"Dare," I blurted out, my new found liquid courage coursing through my veins and making me think that was a good idea. I stared at Xavier, blocking out the chorus of whistles and other odd noises. I watched as he scratched the back of his neck, his face scrunching up as he thought about what he wanted to dare me. He finally leaned over to the person next to him, and I felt my stomach clench painfully when a wicked grin grew on his face when the other person whispered something in his ear.

The vomit slowly started to bile up in my throat, and my stomach clenched painfully as thoughts about what they would dare me to do began to jumble my mind. "I dare you to take a belly button shot out of a male's belly button and..." He paused, and I could feel as the knot in my stomach grew larger by the seconds that slowly ticked by. "You have to strip down naked." He finished, and that had all the contents of my stomach damn near coming up.

A hand on my shoulder suddenly calmed everything down and the knot in my stomach instantly vanished, along with the urge to vomit. I looked at the person the hand belonged to, even though I really did need to because I knew who it was, and watched as Harry's beautiful face contorted into one of anger. "It's one or the other. It's called picking one dare for a reason, prick," Harry growled, his hand tightening on my shoulder.

I looked back and forth between the two, honestly being amazed at how angry Harry looked, and how calm Xavier looked. I felt like I was in between a pissing match between two dogs, and if I honestly had to pick who I thought would win, it would have to be the man sitting next to me that's hand was crushing my shoulder.

I felt like I needed to laugh, and I almost did until Xavier leaned forward, his face as cocky as ever, and locked eyes with me. "Fine, I dare you to strip down naked." He said, deciding that seeing me naked was better than seeing me suck alcohol out of a guy's belly button, which sounded all too tempting.

Oh, Harry won't be happy about me showing everybody what he hasn't seen.

"Wait, that was tha second one. I wanna do tha first one," I slurred out, my body leaning into Harry's in hopes he would protect me and my sacred juju's from all these hungry eyes. "I wanna do tha first one," I whispered up to Harry, an inaudible sigh of relief escaping past my lips when Harry let go of my shoulder and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him so I was almost sitting on his lap.

"You heard him, he wants the first one," Harry said through gritted teeth, and even in my drunken state, I could tell he wasn't kidding around. And based on the look on Xavier's face, which I caught a peep of when I turned my head a little so it wasn't buried in Harry's armpit, he knew Harry wasn't kidding either.

"F-Fine. He can do the first one," He finally whispered, his adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed thickly. There was a loud chorus of deep breathes being let out, and I was glad that, for once, I wasn't the only one who's first instinct was to hold their breath and watch as the scene unfolded in front of them.

Harry huffed deeply through his nose and stood up, leaving me on the floor alone. I pulled my knees up to my chest and smiled at the people around me, my eyes hovering on a girl three spots away from me. "I like your hair," I mumbled, admiring the rainbow streaks that ran throughout her hair. I knew that I should be worried that Harry left me alone, and that I was going to be taking a shot out of someones belly button, but somehow, I didn't feel worried. I knew Harry would take care of me, and that was something no one could deny.

The girl smiled at me, revealing her piercing that was on the inside of her upper lip. I wanted to tell her that it was weird looking and made her lip pop out, but luckily for me, the filter that was connected to my mouth and brain was intact, for once. I forced a smile and bit my lip, nodding slowly-- a little unsurely, before I turned to look back at the middle of the circle.

"You and Harry dating?" Someone asked, my head snapping in the direction of their voice which resulted in a huge fucking painful neck spasm. I tried to keep my face neutral as pain shot throughout my neck and made it twitch, and I was hoping it worked. I stared at the person that asked my the question, my vision suddenly being rimmed with white when the alcohol fully kicked in.

"Wha? No. We're friend's," I said slowly, my tongue feeling heavy with each word I said. I furrowed my eyebrows and bit down on it, fear striking through my body when I didn't feel one ounce of pain.

"Really? He seem's a little too protective over you for you two to..."

I held up my hand, cutting him off, and rolled my eyes. "That is none of your business. You have a guy friend you're protective over, yeah? So mind your damn business or i'll start calling you and Landon a couple," I said, my eyebrow arching when his mouth opened for a second before he closed it and scooted a little further back into the shadows.

I grinned widely and nodded my head once, then hooked my chin on my knees. I stared at the flower design on a random girl's shoes, my mind zoning in on that specific spot. I didn't know how long I had been staring at her shoes before someone was sitting next to me, their knee hitting against the side of my leg.

