Human

Chapter 4:


I slowly awoke to a nagging tug. My blanket getting swiped away from me before my very eyes. I squinted my eyes a couple times, adjusting to the light. It amazes me how bright it was in the room considering the only window was in the attached bathroom. The room was chilly, even more so now because my blanket had been snatched. I glanced down at the floor to see if it fell, but I was pleasantly surprised with what I found.

Cuddled on the ground was Harry. His big arms squeezing the comforter in a tight hug. He was still completely dressed, shoes and all. His legs were sprawled out in all directions, propped up slightly, resting on the top of the comforter. Harry looked like a little boy cuddling his new teddy bear he just got for Christmas. Even with all the tattoos completely visible through his white shirt, he still looking like a cute young boy.

Studying him for a little but longer I had to turn away. He would wake up if I watched him for too long. On second thought, maybe I should wake him. He had most likely slept all night on the floor. Now I feel terrible for sleeping in the only bed. How rude of me to spend the night in the only bed while my tendant occupied the floor. If I wake him now and move him to the bed he will probably be mad. Not very happy that some random girl slept in your bed while you were on the floor. Then to top it off she wakes you up for nothing. But on the other side he may be weary enough to get up and switch sleeping quarters before drifting off again.

Looks like I'm about to find out which type of person he is. "Psst, Harry." I rubbed a circle on his back, with my thumb. "Harry?"

"Mmm..." He moaned but didn't move.

"Do you want the bed?" I hushed my voice. This time there was no response. Harry just opened one eye, looked me over, and closed it again. "Psst, Harry?" I tried again.

"Mhm...?" He moaned again.

"If you want the bed, go for it." I slowly spoke.

"Paris?" He murmured.

"Yes?" I half smiled at the fact that he recognized me.

"You fucking woke me to tell me to go back to fucking sleep?" There was anger with a hint of playfulness.

"Never too early for sailor talk I see. " My attempt at a joke paid off with a slight chuckle from Harry. "But I knew it was a stupid idea. Um, go back to sleep. I'll just be on my way." I started to get up, backing away from Harry.

"No. Stay." He commanded, with his face still nuzzled in the covers.

Damn, even when he's sleepy he's still demanding.

"Harry I've really got to go."

I tugged my arm back, which didn't end up working for me. Harry was so stubborn and controlling. He practically lunged out, reaching for my arm. All without opening an eye. He was able to do to it with so much force, I was taken back, falling on my butt right next to Harry.

"Now I can finally aleep." Harry whispered into the sheets as he drifted off to sleep.

Now, being practically alone, I took this one time offer to look around the room without restrictions. My eyes skimped each and every book. To Kill A Mocking Bird, To Tell Tale Heart, 50 Shades of Grey, The Dome, Nightmare On Elem Street, Zero Dark Thirty, The Shinning, The Holocaust, TomSawyer, The Murder On Rue Morgue, and Hamlet. Hmm… interesting choice in books. But another thing caught my attention out of the coner of my eye. An old and dull picture in an twisted metal frame, hidden behind a large book. Curiosity killed the cat, that's all right for sure. I reached my arm back to get a hold of the cold metal, bringing it out of the dark and into the light.

Pictured were too young boys, early teens I would guess. On the left was a sun kissed, bleach blond. And the on the right, a tall and lanky brunette. Both of them had a stupid grin on their face. The photographer defenatly had gotten lucky. They both seemed to be frozen in the midst of their laughter. After multiple looks, it clicked. That was the young Niall and Harry.

I studied their faces intently now. It was defiantly the hair that threw me off. What was now a blonde quiff with brown roots, once was a mob of beach blond hair. And Harry's chocolate brown swept up hair used to be long an curly, swept to one side. And their cheeky grins had immensely changed. Those wrinkly noses and perfect dimples had long disappeared. It's astonishing to look at the changes, a young boy, so happy, and then look at the rude and arrogant boy covered in tattoos.

Setting the picture back down I continued on my inventory of the room. Besides the two large bookshelfs I had already searched, there was nothing interesting or unique about the room. It was just another four walled living space. I sighed looking at the clock reading 10:32 am. Its best I be going. Not wanting to disturb sleeping beauty over there, I gathered a post-it note and pen and wrote a simple one word note:Thanks.

Placing the note on the door, I grabbed my belongings and set out in my journey around the frat house. The once so dark hallways were now lit up, leading a clear path to the stair case. Hopefully I could just make my way out of here without any disruptions.

"Paris?" Looks like I spoke to soon. "Hey, where are you going?" Niall and Louis acknowledged from the kitchen.

"Um, hey." I awkwardly waved and turned toward them and the few others in the kitchen.

"Please tell me you didn't stay the night here." Louis snapped looking my rugged appearance over.

