Tell Me a Lie

Wake Up

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“Callie!” Harry shouts and I jerk awake.

“What?” I ask sitting up. “Harry you have rice all over your shirt.” I say looking at him and frowning. He smiles.

“Now you’re not going to sleep tonight.” He says dropping onto the couch next to me.

“Trust me Harry, I’ll be able to sleep.” I say getting up and stretching. He laughs.

“So what shall we do for the rest of the night?” He asks laying his head on my shoulder.

“I don’t care. Wanna watch a movie?” I ask.

“Sure.” He nods. “Titanic? Please?”

“Fine.” I say and he jumps up to get the movie. I get up and grab an iced tea. I sit back down on the couch and realize that I’m very uncomfortable. I run to my room where I can hear Harry rummaging around in his suitcase. I take off my outfit and throw it onto the floor. I grab some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt and throw them on, then make my way back to the living room. I plop down and cuddle up next to Harry. He yawns and puts his arm around me. My eyes close and I drift off to sleep.

I open my eyes to the ending credits. Harry yawns and looks down at me.

“Did you like it?” He asks stretching.

“Totally.” I lie. He smiles his cheeky grin at me and I poke his dimples.

“Shut up I knew you were asleep.” He says getting up.

“Meh.” I say standing up and stretching.

“I’m going to bed.” He says walking away down the hall. I follow him and head into my room. I lie down in my bed.  Wow I’ve slept a lot today. Oh well, sleeping is fun.

“Harry!” I shout. My door bangs open and in struts Harry with only his boxers on. “Go put some clothes on before you save me.” I say and he walks out. He comes back in a few seconds later with some pants on.

“What?” He asks.

“I’m lonely.” I say and he jumps on my bed.

“Tuck me in and go put on a shirt.” I say.

“No Callie! I’ll tuck you in but please! No shirt!” He whines snuggling into my pillow. I shove him over.

“Then you can’t sleep in my bed.” I say scooting over so I was almost hanging off the edge. Harry huffs and gets up but instead of leaving my room, he goes over to my drawer. “Harry Styles you wouldn’t dare.” I say. He starts rummaging through my drawer, pulling out tops and throwing them on the floor. He pulls out a flowery purple top with a brown belt and throws the belt aside. “Harry put that down!” I screech. He pulls it over his head and it tears along the seam.

“I look gorgeous.” He says spinning in a circle. I try not to laugh. He hops in bed next to me. He pulls off the shirt and throws it on the floor. That’s the last thing I remember before I close my eyes and fall asleep. Again.