I lulled my head to the side lazily and smiled at Harry, who was holding up a bottle of clear alcohol. I tried to read the letter's, but they all jumbled together on the bottle and I gave up after I managed to read the letter p. " 's it yummy?" I asked him lazily, my cheek smashed against the top of my knees that were still cradled tightly against my chest.

"The best," he reassured me, his secret smile tugging at his lips before he looked down at the bottle in his hands and unscrewed the black lid.

"Alright, who's the lucky bitch i'm drinking out of tonight?" I asked, clapping my hands together after I set back and laid my legs straight in front of me. "Your belly button's better be clean," I added as an after thought, the idea of drinking belly button lint upsetting my stomach.

"I guess i'm the lucky bitch," Harry said from beside me, amusement evident in his voice. I smiled softly and looked over at him, my eye's widening when he took his shirt off and revealed the toned chest I have dreamed about far too many times.

I quickly covered my eyes with my hand and turned away, gasping in shock that Harry would actually take his shirt off in public. "Put that back on, Harold. There are people here!" I hissed through clenched teeth, my free hand searching blindly on the floor for his shirt, which I had no luck finding.

I heard him laugh and I turned my head in the direction, my finger's parting slightly so I could peek at Harry through the small space. "Ohh..." I mumbled quietly, realization just now dawning on me. I blushed furiously and clumsily climbed up onto my knees, my balance amazingly being somewhat intact.

Once I was on my knees, Harry laid flat on his back on the dirty floor and crossed one of his arms behind his head so he could prop it up. I gulped loudly and looked down at his chest, my throat tightening when I slowly traced my eyes down his large pecks, to his defined abs that were screaming for me to lick them.

I internally growled and pushed all those thoughts down, this not at all being the time to get a raging hard on. I took a deep breath in and held it for a few seconds, then slowly exhaled it. My nerves began to calm down, that technique being something I learned to do on the internet if you had anxiety, and I was able to focus on Harry's deep navel.

He lifted the clear bottle up and I watched in fascination, and horror, as he tipped the bottle a little so the clear liquid began to pool in his belly button. "Don't worry, it's clean," he said jokingly when he finished pouring the alcohol in. I nodded my head and kept my eyes focused on his belly button that was overflowing with alcohol, and it looked like a lot, but it honestly wasn't as much as I thought.

I clenched my hand into a small fist, rested it on Harry's thigh, and bowed my head down far enough that my lips were just inches away from his belly button. I let my eyes close, my mind tricking me into thinking this was like one of my dreams where I kissed my way up Harry's torso before we made love. When I felt my pants grow a little tighter, I quickly opened my mouth and placed my lips on either side of his belly button, then I slipped my tongue into his navel and sucked the alcohol into my mouth.

The alcohol slid down my throat, the burning no longer fazing me, and I pulled back as quickly as I could. I licked my bottom lip, humming in approval when I tasted nothing but coconut's, and fell back on my bum, my legs crossing so I could attempt to hid my semi hard on. I bit my tongue and looked over at Harry, a groan lodging itself in my throat when I seen he was still lying on his back, his burning green eyes pinned on me.

"Don't," I whispered, being all too familiar with that look. I seen his green eyes grow darker and I seen the clench of his jaw, signaling that he was not at all happy with me and we would discuss this later, if he didn't drag me out of the room at any moment.

I nodded my head in agreement and looked back at Xavier, who was eyeing me. My eyes widened and I quickly looked around the circle. "Black haired girl!" I shouted, pointing at a girl on the other end of the circle, her body almost hidden behind two tall guys. Her head popped up when she realized I was talking to her, and she looked around for a second before she looked at me and smiled softly. "Truth or dare?" I asked, having no idea what to do for either but apparently it was mandatory to ask someone else.

She tapped her chin as she thought for a few seconds, her black fingernail standing out against her olive skin tone. "Truth," she finally said, smiling sheepishly when a few people booed. I tried to stay looking at her, hoping it would help with my decision, but out of the corner of my eye, I seen Harry reach over and pick up his shirt before he pulled in back on.

I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded, thinking hard about what I could ask her, but I drew up blank. "How many dick's have she sucked," a rough voice asked, their breath ghosting down my neck and making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I didn't question why he wanted to know that, because I knew Harry was a perverted shit, so I really wasn't shocked.

