More Than This {Harry Styles}

Chapter 6~ Competitive for Love

A couple hours after the boys finished rehersal, Harry drove me back to the "X-Factor house" where all the contestants stayed.

"Wow." I said, entering the huge house.

"It's pretty nice." Harry said, heading up the stairs. "Comon."

I followed him up, dragging both of my suitcases behind me. He walked into the boys room and smiled.

"Ta da!"

I looked around the small room in disgust. Dirty clothes were all over the floor, wrappers and food were sprawled from the beds to the windows. Not to mention, it smelled digusting.

"Gross. I am not sharing a room with you, Harry." I say.

"What? Why not?"

"Because for one, you're a boy and that's not right. And two, you're room is digusting."

"But we cleaned for you!" he says, stamping his foot on the floor.

"I don't even want to know what it looked like before you cleaned."

"Well then who are you going to stay with?" he asked, walking out of the room.

"I don't know."

"You can room with us!" A voice said behind us.

Harry smiled and I turned around. It was Cher.

"Seriously? I mean, you don't have to." I say.

"Oh, I want my new bestie. Styles, you really expected her to room with you?"

"It was worth a shot. And since when are you two buddies?"

"We met while you guys were rehersing."

"Oh well, fine. You'll miss out on the party, Peyton."

"I'll be fine." I insist, following Cher into her room.

It was spotless, even though the ocassional shoe was out of place.

"This is way nicer than the boy's room."

"Thanks. I try to keep it nice." she says, walking over to the bunk bed. "You got the bottom."

"Awesome. Thanks so much. I owe you one."

"Nah."

I set my suitcases on the bed and sit for a second.

"So you want to go do something? Like shop?" she asks, sitting in the chair on the other side of the room.

"Sure. Can I change?"

"You don't need to ask." she laughs.

"Alright."

I go through my suitcase and pull out a pink tank top with grey stripes, jean shorts and my favorite grey high tops.

"Those are sick shoes." Cher says as I walk into the bathroom.

"Thanks, they're my favorite."

I quickly change and walk out of the bathroom, putting on my shoes. I comb through my hair, which was straight from the last night.

"Ready to go?" Cher asked.

"Yep, just a second." I said, wandering back over to my suitcase and put on some perfume and one of my silver braclets.

"Let's go."

~*~

 "So you and Styles, huh?" Cher teased as we walked along the cool streets of London.