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Undercover

SHORT DOUBLE UPDATE!

BELLE’S POV:

I woke up alone, wrapped in a blanket with a pillow under my head. The view of the cite was spread out in front of me and the sun shone down, warming me. Despite the sun’s warmth, I was cold. It was probably because of the cool concrete floor. I sat up and my hair was sprawled all over my face. I groaned and moved it out of my face. My arms ached as I stretched them above my head. My dress was wrinkled and riding up and my shoes sat next to me. I stood up and looked around, remembering where I was. I did really want this room I just didn’t know if I could take it or not. I didn’t want it to seem like I had special privileges.

I wondered where Harry was. If I remember correctly, he was here with me when I fell asleep. I take a step forward when my foot hits something soft. I look down to see a small pile of clothes and a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, along with a bar of soap. A small piece of paper sat on top of it. I picked it up and read it

I grabbed some clothes and shower stuff from Perrie for you. You’ve already missed breakfast so coffee and a muffin are on the kitchen counter. Get yourself cleaned up and eat. Meet you in the lobby at 11:00.

-Harry xx

Oh and just telling you, we’re having the rest of your gumbo for dinner. We found it in the oven. Also, good cookies ;)

I wanted to run and jump into Harry’s arms, thanking him. I looked down and saw my phone next to everything. I must have left it in the cafeteria area when Harry and I were eating. I turned it on and the clock said 10:30. I better get ready. I ran into the kitchen and saw the muffin and coffee. It was a regular muffin with chocolate chips and a light dusting of sugar on top. That and the coffee were still warm and I gulped them both down, hungrily. I didn’t know what to do with the garbage since there wasn’t a trashcan so I just left it and decided to bring it down with me later. I ran back and grabbed the clothes and shampoo and into the bathroom.

The water worked surprisingly well and warmed up quickly. I stripped down, still uneasy about the windows, and got into the shower. Soon the glass doors were foggy and I couldn’t see out. The water was warm and relaxed my tense muscles. So much happened last night and I’m still exhausted with it all.

I opened the shower door and grabbed the shampoo, conditioner, and soap, bringing them into the shower with me. I pulled my ponytail and released my wet up do. The curls quickly disappeared with the water and I started to shampoo my hair. I think I could live up here. It would be nice. The shampoo smelled of lavender, my favorite. Bubbles washed out of my hair and down the drain as I stood under the hot water. I lathered up the conditioner in my hair and the scent became stronger. I closed my eyes and washed the condition out of my hair. This already felt like home. Finally I finished with using the bar of soap to wash my body. It smelled of mint, like Harry. Maybe this is what he uses. My legs were still smooth considering hair takes forever to grow back for me. I washed off the soap and turned off the water. Then I stepped onto the tile floor and spotted a fluffy, white towel on the toilet. Thank God Harry thought ahead for everything. I dried myself off and looked at the clothes selection.

It consisted of a pair of dark jean shorts and mint green and off-white striped, knit sweater. I also spotted a pair of white converse with it. Good. Simple. I put back on my white bra and panties and slipped on the shorts and sweater. The sweater hung off of my shoulder, exposing the skin but I didn’t mind. My hair was sopping wet and dripped water all over my sweater so I put it up into a messy ponytail. I couldn’t see what I looked like since there wasn’t a mirror in the bathroom so I’d have to wait until I get into the elevator. I slip on the white converse and grab my old clothes. I decide to leave the shampoo and stuff in the shower incase I come back. I also leave the towel. On the way out, I grab my garbage, shoes, and phone. Finally I make into the elevator. I press the 6th floor button so I can drop my clothes in Perrie’s room.

I turn to look at my reflection in the mirror of the elevator. I was completely makeup-less and my face was pale. My hair was wet and in a messy ponytail but I liked the look of it so I kept it. All of the sudden my phone buzzed.

Change of plans, meet me in Perrie’s room.

-Harry xx

I wonder what that’s about. That makes things easier for me then. I jump as the doors open to Perrie’s floor. I walk down the hallway until I reach her door. I knock on it and the door swings open, a fresh-faced Harry standing in it’s place. He smiles at me and gestures for me to come in. I walk in, confused, and throw away my trash before setting my clothes down in my suitcase and sitting down on Perrie’s couch. Perrie exits the bathroom and sits on the adjacent couch,
next to Zayn. The smile and kiss each other, reminding me of Harry and I last night.

“So Belle, you’re probably really confused right now” Harry starts and sits down next to me on the couch.

“Uhhh yeah”

“Well, I think we’ve been spending too much time in this stuffy old building. We need a break. So I’ve organized for Louis, Liam, and Niall in charge of the gang while we get out for a week with Perrie and Zayn” He says and beams at me

“To where?” I ask cautiously

“Spain”