I repeated Harry's question and subconsciously leaned closer to him, a tightness in my jeans just reminding me of my hard on I got only a few minutes ago. I shrugged my shoulders, having forgot about it, and rested my head on Harry's bicep.

"5," the girl answered, but everyone in here knew she was lying. She didn't look like the type of girl that has only sucked 5 dicks, and even as the thought crosses my mind and I realize how rude it was, I can't help but wonder how many dicks she really has sucked.

I ignored my curiosity and nodded, my eyes fluttering closed. My body began to relax completely and I felt my mind shutting off as the alcohol finished numbing it. I was slowly dozing off, but an abrupt shake of my shoulder had me shooting up straight, my body almost colliding with the person's next to me.

I looked around briefly, my eyes wide, then I looked up at Harry. He was staring down at me, and the look in his eyes let me know that it was him that not only woke me up, but he also had a question to ask me. I sighed, genuinely not knowing when I became such an amazing Harry reader, and stood up. I dusted the invisible dirt off my pants and went to offer a hand to Harry, but he was already standing next to me.

I pouted softly, not wanting to walk on my own, and reached one of my hands out. I was hoping Harry would take it and lead me out of the room, and as if everything was going my way tonight, he laced our fingers together, pulled me to his side, and began to haul me out of the room. I let my feet drag behind me, giggling quietly when I thought about how ridiculous the two of us must look right now. Well, more so me then Harry.

We walked through the massive house, having to push our way past all the sweaty bodies, and out the front door. I was about to ask Harry where we were going, but I didn't need to when I looked around me and seen all the cars, then his black impala. I knew he was taking me home, and I tried not to feel disappointed but I really didn't want to night to end already.

I kept my mouth quiet, knowing if I spoke I would make Harry mad and I would hiccup. When we reached the car, he opened my door and shoved me into the car, then walked around to his side and climbed in. Before I even had time to reach behind me and grab my seatbelt, Harry was already pulling out of his parking spot and turning around so we could begin our journey back home.

"Why in such a hurry?" I asked him, buckling up my seatbelt with shaky fingers. I glanced out the window, but quickly regretted it when I seen the trees leaning into the car. A small part of me knew that it was from the alcohol and the weed, but a larger part of me couldn't help but believe that this was all real, that the trees really were chasing after the car and whispering dark things to me that only I could hear, but couldn't decipher.

"Don't worry about it," Harry simply said, and that was that. I closed my eyes and leaned back against my seat, my head resting against the headrest. I tried to block out the world and focus mainly on my slow, steady heartbeat. I swear that if I listened closely, I could hear the blood pumping through my veins. It was cool to listen to, but freaky to think about at the same time.

"Come on," Harry said, his voice barely making it past the calm haze that surrounded my head. I let my eyes flutter open and looked at the place surrounding us. I didn't recognize this street at all, and I soon realized why when I looked up at the gigantic house that was probably ten times bigger than my entire block.

I gulped loudly and shook my head, my body cowering back into my seat. "No, if that's what I think it is I won't go in. It's too big." I whispered, utterly terrified of the idea of going into Harry's house. It wasn't so much the fact that it was his house, but the fact that he had a big, way bigger house than mine, which meant he had more money than me. I feared that the fact that I didn't come from money would be a problem, but then I remembered that Harry has already seen, and been inside my house, and he hasn't left yet.

Harry opened my door and went to say something, but I shushed him and undid my seatbelt. I climbed out of the car and smiled up at him, trying my best to swallow down all the doubt that has started to grow. With what little courage was still running through my veins, I grabbed a hold of Harry's hand and followed him up the long ass driveway. We walked past four large garage doors, then up a few steps and onto a porch that circled around the house. I squinted my eyes to see what was on the porch, but even with the bright lights that were illuminating the dark night, I couldn't make out anything that was three feet away from me.

Harry stopped in front of a huge glass door and held a finger up to his lips, then he slowly twisted the silver door knob and pushed the door open. I was anticipating the moment the door squeaked, but it didn't, reminding me that they had money to buy new door hinges so their doors didn't squeak every time someone used it.

He grabbed ahold of my hand again, that I didn't even notice he had let go of, and tugged me into the house. I looked around the entrance hall, only being able to make out the two large staircases on either side of the rooms. Harry closed the door behind us and just as my eyes had focused on what looked like a piano in the room over, he was tugging me towards the left staircase.

