I begin to head up the stairs to my room after talking with Claire. This is sure going to be awkward, since I am going to have to share my room with Harry for the summer. I had a feeling the boys were getting their things settled in their specific rooms. I bet Claire was with Niall doing god knows what since they haven’t been together in a while. Rolling my eyes at the thought, I continue to climb the stairs.

I had a feeling I knew what – more importantly, who – would be in my room. Harry. How the hell was this going to work out? I question myself in my head while I head upstairs to my room. I am kind of glad my room is up here for one, I don’t have to hear Claire doing only god knows what in her room with Niall downstairs, and two, I had the entire upstairs to myself. In this case, I didn’t but I guess I’ll learn to deal since I’ll have to share the floor I’ve grown so used to having to myself with five boys. Just great.

Why me? Why do I have to share a room with one of them, let alone Harry? After meeting him a little bit ago, things were kind of awkward and they were about to get more so soon. I finally make it to my room to find the door closed. Slowly, I reach forward and grab the door knob and push on it. The door opens and I walk in to find Harry lying on my bed, remote to my TV in his hand, his other arm behind his head.

“Oh…hey,” he looked over with a smile.

“Sorry if I’m hogging your bed, I uh, got bored and decided to find something to watch on the telly,” the words rolled off his tongue in his deep thick British accent. He had such a sexy accent. One of my weaknesses in a guy is when they have accents, especially British ones.

While I stood in the doorway, I studied his features, his plump lips, cheeky smile, those dimples I have a very strong weakness for, and his muscles, his unruly curls on his head. I couldn’t help myself but stare, this boy was gorgeous, I had to admit. Another thing I noticed too was the many tattoos on his bare arm that was visible. He must have taken off his leather jacket.

“I-it’s fine,” I reply quickly with a small smile. Shifting my eyes elsewhere, I feel my cheeks heat up as I could still feel his emerald eyes staring into my ocean blue ones.

“I could move if you’d like–” he opens his mouth to reply but I cut him off.

“No, you’re good, I’m uh, going to take a shower, we can discuss the sleeping situation when I’m done,” I reply as I walk over to my dresser and pull out my pajamas from the top drawer. A pair of plaid pajama bottoms along with a loose tank top that hardly showed any cleavage, hopefully along with a clean pair of underwear. I make my way to the door, my clothes in hand.

“Alright, have a good shower,” he replies with a cheeky smile.

I roll my eyes at his remark as I head out into the hallway toward the bathroom down the hall. It didn’t seem like anyone was using it so I had it to myself so I could take my shower in peace. I flip the light on before walking in and shutting the door behind me and locking it in place.

I walk over to the shower and turn the water on. As I began to undress, my mind began to wander. Just the fact that five teenage boys were in my house was weird, especially Harry who was practically going to be living in my room for the summer. After I put my dirty clothes into the hamper I get in the shower. A shiver runs up my spine as the water cascades down on my bare skin.

I couldn’t help the thoughts running through my mind, especially of Harry, the beautiful boy with curls who was in my room. What was he doing to me?! I had barely just met him not too long ago and I was already having thoughts about him. How creepy does that sound? Avery, calm down! You’ve just barely met him, least you could do is get to know him first! I tell myself.

I try not to take too long in the shower. After I finish up, about close to fifteen minutes later, I grab a nearby towel and wrap it around my wet body as I climb out and step onto the rug that was there on the floor. My hair was clean and smelled a mixture of watermelon and kiwi, which smelled amazing. My skin was the same. I felt so refreshed and clean.

After I dry my body, I put my lace boy-shorts on before letting the towel drop to the floor. I put my pajamas on before bending down and putting the towel in the hamper. I grab the comb from where I kept it on the counter and begin to comb through my hair. Before too long, I finish up and I am done in the bathroom. I grab a twisty for my hair and pull it up to keep it out of my face.

I pull open the door and pad down the hall back to my room. I stop in front of my closed door knowing full well what was waiting behind that door for me. Harry. I shake as many thoughts from my mind as I could before I grab hold of the handle and push it open.

Walking inside, I am surprised to see Harry still in the same spot he was before, but instead of his eyes glued to the TV, they were glued to his phone that he was holding in his hand. I shut the door quietly as I could so I wouldn’t disturb him. He soon looks up at me, his eyes shining bright in the light.

“Hey there,” he replies with that cheeky smile of his.

I have to bite my lip to keep myself from breaking out into a smile. I swear, what was he doing to me? I meet him not too long ago and I’m already having thoughts like this? I thought this usually didn’t happen when you first meet someone this soon.

“H-hey,” I mutter in reply as I walk over and take a seat in my comfy chair in the corner of my room near the window that looked right out to the beach. I am glad I picked this room, the view was incredible, especially at night.

“So, about the sleeping arrangements… how are we going to do this?” I ask looking at the boy who sat on my bed. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I look back at him while I wait for him to talk.

“I…um, you could have the bed, I mean it’s yours, I don’t mind sleeping on the floor,” he replies sitting up and running one of his hands through his hair. He seemed nervous as he talked. I didn’t blame him at all, he was the guest.

“Are you sure? I mean, you are the guest staying here for the summer, I want you to be comfortable. These floors are hard as a rock; I mean its tile, not as cozy as carpeted floors. Trust me, it isn’t fun,” I tell him in all honesty.

I did want him to be comfortable; I just thought that it would be kind of awkward to sleep in the same bed when I hardly knew him. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s ever felt this way.

“You take the bed, I’ll take the chair, I’m fine right here, really. Plus, this chair is really comfy,” I reply with a smile as I grab a blanket to wrap around myself.

“Alright, suit yourself,” Harry mutters as he reaches over and turns my lamp off on the table beside my bed.

“Night,” he says while I get in a comfortable position in the chair I was in. Thankfully it was big enough for me to stretch out a bit.

“Night,” I mutter as I drift off to sleep in my chair many different thoughts running through my mind as i fell asleep. I was thinking about how this summer was going to go since the boys would be here all summer. It was sure going to be interesting, especially with Harry.

Notes

so, here's the next chapter!! (:
ooooooh, Avery's already having thoughts of Harry? c:
Things are just going to get more intense, i think!
I really hope you guys are enjoying this so far!!
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