They Don't Warn You

I'm the kind of person to be in love with Harry Styles though I've never met him. I'm not the kind to memorize every single family member or person he's become acquainted with. I swear to you, I had no idea who Ben Selley was. I'm also not the kind of person to turn a guy away when we're having fun.
Unfortunately, these facts have kind of gotten me into trouble. Ben has dubbed me his girlfriend without my permission, and I'm the kind of girl to go along with it. Ben is the kind of guy to let it slip his mind that he never told you that the cousin he's introducing you to is Harry Styles.
I know Harry isn't the type of person to treat me the way that he does. I watch him treat everyone else like they're the greatest thing to walk the earth. Because he doesn't look at me that way, the little things mean everything. Even though hope comes around so seldom, I'm the kind of person that still makes Harry Styles my world.


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 Ben lead me to his door, then promptly began patting his pockets. "Uh oh. Seems I've forgotten my key as well."

"Mmmm," I moaned.

"No, don't worry. I've got the perfect roommate in there. Give him one second," he told me as he knocked.

I'm sure it couldn't have been exactly a second, but Ben's roommate was rather speedy to get to the door.

"Hey there, mate!" Ben greeted him cheerily. "Thanks for opening the door. Seems I forgot my key."

"He usually does," Perfect Roomate told me.

"Right. Will, this is Blythe. Blythe, Will. Otherwise known as the perfect roommate," Ben conducted.

"Nice to meet you, Will," I said, giving him my hand to shake.

"You too, Blythe."

Based on first impressions, I'd have said Will really was a perfect roommate. He didn't seem to be annoyed with Ben for forgetting his key, he was polite. He was a cute, dark haired nerd, with big glasses, but he was, like, a fashionable nerd. His glasses weren't dorky, his hair was gelled back, he had a nice build. He was dressed in gray slacks, a white button down shirt, suspenders, and a bow tie. He was actually not bad looking at all.

"Will is a straight edge book nerd like you, Blythe," Ben explained as Will closed himself in his room and Ben led me back to his. "He's quiet, he's clean, he lets me in when I forget my keys, and to top it all off, it's like having a live-in tutor. Wait, that doesn't sound all together appealing, does it?"

"No, he seems good. He wasn't even annoyed with you," I responded as I looked around his room. He seemed like the messier one. His bed was unmade and there were clothes all over the place, a few books laying around. He had a keyboard standing by one wall, next to a couple of guitars. It was the telltale room of both a bachelor and musician. "I assume he's also the maid that keeps the living room clean."

Ben laughed. "I'm sure he wouldn't like to be called that, but he does fluff the pillows and bring my stuff back to my room and the like on occasion. He doesn't always dress like that, by the way. He had something to go to tonight, and I knew he'd be back by now. He probably hasn't had time to change."

I shrug. "Doesn't particularly matter to me how he dresses."

"Yeah. Good. Speaking of which, we need to get you some clothes," he said with a clap. He pulled open his dresser. "Only the best, cleanest clothes for my lovely guest."

I laughed. "It's much appreciated."

He handed me a t-shirt and held another clothing item behind his back. "Um, I think I'll need some pants," I stated.

He laughed and handed me the sweats he was hiding. "It was worth a shot. I'll let you in here and be out in the living room. We can chill out there when you're done, until you get a hold of your roommate. It's cleaner out there."

"Okay. I'll be out in a minute."

It probably was literally at least a full minute. I stripped off my clothes and slipped on Ben's fast enough, but then I took a little time to snoop around his room a bit. Not rooting through his closet and reading his diary kind of stuff, just looking. I tried not to trip as I waded through the mess on the floor to his desk. He had some music books and notebooks sitting on top. One of the notebooks was open to what looked lyrics. I ran my fingers over it, but glanced away quickly, purposefully not catching any of the words.

Next, I inspected his guitar collection. He had two acoustic and one electric sitting next to an amp. I rang my fingers along the strings of each of the guitars. Then there was a knock on the door.

"You alright in there?" Ben called. "You dressed?"

"Yeah, fine. You can come in."

"Are you spying on me?" he asked with a grin.

"Just looking around a bit. Checking for any knives or dead bodies or anything else I should be concerned about."

"That's perhaps a wise idea. Find anything incriminating?"

"I don't think you gave me enough time," I told him.

He laughed. "You want me to step back out?"

I smiled back, shaking my head. "Nah. I think I've gathered enough evidence for one night."

"Me too." He slowly strode to me."Have I gotten into your good graces, Blythe?"

"So far you've checked out alright."

"Good." He put his hands on my arms, then he kissed me softly. I liked it.

"Is it possible to get drunk from having alcohol spilled on you?" I whispered. "Can it soak into your pores or something? Because I don't usually let guys I've just met kiss me."

"I don't think you're drunk," he whispered back.

"Okay. Good."

"Why are we whispering?"

"I don't know." A kiss was a tender, intimate thing. Especially the way he did it. I just felt like it merited reverence in tone.

He laughed. "Do you play any instruments, Blythe?" he asked in a normal volume.

"No. Your guitars are beautiful, though."

"I've got more back home, but I couldn't live without bringing a few here."

"Will you play something for me?" I asked.

"Sure," he agreed, grabbing the chair from his desk and placing it near the foot of his bed. He grabbed one of his acoustic guitars and sat. "You take the bed. It's more comfortable."

I tried to keep the surprise off my face as I smiled, but I know it didn't work. It was a treat to know there was at least one guy in the world with chivalry who would consider the comfort of a woman he was trying to woo above his own. "Thank you. You really are a gentleman, aren't you?"

"Well, I'm British, so," he explained.

I laughed. "Right."

He cleared his throat and started playing a few notes here and there, warming up, before starting in on something. He began singing "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran.

I sucked in my breath, overwhelmed with emotions over this serenade. He looked up at me and smiled. "You're going to make me fall in love with you," I told him when he paused singing before the bridge.

He laughed. "That's kind of the plan," he said with a wink before picking up again.

My eyes began to get heavy, as they do when you've had a good, long day, and met a nice, gentlemanly guy who sings you songs so close to lullabies. "That's was really good. You're really good. You've got a beautiful voice. I really like you," I mumbled sleepily, curling up on his bed as he finished the song.

"Thank you. Is it past your bedtime? Is that why you're so cranky?" he teased me, still playing his guitar.

I laughed. "I don't think I've been very cranky at all since you brought me back here."

"Now that you've pointed it out, I don't think you were too bad."

"I let you kiss me."

"Yes, that was very nice of you. You haven't been bad at all."

"And you're not a bad kisser at all. It was a good kiss."

"Why thank you." He changed to a faster tune that I didn't recognize. When he was finished with that, he kept going and going. I let my eyes drift closed after a while, before I fell asleep. I know it's not the wisest idea to sleep in a virtual stranger's bed, but he seemed to be able to entertain himself with his guitar. We'd met, our lips had met, and that was all that seemed to matter to me in that moment.

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