I looked around, imagining I looked like a cute little puppy, and tried to keep up with his quick steps. I took one stair at a time while he took two, which resulted in him reaching the top of the stairs by the time I was halfway up. I paused for a second when a picture on the wall caught my attention, my lips stretching into a grin when I seen a little boy in a yellow and black striped shirt with short, curly hair and deep dimples.

"You!...." I began, but a light being flicked on underneath the stairs had my heart stopping completely in my chest. I quickly, or as quickly as I could, ran up the stairs and went to hide behind Harry, only to be pushed aside so I was standing with my back against the wall, making it so I was completely hidden from anyone that would look up from down at the bottom of the stairs.

"Harry?" A soft, female voice called out. Her voice echoed in the quiet house, and it seemed to still be echoing when the light at the bottom of the stairs was being flicked on. I pressed myself flatter against the wall and took a step aside, trying to hide myself even more than before. Harry shot a warning glance at me, then smiled widely when he looked down the stairs.

"Hi, mum," he said quietly, though loud enough for her to hear. I stared at him, the side of his face that was facing me being illuminated by the bright, yet soft glow of the yellow light.

"What are you doing home so late," She asked, and now that she was closer, I could hear how her voice was thick and slow, meaning we had woke her up. I bit my lip and tried to ignore the bubble of quilt that began to build in my stomach, so I could focus on Harry and his mum.

Harry scratched the back of his neck and leaned against the wall I was pressed against, his shoulder on the corner of it and being only a few inches away from mine. "I was out at that party I told you about," he said, but the twitch of his right eye let me know that he wasn't being one hundred percent truthful.

Little bitch.

Wait, why am I mad? I was at the party with him. I knew exactly where he was at and what he was doing. But, wait. Why had it taken him so long to get the alcohol so I could do the shot out of his belly button? Had he been in the kitchen flirting with another girl, or guy? Had he been giving his number away to another person?

My blood began to boil and I clenched my jaw tightly to keep myself from saying anything while he was still talking to his mom. "Alright, love you too," he mumbled, then waved. The moment the light at the bottom of the stairs was being shut off, I spun around on my heels and began to stomp quietly down the hallway. I looked at each door I passed, figuring I could figure out which one Harry's was but when I reached the end of the hallway, I noticed that all the doors were the same.

I turned around and seen that Harry was still standing at the top of the stairs, his long arm pointing in the direction of the other hallway. I blushed lightly and took off that way, continuing my little stomping fit all the while. I walked past Harry, my gaze staying pinned on the black hallway because I was far too tempted to push him down the stairs for something I didn't even know he did.

I walked past a few doors and smirked when I seen a red door that almost looked like blood. I didn't bother asking Harry who's room it was, because I already knew. I pushed the door open and stormed into the room, but stopped dead in my tracks. So far, Harry's room has been the only one with the light on, which allowed me to see everything in his room perfectly.

There were posters all over the walls and a few pictures of a teenage Harry posing with his mom, all of them with his dimples popping out. The anger temporarily left my body and I spun around in circles as I took in everything in his room, from the black bed, to the nightstand table, to the dresser, to the white door, then to the glass balcony doors that showed a beautiful sight, even from here.

My mouth was ajar by the time I turned to face Harry. I knew that he had come from money and that his house was big, but I had never imagined that a room could be this big and look this nice. I stared at Harry for a second, seeing he was watching me like a hawk, then I turned around and walked over to his bed. I ran my hand along his black bedspread that was soft beneath my fingers.

"Your room..." I whispered, thoroughly amazed at how simple, yet beautiful it was with the light decorations. I explored the room for a few more seconds, then walked over to the glass doors. I glanced over my shoulder at Harry, a voice in the back of my head telling me to ask him why he had brought me here, but the moment I opened the door and the cool breeze blew in, all my worries melted away.

I let the doors swing open and I stepped out onto the balcony. It was dark out here, but thanks to the bright moon, I was able to see the black steel that was perfectly weaved together, creating an entrapping pattern. The curtains blew past me when a sudden gust of air blew through the doors, and that was all it took before I stepped passed the door frame and onto the balcony.

The wind whipped around my body, making me wrap my arms tightly around my waist. It was windier than it had been a few minutes ago, strangely enough, but it felt good. I gazed out at his huge backyard, gasping when I seen that not only was it huge, but it was also surrounded by a thick forest.

