Harry's room was covered in posters and a desk stood in front of a window, I supposed it was for writing stories. I saw the bed, and I was a child, always had been. I ran full speed towards his bed and jumped on top of it. It smelled just like him, like cologne and mint, absolutely delicious. Harry started laughing.
"What?" I asked innocently, knowing exactly what he was laughing at.
"You just made yourself at home in our bed, without any hesitations!"
"I am a child, what can I say?" I asked innocently.
Harry was still laughing when he came to sit by me and poked me in the ribs. I let a small giggle escape my lips, Oh shit, now he knows your ticklish! I thought desperately.
"Is Miss Christina Dylan ticklish?" he asked, arching his eyebrows in a way that I knew meant that he knew the answer.
"No, of course not!" I said, pulling out my best acting skills.
"You are an amazing actress, but you can't fool me now!" Harry said, tickling me. I was kicking and laughing hysterically, and he was laughing at my laugh, "Oh my god, Christina!" Harry yelled.
"What?" I asked, sitting up.
"You have to be a dancer, you kicked me in my nose and it hurts like hell!"
I giggled and leaned in to move his hand, it wasn't broken, just red. I kissed the tip of his nose, "Sorry, but I'm a singer/actress. I did dance a few times on stage, though."
"I am gonna have to get you to kick me in the nose a few more times, if that is the reaction I get," Harry teased. I held my breath, I knew what was coming. Harry lightly touched his lips on mine, and all the sudden there was a light cough.
"I, personally, think you deserved it, man," Niall said. Niall had been standing there the whole time, and he had watched me and Harry kiss. I blushed a crimson color, and Niall laughed at my embarrassed expression.
"Not helping, Niall," Harry said furiously.
"Not trying to help, Hazza," Niall shrugged and walked over to me. Picking me up bridal style, he yelled, "Come! Let us gorge food buddy!" I laughed at his sillyness and he carried me out of the room.
On the way down the stairs I told him I could walk, Niall didn't listen. He carried me all the way to the table and set me down in a chair. Niall sat to my left, and a girl named Eleanor on my right. Harry sat across from me, Zayn to his right and Louis to his left. Anne sat between Zayn and Eleanor at the end of the table. Eleanor was very friendly towards me, talking and chatting about her and Louis's relationship.
"So, is Hazza here a good boyfriend?" Eleanor asked. I nearly spit out my water, and in fact I did choke on it. Louis let out a girlish shriek, and I realized what had happened.
"Harry wishes he could get his hands on me," I smirked, and Eleanor laughed. "So is Lou a good boyfriend?"
"Yeah, when he isn't telling me lies about the relationship status of my new best friend!" Eleanor giggled. Louis made a face, and everyone laughed.
There was a bit of silence, but then I felt something on my leg. I looked up at Harry and he winked, all the sudden, I felt a foot slide up my leg. I jumped a little bit and recieved a look from Zayn.
"You okay?" Niall asked with his mouth full of food.
"Yeah, can I have your salad?" I asked.
"Yeah, take it," Niall said, scooting his bowl over to me. We ate in relative silence the rest of dinner, and Harry kept playing with my feet. Does Harry Edward Styles have a foot fedish? I thought to myself.
After everyone had finished eating, I helped Anne clear the dishes. El and Louis had gone home, and the rest of the boys were staying the night.
"I suppose Harry was rubbing on your leg?" Anne said conversationally.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" I asked, I didn't feel at all awkward.
"He has facial expressions dear, and trust me, it was written all over his face," she responded.
"Well, he'll have to work a little harder to get his hands on these!" I grabbed my boobs and Anne laughed at me.
"That was hot," a familiar voice said from the door. Harry stood there, gleaming and perfect.
I blushed, "Thanks," I muttered. Anne giggled, she knew I was uncomfortable.
"Chrissy, why don't you go shower up, you got a big few months," she said, pushing me out of the door, "Thanks for the help!" she said, and I heard her talking to Harry.
I went up to my new room, and say all the boys digging through my clothes. Zayn was showing the boys one of my skimpiest thongs, and I snuck up behind him.
"You like it?" I asked, and he jumped.
"We love it loads!" Niall said, holding up my hot pink lacey one.
"I got to shower, boys, where's the shower?" I asked them
Niall took me to the bathroom, and gave me a towel.
"Thanks Niall, now out! I got the mechanics of this!" I said, shoving him out the door and locking it.
I took off my clothes and got into the steaming water. I was stressed, and the water running down my body felt like it was washing away my pains. I washed my hair and body, shaved my legs, and stepped out. Niall was waiting outside the door, trying to pick the lock.
"Oh my god!" I yelled, when he fell in.
"Oh, uh, hi Chrissy," he stammered, thrusting the paperclip behind his back.
"Busted, Niall!" I laughed, stepping over him.
I walked into the room, where the boys were no longer there. I closed the door and put on my pajamas. I was tired, and in a few moments I was under the covers and asleep.
**HARRY'S POV**
She was so perfect, and that incident in the kitchen turned me on so bad. I walked into my room, and she was asleep under the covers, all snuggled up to my pillow. She was making girlish grunts in her sleep, and it was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. Her hair was still damp from her shower, and her legs were long and stretched.
I changed into my sweatpants and layed down beside of her. He made another girlish grunt and snuggled into my chest. I put my arm around her and thought about what my mom had told me. I drifted off into a deep sleep, and dreamt of her.