Two Truths & A Lie

Chapter 14

When I opened my eyes, all I could see was white.  It scared me for a moment before I realized that I was about an inch away from Harry's bedroom wall.   I had to have turned away from him in the middle of the night when I was asleep.  I didn't even remember falling asleep.  Harry wasn't laying beside me.  I could feel that before I even flipped over.  However, in his place was my dress from last night, folded neatly beside a pair of Harry's baggy sweats and black slippers.  Both piles of clothing had a scrap piece of paper on top of them.  On top of my dress, Harry's chicken-scratch writing spelled out, "If you need to leave ASAP."  On top of the sweats and slippers, he had written, "If you want to come upstairs for Morgan's amazing pancakes that you will completely regret missing out on."  

I giggled, walked to the mirror hanging behind Harry's door, and took a look at myself.  Despite my head spinning a little from the alcohol, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I didn't look nearly as bad as I usually did in the mornings.  I blamed - or thanked, rather - my heavy makeup from last night's dance.   I pulled what was left of my braid out and was praising the hair gods for the way it gave my hair that messy-wave look.  Finally, I walked back to my two options on the bed, chewed my lip, and grabbed the sweats, slipping them on before I wiggled my toes into Harry's black slippers.  My body was decked out from head to toe in Harry's clothes and I was absolutely loving it.  The smell, the baggy fit, the fact that they were his.  All of it made me feel jittery and giddy.  It was crazy just how much a little physicality could get you to completely change your mind about a person. 

When I walked out of Harry's room, I found myself in a hallway directly in front of a bathroom.  Down the hall a few paces to the left was another bedroom, messy and covered in dark posters.  The empty and crushed Red Bull cans that scattered the floor were a dead giveaway that it was Davis' room.  Down the opposite end of the hallway was a large den.  I instantly recognized the thick carpet from last night under my slippers and knew I was headed the right direction.  The den was decorated with a gigantic leather couch and two more smaller, leather recliners, all placed in front of a huge flat-screen TV on the wall.  Under the TV were all kinds of gaming systems and more crushed Red Bull cans.  I found the stairs and began to climb them, softening my steps as I heard a few voices in the kitchen near the top of the stairs.  

"Come on, don't be like that." 

"Tell us about it!" 

Charles and Davis were speaking.  Now that I was closer to the top of the stairs, I could hear the soft sizzle of bacon and the slap of pancakes being flipped.

"Why don't you ask Davis about it?  He basically saw what was about to be the best part," Harry snapped.  "Thanks for interrupting right when you did.  The first time in months I'm going to jizz because of something other than my right hand and you fuckin' killed it, Davis." 

Oh my god.  He wasn't telling his brothers about what I thought he was, was he??  At the same time I was mortified, I had to struggle to keep myself from laughing at Harry's last comment. 

"The only thing I saw was your bare ass.  You're like, twice her size and you were covering her so I saw nothing of hers," Davis said.  Well, that's a relief.

"You're fucked up for walking in on them, Davis," Morgan said, jumping into the conversation.  

"I didn't know my little brother was doing the dirty in his room at nearly 1AM!" Davis squealed.

"Bullshit!" Harry growled.  "I put a hair-tie on the door handle!"

There was a short moment of silence.  "Like what Morgan would do in college?" Charles asked.

"Yeah," Harry confirmed.  "I heard him telling you once that he would put a hair-tie around the handle  when he was with a girl and didn't want his roommates walking in on him."