I hauled the last box out of the moving truck and sighed. My roommate wasn't here yet. I was anxious to meet them, but I didn't want to be like an overjoyed kid. I sat on the yellow couch provided by the apartment owner. This was a really nice apartment but I only got it because of a deal. I imagine famous people living here in this very apartment. I went to the kitchen and put the refrigerated food inside. I walked to the master bedroom and figured I would take the other bedroom. It was too big for my liking. I then realized that there was only one bedroom. ONE FRIGGIN BEDROOM.
"What the hell," I said. I picked my dresser since there were two. It seemed like this apartment was made for a couple. I walked to another door and found a walk-in closet. Wow. This apartment was better than my old house.
I walked into the door on the right of the room and found the master bathroom. The loo had no door connecting to it and the bathroom was big enough to fit five people. The shower was a faucet and a glass wall that was made for two.
I walked back into the bedroom and out into the living room. The door opened and closed as someone walked in.
"I didn't know I had a maid too," he questioned.
"Excuse me but I'm not a maid," I snapped.
"Then get out. Why are you in my apartment?" He asked.
"You mean our apartment."
"What?" He questioned.
"You heard me."
"The hell," he cursed. He slammed the door behind him and walked into the master bedroom. I smirked. Wait till he finds out there is only one bedroom.
He yelled some colorful words and slammed the door behind him.
"Why are we living together. I bought this apartment because it was the best." He roared.
"So you didn't hear about the deal?" I asked softly.
"So you didn't."
He sighed. I crossed my arms.
"Can we just start over?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine," I said, unfolding my arms.
"I'm Harry. Harry Styles. You should know about me," he said shaking my hand. I shook my head.
"Never heard of you," I said.
"Anyways I'm Diana. Diana Mills. You shouldn't know about me," I introduced. He chuckled, showing his dimples and his smile. He looked at me from head to toe.
"Like something you see." I smirked.
"Actually yes." He said smirking.
"Whatever," I said walking into the bedroom to unpack. He followed me and shut the door behind him, locking it.
"Harry, what the hell are you doing," I asked nervously.
"Your so beautiful Diana," he said, not answering my question.
He walked towards me and I backed up until my back hit the dresser. He reached me and moved a hair from my face. He then made the space between our faces smaller.
"I'm a little aggressive, but I bet you'll like that," he whispered. He laughed and backed up. We both unpacked in silence until Harry put on some music and sang along. I have to admit, he was really good. Plus the group singing was good.
"Who is this group," I asked, admitting that this group was good.
"Well one of the guys in that group are named Harry Styles," he said smirking.
He walked towards me and stopped the music on the way.
"I hope you wouldn't mind me singing to you. We can do it while we have-" he started.
"Harry, get this in your mind. I'm not having sex with you," I said, getting uncomfortable. I lost my balance and fell on the bed.
Harry picked me up and sat me right-side on the bed. He sat on top of me while I was trying to get out of his grip. He had such a strong grip that it tired me out.
"Relax babe," he said.
"Don't call me that!" I said through gritted teeth.
"Ooh feisty. That's how I like 'em!" He smiled.
"Stop Harry please," I cried.
"Fine," he sighed. He got off of me and helped me up.
"Your so hot though, I need you," he said.
"You don't need anything."
"I need you."
"You need my body."
He just grabbed my hand and took me out of the bedroom. He grabbed the key off the counter and we both went out the door.
"Harry. Where are you taking me," I asked scared.
"I'm taking you out to dinner babe," he smiled.
"You're going to meet the guys." He said.