habits of my heart (h.s.)

thirteen

I hadn't left my room all morning. Not because I was avoiding Harry or anything, but--

Oh, who was I kidding? Of course it was because of Harry.

I'd woken up that morning convinced that everything he had said to me last night wasn't real. That there was no way he could have feelings for me. Not necessarily romantic feelings, per se....but he had actually admitted that he was attracted to me. And I had no idea what to think of it.

Of course I thought he was attractive. I'd have to be blind not to. But....I didn't date my friends, and I definitely didn't date my roommates. We had both agreed on that when I first moved in, but now the lines were blurred, and I couldn't think clearly. When someone who looked like Harry essentially implied that he wanted to have sex with you, the logical answer was to jump into bed with him without second thought.

And yet....something about hooking up with Harry didn't feel like the right decision. He was my friend. Yes, we argued sometimes, and okay, maybe there was some flirting too, but we were still friends. Even more significantly, we were roommates. If this thing didn't work out--which I was ninety nine percent sure it wouldn't--one of us would have to move out, and I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be him.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. I pulled up my covers to my chin as if it was a protective shield before cautiously calling out, "Who is it?"

There was a quick cough before I heard: "'S Harry."

I froze. What was he doing trying to come into my room? I had just woken up! Okay, technically, I had woken up two hours ago, but I hadn't gotten out of my bed since, and I definitely wasn't looking my best right now. My appearance wasn't something I generally cared about when it came to Harry, but now having him see me like this felt like a nightmare.

I tried not to groan. This was exactly what I didn't want.

I crept over to my door as silently as I could to make sure he couldn't hear me. "You can't come in," I said quickly. "Sorry." My heart was racing faster than it did when I did cardio--which was, ironically, never.

Harry didn't hesitate before asking, "Why not?"

Unfortunately, neither did I. "Because....I'm naked," I blurted out.

I immediately clapped my hand over my mouth the second the words escaped my lips. Out of all the things I could have said, why that? Literally--I could have said anything but that!

There was a pause for a minute before I heard him say, in a voice so low I had to press my ear to the door to hear him, "Even more of a reason for me to come in, then."

I let out a little gasp, and then, before anyone could see, I swung open the door and pulled him into my room. He was smirking at me like the cocky asshole he was, although the smile faded as I swung my fist towards his arm.

"Hey, hey, that hurts!" Harry whined. "You're stronger than you look, you know."

I ignored his comment before snapping, "You can't just say shit like that in public! Niall or Natasha could've heard you!"

"Chill out, it was a joke," he rolled his eyes. "And besides, Natasha's out for breakfast with Dani, and Niall's still asleep. We're safe."

I hesitated. "Well....what do you need?" Now that he was actually standing in front of me, all six foot two of him, I was finding it harder and harder to convince myself that I wasn't supposed to want him. Had he always been so tall?

"Just wanted to check in with you and see how you were doing," Harry drawled. He was looking at me with the same eyes he'd had last night--his sex eyes. Had he really come in here to try and....seduce me or something? Did he really think I was that weak?