"Well, I—"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me Paris! Whose room were you in?" Niall now joined in with anger.

"No, it wasn't like that!" I cried out in frustration, but everyone just gave me a disapproving look. "I was accidentally locked in a room alone and I feel asleep. I woke up about twenty minutes ago in the bed and Harry was on the floor wrapped in a blanket, I swear I would never do anything like that!"

Niall and Louis exchanged a few looks, as well as the other bystanders. "Shit Paris, you gave me a fucking heart attack. I thought I would have to go beat up some monkey ass piece of shit." Niall relaxed.

I smiled at Niall, happy that he actually believed me. Louis on the other hand, didn't buy it. "You woke up on the bed, Harry on the floor?"

"Yes."

"I could have sworn I heard some scream last night from around Ed's room." Louis pestered, looking me dead in the eyes, taking a step closer.

"Who's Ed?"

"Ed Sheehan, a friend of ours. Thats his room but he's back in England right now." Niall enlighten me.

"Well that wasn't me Louis, I'm not like that!" I reasoned with him again.

"The why he fuck are you dressed like that then? You look like a motherfucking whore!" Louis practically screamed in my face.

Niall tried to ease the tension and anger from him, but Louis just shook him off. "Casper dressed me like this! I don't own anything slutty at all! I never wear make up like this or have ratted hair! I'm not like one of your friends, I'm not that type of person!"

"So what you're implying is that all of my friends are slutty whores?" Louis countered, taking yet another step closer, getting completely in my face.

"No. That's not what I'm getting at."

"Really? Cause I think you were. Let me fucking tell you something Paris, see if you can get it thought that fucking head of yours. You don't know a single fucking thing about any of us, so don't you prance in here like a bitch and assume we are all like that!"

"Then don't do the same to me!" I took a step froward so I was inches away from Louis. Surprisingly my tone was strong and demanding. I gave him one last glare and spun around, strutting away. No one spoke a word, not even the guys I saw slightly laughing at Louis reaction, front the corner of my eye.

"Damn this autumn air is cold." I muttered after taking a step outside into the morning chill.

"Yeah it gets pretty cold here in the morning." A voice spoke from my left. I turned to my left, towards the source of noise. "Hi, I'm Cody. And you are…?"

"Paris."

"I've been there actually. The Eiffel Tower was just spectacular in late winter. In my opinion, it was at its prettiest time of the year." Cody grinned. "Have you been?"

"Ah, no actually." I stood there unsure whether to continue home or to stay and chat with Cody. "Um, do you by chance know the way towards the dorms?"

"Yes I do actually. Just continue down this road for a few more blocks, take a right at the last frat home, then take the first left, following the sidewalk for about a mile and then take a right onto Willow Ave. Then take the first left and the buildings are on both sides."

"Damn, that's a lot of walking." I mumbled.

"There is a bus you could take." Cody mentioned.

"If only I actually brought money." I teased myself.

"Here, just get home safe." Cody dropped a five dollar bill in my hand and turned, walking his own direction.

I smiled to myself and started walking in the direction of the bus stop. In really regret walking out on the frat home. Maybe I could have been able to talk Niall in driving me home, cause walking barefoot, heals in hand, in nothing but a miniskirt and strapless top, is defenatly not easy. I'm freezing my ass off, that's for sure.

Just as I approached the stop, a large bus squeaked its way to a stop. The doors opening with a rush of warm air. "One fifty." The Latino bus driver croaked as I stepped up the steps. I handed him the five waiting for my change in return. "Take a seat." He frustratedly motioned me back.

"Um, you own me $3.50." I was not in the mood to deal with this sweaty and filthy man driving a bus.
"No I do not. Now go sit down." He pulled forward a little bit.

"Yes you do. You asked for $1.50 and I gave you $5, you own me $3.50 in return." I crossed my arms getting fed up.

"Ma'am go sit down before I start driving." He raised his voice.

"I refuse to sit down until I get my money and I know for a fact you won't drive away because that could make you loose your job. And you don't want that to happen." Damn, I was sassy this morning. I have absolutly no idea where that is coming from.

"Here now go sit down." He finally handed me my money.

"Thank you." I fake smiled and made my way to the back of the bus.

In total it took about ten minutes before we neared the dorm rooms. The bus had now occupied four male students and a few Asian students. As the bus slowed to a stop I started to get up form my seat, walking towards the exit.

That's when I heard the whistle.

"Shit, Why don't you come kick it over here?" The nerdy looking one smirked. His eyes wandering all over me.

"Come on just a quick fuck." The other one pleaded with a smirk.

I turned around with a raised eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Come on, just work your little magic for us."

