The Boy from the UK

Little light shone as the dark curtains covered the glass windows. I shiver by the cold air flowing threw the vents hitting my back. I slowly wake up from the warm big bed and drag my self across the cold wooden floor. I make my way bathroom untill I spot a photo of a boy and his mum on the hallway wall. I smile remembering the times I spent with my family. I soon snap out of my trance and go back to reality. Taking a step closer I look at the note next to it. " To my Little Harry, Love Mum". I take the picture off and bring it close to my face examining it. Harry, I could tell was seven while his mum looked like her early 30's. Before taking another one I was interrupted by a clearing throat. I swiftly put back the picture and stand straight in front of Harry. " Good Morning" he answered fixing the picture. " Um... Good Morning, sorry I was just trying to find the bathroom" I say giving him a side hug. " It's cool just ask me next time" he mentions giving he a hug back. He takes me back to his room and turns on the tv. "So how did I get here" I ask making the bed. " Well after your little "dance" you passed out and I carried you to my room" he mumbled rubbing his back. Right before I'm about to leave he strips off his clothes and throws them across the room. He turns around and gives me a wink. I just stand and watch him slipping a pair of pants on. " You know its not polite to stare" he jokes. I just laugh and hide my face on his bare torso. He laughs with me and hugs "GOODMORNING" Louis screams as he watches Harry and I half naked. " Oh... Um... Imma leave" he whispers as Harry gives his a death glare. I just giggle and Harry gives me a kiss and the cheek and another hug. But I stop smiling. Am I falling for Harry Styles?

Notes

Hey, I hope you like this chapter! Plzz like and rate this story. And I'm really srry I haven't been able to write I've been really busy at school. So I gots to go. Bye :D