Summer (A 1D Love Story)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8- Harry’s POV

The light streaming in through the living room windows is what wakes me. I remember the night before and reach over to look at my phone. It’s 10:17. I get off the couch, but it creaks, and I groan. I make my way over to the kitchen and curse when I feel a sharp pain in my foot. The broken glass is still all over the kitchen floor. It doesn’t break skin, though... and I shrug it off. I hear a door open. Zoe’s friend appears at the doorway, and I see her hesitate to come in after we make eye contact. She shuffles in anyways. I greet her with a smile. I feel bad for not introducing myself properly before, so I extend my hand.

“Harry. Sorry about yesterday.” I smile. She hesitates, again, but holds out hers as well. We shake hands.

“Sophie.” She returns my smile weakly.

“Try to avoid the broken glass in here- my fault, I dropped it and made a mess.”

“It’s alright.” She points to her slippers.

“Hungry?” I ask. “I was thinking bangers and mash.” She tilts her head quizzically and i laugh, forgetting myself. “Sausage and potatoes.” Sophie nods energetically and makes her way to the counter and sits up on it, scrolling about on her phone. I begin to wonder what all Zoe has told her about me.

I finish making the food, and fix Sophie a plate. She thanks me and finishes her food in mere minutes. We sit in silence, doing our own things and I realize I really need to shower.

“The remote control for the telly is on the coffee table there, I’m going to hop in the shower.” I tell her. “Hopefully some of the boys will be up soon.” She nods in reply, immersed in whatever.

“Wait!” She says when I’m on my way out, and I turn around. “Is there another shower? I feel a bit icky myself.” I chuckle, because she looks fine, but point towards another room.

“Zayn’s in there, but he’ll be out cold. You could play drums right next to him and he wouldn’t wake up, and the shower doesn’t make much noise anyways.” She thanks me and runs off towards the door.

-Sophie’s POV-

I silently slide into the room Harry directed me to. I hear loud snoring and giggle to myself. I see two doors that could be a bathroom, but I chose the one on the left. Lucky guess. There’s an odd looking toilet and sink off to the right, but the shower is right in front of me. I undress myself. I step in, and am enveloped by four glass walls that are tinted from the waist down. I turn the knob.

The water pours down my back like a waterfall. I’ve never been in a shower like this. It feels as if hundreds of little knobs are massaging my back, over, and over, and over. I find a bar of soap that has been barely used, and rub it in between my hands. I wipe the bubbly white substance over my arms and legs. I glance around the shower for shampoo, but find it near my feet. I read the bottle. Axe. Gross. I ignore my pickiness, and pour it onto my hand. It squirts out making a “Pftthf” sound, and I silently laugh. The soapy liquid is blue. People put this in their hair? I gag. I admit, it does smell nice... for a guy! I lather it in, and turn around, letting the water fall down my chest and stomach.

-Zayn’s POV-

I hear loud laughing in the living room and groan. What time was it? I shift to my right, and see my clock at 11:04. I throw a pillow at my wall angrily. Whatever. I shuffle over to my closet to grab a shirt, since I’m only in my boxers, but I decide to do without and washoff instead. I open the door to the bathroom, but hear the tapping of water drops on a tile floor too late. I’m too surprised to move.

I recognize the body in my shower as a woman’s, and am suddenly not so bothered. Must be one of Harry’s one night stands. I roll my eyes, but continue to study her back, which is tan and slender. I can’t see past her waist, and I find myself frowning. I mentally scold myself. When I look up, I can see the girl already turning around I quickly shut the door, and grab my shirt on the way out of the room.

“What’s the rush?” Harry asks me, who is sitting on the couch with wet hair. I Just laugh and shake my head.

“Who’s in my shower?” I ask, smirking.

“Oh, that’s Sophie. From yesterday... Zoe’s friend. Hope you don’t mind, I was using the other one, so I pointed her to yours.”

“Oh. She’s fit.” I say, grabbing some milk out of the fridge. Harry shrugs. As I pour a glass of milk and chug it, Louis comes running out of his room and tackles Harry. Typical.

“Hunngryyy.” He groans into the sofa.

“There’s some leftover mash in there somewhere.” Harry replies while shooing him away. Liam comes out of his room, too, already dressed. Sophie slips out of my room, wearing a towel and running back to get dressed, I assume. I take that as my cue to get dressed as well, and I head off.