I walk to my room.

"Wow," Harry staggers. We both stand there staring at each other. Me in a towel, Harry in what looks like golf shorts and a plain white tee.

"You okay? Angelina right, that is your name right? It's a nice name. Beautiful actually, just like you." he says.

My legs begin to shake.

"Yes, I'm okay and thank you." I say.

I pull some of my strands of curls behind my ear so they aren't covering my face.

"Well thats good. Breakfast is ready and your mom wants you to come down, now actually. Looks like you aren't even dressed." he says.

He's right I'm not dressed. I need to stop talking and get to my room and change.

"Yeah I'm not, so you must go, so I don't have to keep talking," I smile.

"Okay, I respect that," he chuckles. Then walks back down the stairs.

I turn and walk back into my room. I fix my hair into a low bun. I don't think i need to be one hundred percent fancy, for a house tour. I put on my long dress and pull a sweater over it. I quickly apply hair gel to my fly aways and rush downstairs.

I almost forget where the dining room is until I see Harry in the door. He stands there facing the door, not me and walks into the room. I begin to walk towards the room. Down the hall seems forever. The windows gave me a view of the small pool they have behind the house. I reach the dining room and walk in slowly. Everyone is already sitting down eating. They don't notice me.

"Sorry for being late, I had a little problem waking up today." I say.

"Its okay, make yourself at home Angelina," Mrs.Styles says.