In the dark the green seemed to seem even prettier, creating a beautiful contrast of bright and dark colors. Just above the top of the trees set the enormous moon that was glowing beautiful, lightening up everything I could see. "It's beautiful," I whispered to whoever was listening, my words being carried away by the wind as soon as they left my chapped lips.

I took a cautious step forward and wrapped my fingers around the cool metal, my fingertips running along the designs. "It is," Harry whispered, his own eyes focused on something he thought was beautiful as I stared out at the sight I thought was beautiful. I turned to look up at Harry, discovering he was already staring at me.

"How can you get used to something like this?" A fog surrounded my face as I spoke, but quickly vanished when another gust of air blew.

"I'll let you know when I do,"

"But, haven't you been rich your entire life?" I knew that what I was asking was personal, and that it was none of my business, but I couldn't help but asking. If he has yet to get used to something like this, and he has had many years to, then how could I ever get used to it after spending my life in poverty.

"No. When I was younger, my mum and dad split up because there was too many bills to pay from my mom's med school, and my dad couldn't take the stress," He went from relaxed to unreadable, but when I looked into his eyes, I could see him screaming on the inside from the memories that still haunted him. I didn't say anything, because I knew him saying that little bit was hard enough without having someone comment on it.

We set in silence for a minute, Harry staring out at nothing in particular while I stared at him. "My mum met Robin a few years later and they got married not too long after that," Harry said, his voice sounding pained with each word he spoke.

I felt a heavy weight settling on my chest when his memories awakened my own, reminding me of my mother and sister that were at home, both of them either drunk or high out of their mind. "My dad left when I was just a few minutes away from my eighth birthday," I said softly, images of my past resurfacing and forcing me to close my eyes.

Like a movie playing behind my eyelids, I seen my dad storming through the hallway, a suitcase in hand and his face bright red. I was sitting on the floor next to the table, a cake sitting right in front of me with eight blue candles in it. Lottie had been in the kitchen then, finding a lighter so my dad could light my candles like he did every year.

My dad looked at me when he reached the end of the hallway, his stormy eyes going soft for a split second before he grabbed his black suit jacket off of the hook. "Where are you going, Daddy?" I asked him, my cloth covered feet slipping on the ground when I scrambled to my feet.

I looked at his appearance, taking in his disheveled hair and loose tie that hung around his neck. I didn't know why daddy was going out looking like that, and I didn't know why his face was so red, but I didn't have time to ask him before my mommy came running into the room. Her brown hair bounced with each step she took forward, her eyes rimmed with smeared mascara that ran down her cheeks.

"Please, don't leave us," I remember her pleading, tears slipping past her eyes as she desperetly grasped at my dad's suit.

I remember watching him lift up his hand before he brought it down on her cheek, making her stumble backwards and collide with the wall. "Mommy!" I had shouted, running across the floor to help her to her feet but she pushed me away and went back to tugging at my daddy's white shirt.

"Louis," a voice shouted at me, dragging me out of my vivid memories that felt like they were drowning me. My chest was heaving and my eyes were blurry, but even in my distressed state, I could make out the shape in front of me and the arm on my shoulder that wouldn't stop shaking me.

"I-I'm sorry," I breathed out, quickly turning so I was once again facing the backyard. I furiously wiped at my eyes, cursing under my breath for letting myself get pulled in so deep to my past.

I swallowed thickly, trying to get rid of the ball of emotions that has planted itself in my throat, and focused on a low hanging branch on a tree that was randomly placed in Harry's backyard. On the branch was two worn out ropes, and hanging to them was a black tire that had to be at least a few years old.

"We can..." He began, but I shook my head and lifted a hand up to signal for him to stop.

"Please, don't. I don't want to talk about it, and I never will. It's silly of me to get so worked up about my past in the first place. I promise it won't happen again." I took in a deep breath and leaned forward, propping my arms up on the railing.

I had this painful knot in the pit of my stomach and I couldn't get rid of it, no matter how much I tried. I tried thinking about anything and everything, ranging from the beautiful scenery from that park Harry had taken me to, to the birthday party he had thrown me. But all that does it make it worse, because it seems that the only good memories I have are with Harry, and if that isn't a problem, then I don't know what is.

The pains grew more as I just stood there, trying to fight off the unwanted images of my mother sitting in front of the door for a week straight before she realized he wasn't coming back, and that he really was gone forever. I tried to not think about them, but the harder I tried, to more vivid they became and finally, the images became too much and I was vomiting out what very little contents I had in my stomach.