I was honestly shocked. All I did was change my clothes and all of a sudden I'm a brand new person.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that!" I slapped one across the face.

"Damn, calm down bitch!" The other one turned defensive.

"Don't tell me what to do." I snapped and started towards the exit.

God, everyone today is so annoying, like all I want to do is sleep. I want to curl up in my bed watching a movie or reading one of my favorite books, sipping hot chocolate and fall asleep. But there just has to be something in my way. This time it was my key. And I am so very lucky to have a roommate who disappears all day and returns just after dinner. So it looks like I am just out of luck.

What to do? Oh what to do? I could go and find my the dorm advisors. But that would lead to lots of explaining on my apparel and request. Or I could just wait for Shelly to come back. But thats hours from now.

Weighing out my options, I decided to go and find someone who worked on the building who could unlock my door. "Um, excuse me sir, but I need a little help." I approached an old custodian.

"Yes, what may I help you with?" The friendly man stopped his cart.

"I've lost the key to my room and I'm locked out. Would you mind letting me in?"

"Not a problem, what room number are you?" The custodian got out his ring of keys.

"432." I started leading him to my door.

"Here you go. If you need anything else just ask." He smiled and walked away.

I took a deep breathe. "Ah, finally home at last."

Before completely my only plans for the day, sleeping, it was time for a shower. The worst thing about campus, were the community showers. Sure there were three layers of curtains between the entry of each stall and the actual shower, but still. No matter how many times you try to convince me that nothing is going to happen, I'll still fear it. Like how would you feel? There aren't any real walls in between each stall. Maybe if they had a stainless steel wall every here and there it wouldn't be so bad. But according to the campus officials, it's 'too expensive' and 'unneccisarry' because the other walls are 'exactly the same', except the fact that one is slightly translucent, while the other is as hard as and dark as mountainous boulders. But other the that, they are 'exactly the same'.

Note the sarcasm.

Gathering the courage to step through the steamy doors, I glanced down back into my tote. Shampoo, check. Conditioner, check. Hair brush, check. Towel, check. Clean clothes, check. Other toiletries, check. I sighed and made my way down the long rows of showers until I reached one close to the center.

Yanking back the curtain and locking it in place, I set my tote down and began undressing. I changed into my robe at lightning speed, making sure I was safe. I left my flip flops and party clothes in the first section, just in case someone assumed it wasn't in use. In the next part, I stacked my clothes and left my robe on one of the tiny shelves. Taking a step forward, and through another curtain, I dragged myself into the actual shower. After a minute of hot water slithering down my body, all my worries began to fade.

The steamy waterfall smothered all my worries and drained my mind. Each feverish droplet lifting a piece of the world off my shoulders. Every humid breathe calming my senses. The sultry sensation spreading throughout my numbing body.

"Babe, it's fine, nobody ever uses these shitty showers." A guys voice snapped me out of my fantasy.

Looks like I didn't get the memo.

"But what if someone sees?" A shallow voice questioned.

"Who is here to see us? Besides, these are co-ed showers, so technically we are doing nothing wrong." The guy persuaded.

"What if someone comes in on us?" The girl hushed.

"Nothing, they can't see us and they defiantly won't go searching."

"I don't know."

"Oh c'mon. It's not that big of a deal to shower with someone."

Excuse me but I think it's kind of a big deal.

"It's just— babe stop it!" I thought I heard the sounds of a kiss.

"You love my kisses, stop denying it!" The guy teased.

"No I don't, now let's just go back." The girl started again.

I'm guessing the girl didn't go far cause I could have sworn I heard the sounds of giggles, squeals, and more kisses. Finally the girl must have gave in because another shower was turned on. I took that as my cue to ditch my relaxing shower and head back. I struggled to slip into my sweatpants and shirt with the wet floors. After finally getting dressed I scurried out silently without the couple noticing. Or at least I hope they didn't notice.

After safely making my way to my dorm I began getting ready for my plans. That included; making popcorn, picking out a movie, gathering blankets, getting cozy, and sleeping. Unfortunately I couldn't complete even one task before getting distracted. Soon I was dancing around to rowdy music and singing at the top of my lungs to songs I didn't even know.

Eventually I began to wear out and get tired. Just as I was all snuggled in my bed watchingThe Vow, and growing weary, my phone buzzed next to me. But I was prostrated to read or understand the message. So it lay, face up, next to me as I slept. The words lingering in my mind.

> Can you come over? A few people want to talk. Girls night? ;) <</em>

Notes

This chapter isn't very good, but I had to update. The next two chapters will be all one night, I think. But be prepared from some wild activities. As usual this isn't edited at all.

Question to ponder about: Why was Harry so different in the morning than he was the night before? Why did Niall and Louis care so much about what Paris was doing? And why were they even there?


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