Dancing with the Boys (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 3: Tour of the House

The next morning I got up on my own. I glanced at the time. It was a little before nine. I did a little ridiculous victory dance. I woke up early on my own! This was very rare. Pushing up the sleeves of the huge t-shirt I wore, I shuffled into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then went downstairs into the kitchen. “AAAAGGGGHHHHH!” I screamed. Startled, the figure dropped the item and spun around.

“What’s wrong?” Zayn cried, looking around wildly.

“Oh- oh I’m so sorry, I forgot you guys were living with us and thought you were some person who broke into our ho—Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” My apology turned into a laugh as I dropped on a stool, my hand over my heart.

He chuckled and bent down to pick up the fork he dropped. “Where is the marshmallows?” he mused, pulling open cupboard doors.

“Over there.” I pointed to the last cupboard door.

He dropped some in his hot chocolate. “How do you find anything here?” he asked, leaning against the counter and taking sips from his mug.

“Oh, well, someone would go do groceries and put it anywhere so we just have to poke around till we find it,” I explained.

Zayn raised his eyebrows in amusement. “We’re very lazy in case you didn’t notice. But the cooking stuff is organized, the snacks… you just have to look,” I told him. It was true!

“Want one?” He motioned to his mug. I shook my head. “Nice sleepwear,” he commented, smirking. I felt my face turn pink.

“Shut up,” I mumbled, tugging down the hem of my oversized t-shirt.

“I was expecting Victoria Secret,” he said.

“Okay, I’ll be honest, I CAN’T sleep wearing pants. I will get up in the middle of the night and kick them off or something, but they make me feel hot, and I can’t sleep if it’s too hot. That’s kind of why my room’s so much colder than the others,” I explained.

He nodded. “You can have some of my shirts if you like, some I don’t wear anymore,” he offered. I accepted gratefully. You won’t believe the strange looks I get from the cashiers when I buy oversized t-shirts in the mall.

We sat down in comfortable silence until Alexia walked in. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me, blinking. “You’re up early,” she said, astonished.

“It happens.”

“I’m guessing you’re not a morning person?” Zayn asked, looking at me.

“Ha ha, nope.” Alexia answered for me.

She greeted Zayn then stuck her head in the fridge, searching for something to eat. She pulled out a bag of bread and cheese. “Grilled cheese for breakfast, I’m way too lazy to make anything else.” Zayn finished his cocoa before putting the mug in the sink and he left to wake up the other boys.

I rubbed my eyes and went to wake up the girls, now regretting not sleeping in. I barged in and jumped on all of their beds the way they did to me. Let them know what it feels like to get those black and blue bruises in the morning. Glancing around Katie’s room, I realized she wasn’t there.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s probably in the garden,” said Kate, shuffling out of her room, pulling down her shorts. We all went downstairs, where the boys were already sprawled out in the living room, Niall half asleep on the ground and Louis drawing a moustache on him.

“Mornin’,” greeted Harry in a tired voice. We returned it before dropping on the chairs. I heard the front door open and Katie came walking into the living room, with leaves sticking out of her dark hair.