It burned as it came up, even more so because of the alcohol, and black dots appeared in my vision as another wave of nausea washed over me. Vomit trickled down my chin and ran down the side of the railing before it splattered on the cement below us, but I was too busy with the fact that my throat felt like it was on fire, as I continued to throw up, to care about that.

Ungodly sounds left my mouth as I limply rested against the railing, all of my weight being supported by it. I dry heaved for what seemed like forever, until my shaking body started to relax and I was left with god awful breath.

"Sorry," I whispered under my breath, using the back of my hand to wipe the chunks off of my chin and mouth. I had been so preoccupied with what was going on with me, that I hadn't realized the large hand on my back that was rubbing soothing circles into it until I went to turn around to face him.

Harry didn't move his hand off my back, and I was thankful because it was helping with my aching muscles, but he did help me turn around slowly. "Don't mention it," he said, his eyes screaming sincerity. I swallowed, grimacing at the taste, and nodded my head slowly. "Why don't we take you inside and you can get cleaned up while I run downstairs?" He made it sound like a question, but I knew better than that. He was more or less commanding me to get cleaned up, and I don't blame him because I reeked like vomit.

With slow movements, Harry clasped my hand with his and lead me through to open doors, across his room and into the mysterious white door that I soon found out was a bathroom. He flicked on the light in the bathroom and my eyes instantly squinted from the bright lights, and by the time they adjusted, he was helping me sit down on the toilet that was right next to the door.

With jelly like arms, I tried to pull my puke splattered t-shirt up and over my head, but I had no strength whatsoever. I looked up at Harry and was about to ask him for help, but he was already leaning down and tugging the t-shirt over my head. I smiled smally up at him and toed off my shoes. The once simple task took a lot longer than usual, but only a few minutes later, I had both shoes and socks off and my pants were undone.

I blushed darkly, knowing I can't get my pants down on my own but I didn't want to ask Harry for help when I knew that meant that he would see my... area. I cleared my throat, instantly regretting it when it felt like I just coughed up lava, and used the wall to help me stand up on my weak legs.

Damn, puking takes a lot out of you.

I kept one arm on the wall and used the other to gesture towards the door, silently telling Harry to leave but he didn't. Instead, h dropped down to his knees and looped his fingers into the belt loops in my pants and tugged them down, his thumbs holding my underwear in place all the while. Without glancing up at me, he moved my arm to his shoulder for support, then lifted my one foot off the floor to remove my foot from the pant leg, then repeated the process with the other leg.

I glanced down at him through half open eyes, a smile tugging at my lips when I realized the first time I seen Harry Styles on his knees wasn't at all what I had expected. "Thanks," I whispered, my hand moving up to his cheek so I could cup it. I was tempted to lean down at peck his lips, but then I remembered what I looked, and smelt like, so I decided against it.

We stayed staring at each other for a few seconds, my watery blue eyes searching his warm, green ones that scream nothing but sympathy. Any other day I would have hated seeing that directed at me, but tonight, it made me feel good to see someone actually caring about me and actually worrying about my well being.

If I were at home and this were to happen, I would get told to shut up and clean the vomit up before I went to bed. That, or I would still have to cook a horrendous meal for the two made out of nothing but scraps that were carelessly thrown in the fridge. The thought alone had my stomach churning, so I quickly pushed it down and shook my head.

"Alright, I think I can take it from here," I said, taking a step back so my penis wasn't all in his face anymore. Harry smirked darkly, a dirty thought no doubt running through his mind, but quickly lifted his hands up in surrender when he seen the look I gave him, which was a warning look. He chuckled under his breath and stood up, then walked out of the bathroom and closed the door with one more glance in my direction.

I felt my heart flutter in my chest when I looked down and seen my clothes were neatly folded in a pile on the floor, my shoes being on top of the pile. I smiled softly, my stomach fluttering in a good way, and walked over to the bathtub that was enormous.

I twirled around the bathroom and took in the two sinks, shower that was conveniently placed in the middle of the room, and the wooden door that was on the wall opposite of the sinks, just a few feet away from where I was standing. Sighing under my breath, I debated on whether or not I wanted to take a shower or bath, but when I seen the shower was the one with the drain built into the floor, I couldn't help myself, even though I knew my wobbly knees would be a problem.

