"Wake up....wake up...."
Light slaps on his cheeks started getting harder before it stopped. He heard someone mumbled but paid no attention. He was tired and he deserves some extra sleep.
He felt a pair of arms around him and a familiar voice whispered, "Wake up Curly."
He grunted and reached out for his pillow when he was suddenly pushed off bed. He landed hard on the floor face first. He sat up and rubbed his face before glaring at the smiling girl standing before him.
"Oh good, you're up," she said, grinning.
"What'd you want?" he snapped at her.
"Zayn told me to wake you up," she said, innocently. "He said you're supposed to meet up with some guy."
He groaned as he remembered what had been planned for him today. He mentally cursed before standing up only to flop back on to the bed. He felt the bed dipped as the girl lied down next to him.
"Harry, get up!"
He groaned and mentally cursed, "Where's Zayn?"
"In bed," she answered simply.
He turned to look at her, before pulling her close, "Let's sleep together or are you too tired?"
"I don't do them in the morning," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Hmm, really?" he smirked, leaning in.
A playful smile on her lips appeared as he pressed their foreheads together. They leaned into each other closer. Their lips only barely apart. They brushed against each other, both enjoying the suspense. A giggle escaped from the girl just before they cr-
"What do you two think you're doing?"
The two of them broke apart in surprised. There, leaning against the door way, a girl with black hair, raising an eyebrow as she watched her two friends. She never get why they did what they did.
"Hey Nat!"
"Go away," Harry said, burying his face in the pillow.
"Get up, do not make us drag you out of the bed again," she warned him, snatching his pillow.
He threw her a glare and got up, knowing fully that she meant what she said. He picked up a random pants on the floor and put it on before hunting for a semi clean shirt.
"Don't you get cold sleeping with just boxers?" Natara asked, curiously.
"He usually complaints its too hot at night."
"Yeah, but how do you stand sleeping with someone who's just in his boxers. Em, he sleeps in only his boxers!" she insisted.
The girl earlier, now known as Emily, shrugged, "You get used to it."
"Maybe, you could sleep with me for the night and find out how it feels like," he said, grinning at her.
"In your dream Styles," she scoffed back.
If only she knew who he dreamt of last night. His thoughts began to wonder to the girl last night. Who was she? But just the thought of her n-
"HARRY!!!"
He snapped back to reality and look at the girls, confused, "What?"
"We need you to make breakfast," Emily said.
He rolled his eyes at them. They were supposed to be the girls.
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"Rachel, Rachel, wake up. Breakfast time, love."
The soft voice woke her up and she opened her eyes to see a matching pair looking at her, lovingly. She sat up and brushed her hair back as she rubbed her eyes.
"Morning Mum," she said, sleepily.
"Morning, now eat your breakfast," the elder woman replied.
The tray of food was set down on Rachel's lap. There were two toast and a plate of biscuit set. A pot of warm tea and some sugar, just in case she needs it, along with three cups were put on the small table beside the bed. It was no surprise that the two would always have breakfast in Rachel's bed but usually they were accompanied by her little sister. Rachel can't help notice her absent and wondered if she's still in bed.
"Where's Jessica?"
"She went horse riding, saying that she'll be back soon," her Mum replied.
She just hummed as a sign she listened. She began to eat a piece of biscuit.
"So, your Dad will be meeting someone important today so he doesn't want you or any of your friends to be anywhere near the living room or office today," the woman told her daughter.
"What does Dad work as?" she asked, curiously. From all her life, Rachel never exactly knew what her Dad works as. All she knows is that he has many meetings, either at home or his workplace and he's a very busy man. As a kid, she just tells everybody that he's a businessman but now, she's not so sure.
"Your Dad's a very busy man," was her Mum's answer each time she asked and this time was no different.
"Yeah, but what?" she asked.
When her Mum didn't say anything, she persisted, "Mum, I'm going to turn eighteen soon, I have the rights to know what my parents does for a living."
"You'll understand when you're older," she replied, kissing her daughter's head. "Now, when Jessica gets back, make sure she stays away from the living room and the office. I have some designers to meet up soon so I'll see you later tonight."
With that, she walked out of the room but not before taking a few of the biscuits. Sighing, Rachel slumped back on her bed. Her family is full of secrets, she won't deny it. But she'll be eighteen in a few months, doesn't she have the right to know? Sometimes she wondered whether her parents trust her or not.
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