My eyes slowly fluttered open and for a moment I lay there beneath the soft cotton sheets and looked around at the lightly lit room. The soft, nutmeg brown walls. The modern paintings decorating the partitions. I hat never really taken time to admire my surroundings but now that I think about it, I couldn't feel more at home here.
My thoughts were immediately interrupted by the sound of pots and pans crashing downstairs and I furrowed my eyebrows. I slipped off the edge of the bed and immediately felt a soft chill run down my spine as my feet hit the cold, wood floor. I grabbed the soft ivory colored blanket off the bed and pulled it around my shoulders and slowly made my way out of the room and down the hall to the stairs. I could hear soft cusses from in the kitchen and when I reached the bottom of the stairs I walked into the kitchen to see Harry sitting on the floor in nothing but his running shorts, pots and pans scattered around him. Upon my entry, he looked up and a slight look of disappointment filled his eyes.
"Whoa. Are you okay?" I chuckled, my voice cracking tiredly.
He sat back and sighed. "Yeah, my clumsiness finally caught up to my though."
I laughed quietly. "Why were you trying to get those pans off the top shelf? I thought you said you never used those."
I looked at me, slightly guilty. "Well my plan was to quietly sneak back into the house after my run, take a quick shower and then make you breakfast, all before you woke up. But seeing as you're standing there and I'm sitting here surrounded by pots and pans, that's not going to happen."
I smiled. "Well it's the thought that counts." I snickered. "Now lets get these pots and pans off the floor and maybe I'll make you breakfast."
"You don't have to do that." He told me.
"But I'm going to anyway. Now get your bum off the floor so we can clean all this up." I grinned.
He frowned. "Fine. But at least help me up."
I extended a hand to him but instead of pulling me up, he pulled me down on top of him.
"Harry!" I squealed, laughing. "You better hope that was an accident!"
"It takes two to make an accident." He winked.
I gasped slightly. "Did you just quote the Great Gatsby?"
He grinned and nodded. "Oh, don't look to surprised, I actually took a liking to that movie last night."
I smiled. "So it'd be a movie that you'd watch with me more often?"
"Of course!" He said in a high pitched, girly voice. "And we can like, quote moves together and then fangirl over all the hot guys in it. OMG!"
I burst out laughing and slapped his chest lightly. "You're such a dork!"
"But you love me." He said knowingly.
"Are you sure about that?" I accused slyly.
"I'm as positive as a pregnancy test." He grinned.
My jaw dropped and I looked at him. "You didn't just say that."
"But I did." He said simply, a grin on his face.
I slowly stood up. "I'm starting to question why I'm friends with you."
"Beccc." He whined after I stood up.
"Get your bum off the floor." I chuckled.
He slowly sat up and picked up a few pans. He stood up and set them on the counter.
"And if you're questioning why you're friends with me, it's probably because you can't handle my hilariousness." He informed me.
"Wake up sweetheart." I smiled. "You're dreaming."
I grabbed a few pots off the floor and set them on the counter beside the sondes he had put there.
"Well, because you're like a tower, you get the honor of putting these back up there." I told Harry.
"Oh c'mon, I'm only like three inches taller than you!" He teased.
"You're like 6'3" and I'm 5'9". So yes, you are a tower. Now shut up and put these up there." I smiled sweetly, handing him a few pans.
He looked at my and chuckled a little. "Yes your majesty."
"Damn straight." I sassed.
He took the pans out of my hands and put them back on the top shelf. As he was setting the last of the pots up there, the doorbell rang and Harry froze.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath.
"Haz, open the door!" A male voice called from outside the front door.
Harry turned to me. "I know this is going to seem a bit rude and I'm so sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you. But I need you to go upstairs and not come back down until I come get you."
I looked at him warily. "Okay...?"
"Please Rebecca." He said seriously.
I nodded. I walked out of the room and hurried up the stairs to my room. I shut the door behind me and I heard the sound of the door opening downstairs.
I walked over to the door and pulled it open, revealing Louis and Liam.
"Well, I was beginning to think Liam and I may need to get out tent set up out here but thankfully you opened the door." Louis said.
"Look, Lou, this really isn't a good time." I sighed.
His eyebrows furrowed and he looked past me into my house. "Is someone here with you?"
I frowned. "No. Of course not."
"Then why is there a pair of ladies boots sitting right beside your shoes?" Liam asked, pointing to Rebecca's UGGs.
I sucked in my breath for a moment. "Um Gem came to visit and she's out right now."
They looked at me warily for a moment but finally let it go.
"So how about the three of us stop and get some tea or coffee somewhere and hang out today?" Liam asked.
I shoved my hands into the pockets of my shorts. "I can't."
"Seriously Haz? You blow off last night and now today? What's with you?" Louis asked.
I shuffled my feet nervously. "I'm just not up for it. I've been feeling a little under the weather lately as well."
Louis ran his fingers through his hair. "Harry, we're your best friends and it's clear to us that there's something you're not telling us."
"Can you please just drop it for right now. I'll explain everything later." I told him.
"Later when Haz? You've been completely MIA the past few months."Liam sighed.
I leaned up against the frame of the door. "I'll uh, invite you lads over for like a movie night or something."
"Alright. It's a deal. But try and make it in the next century, yeah?" Louis asked.
I nodded. "I'll try my best."
"Okay. Well I guess we'll see you later then mate." Louis said.
"See you." I replied.
The two of them turned and I shut the door and walked up the stairs to Rebecca's room. I knocked lightly.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
"Depends on who's asking. If your name isn't Harry Styles then no, kindly fuck off." I heard her chuckle from the other side of the door.
"I suppose I should be leaving then." I replied with a chuckle.
I opened the door and found her sitting on her bed, a book in her hands.
"So who was at the door?" She asked.
I shrugged. "Friends of mine. They're two of my bandmates actually."
"Ah. I see." She said.
I walked over to the bed an sat on the edge.
"So listen, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to meet a few of my friends. They've kinda guessed that I have someone else staying with me or I at least have a 'lady friend'." I admitted.
She looked at me, suddenly nervous. "I don't know. I just- It's hard to explain."
"If it'll make you uncomfortable then I'll cancel it." I told her.
"No, no. You don't have to do that." She sighed. "It's just that the less people who know where I am, the better."
I confused expression filled my face. "Rebecca, is someone after you?"
She shook her head. "Not that I know of. I- It's a story for another time." She sighed.
"It's okay. Take all the time you need. And besides, I'll be seeing my friends plenty in a few weeks." I told her.
She gave me a sad smile. "Thank you. I just don't want to be the reason your friends might be mad at you."
I shook my head. "Bec, I love spending time with you. Don't ever feel like you're the reason. And don't worry, they're not mad at me. They're just suddenly noticing that I'm not always around them."
Rebecca looked at me sheepishly. "They're your friends though. I'm just some girl you met at the side of the road in the rain."
I pulled her into a hug. "You're my friend Bec. You're one of my best friends actually. And honestly, finding you there was probably one of the best moments of my life because I met you."