I looked around the room once more, to make sure no one was in here, then pulled down my boxers. I blushed when the voice in the back of my head reminded me where I was, and what I was about to do. I bit my lip and threw my boxers over in the direction of my clothes, my barefeet sticking against the tiled floor as I walked across it and towards the shower.

When I reached it, I stepped into it, then pulled the shower curtain back so I was completely surrounded by nothing but red. I leaned over and turned the shower on, making it so the water was cold but not extremely cold. I sighed as the water washed over my body and chilled my skin, washing away any trace of what had happened tonight.

I turned around and tipped my head back, letting the water drench my hair and ruin the quiff. I hummed quietly and looked at the three bottles that were on the shelf. There was a shampoo, a conditioner, and a bottle of soap. All of which looked extremely expensive. I debated on whether or not to use them, but with one hand through my greasy hair, I knew I needed to.

Biting my lip, I picked up the shampoo bottle and clicked the lid open, then squirted a small amount into my hand. I set the bottle down on the shelf, then lathered the shampoo into my hair, the room soon filling with a delicious scent that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it was heavenly.

I rinsed my hair out, then did the same thing with the conditioner. When that was out of the way, I quickly washed my body with my hand, refusing to use his blue scrunchy without his permission, and washed the suds off before I stepped out. Unlike when I usually take normal showers, I stepped out into air that was warmer than the shower I just took, and I felt myself shiver at the sudden temperature change.

"Where's a towel," I mumbled under my breath, soon spotting a white, fluffy towel on the shelf next to the sink. I carefully walked over to it, making sure I wouldn't slip, and grabbed the towel off the shelf. I wrapped it around my waist and eyed my pile of clothes in disgust. A shower had been a good idea, up until the moment I realized I had no clothes.

Grasping the edge of my towel, I walked over to the door I thought was the door that lead back into Harry's room, but I was instead walking into a gigantic closet. My mouth fell open when I seen how big his closet was. There was rows upon rows of clothes, and in the far back of the closet, there was shelves of shoes.

"Holy fuck," I gasped, walking further into the closet so I could see everything better. His closet was organized by not only colors, but style too. In the front was the clothes he wore to school, then in the middle was his dress clothes, and in the back was his pajamas and clothes that he would wear to lounge around the house in.

I gripped my towel tighter and walked towards the shelf of his clothes that weren't so nice. I glanced behind my shoulder, knowing I would be in trouble if I got caught, before I grabbed a large blue shirt and a pair of grey joggers that looked like they would drown me. I shrugged and slung them over my shoulder, then walked out of the closet and over to the other door.

I slowly opened it, then peaked my head in to make sure Harry wasn't in there. When I seen his room was empty, and the balcony doors were closed with the curtains shut, I walked in and set the clothes on his bed, then quickly scurried over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of black boxers. I wasted no time with pulling them on, honestly being shocked that they fit me perfectly.

I took the towel off and towel dried my body, then my hair before I threw the towel on the edge of his bed, next to his clothes. I tugged on his joggers, having to tie them extremely tight for them to even stay up on my hips, then pulled on his shirt that was ten times to big.

Water droplets rolled down my face and landed on his shirt, creating dark patches that littered the material. I shook my head, droplets flying everywhere, and tugged up the joggers a little before I grabbed the towel and walked back into his bathroom. I placed the towel in his hamper, then looked at myself in the mirror.

There was still a faint line of black smudging my eyes, but no matter how much I tried to rub it off it wasn't coming off. Sighing in defeat, I grabbed his hair brush off the counter next to one of his sinks and ran it through my dripping wet hair. I had just finished brushing my hair and was about to leave the bathroom when a white toothbrush caught my eye.

I knew I shouldn't do it, that it was disgusting on so many levels, but with vomit still coating my tongue, I decided I needed to. With an uneasy feeling in my stomach, I grabbed the toothbrush and searched through the cupboards for a the toothpaste, finally finding in the left cupboard. With shaking hands, I squirted a little toothpaste onto the toothbrush and then I began to brush my teeth.

Mint exploded in my mouth and thankfully masked the taste of vomit. I closed my eyes and quickly brushed my teeth, not daring to glance at myself in the mirror because I knew the guilt would be too much too handle.

I rinsed my mouth once I was finished, put everything back where I found it, then walked out of the room. Harry still wasn't in here, so I set down on the right side of his bed and leaned against the headboard, my eyelids becoming droopy the longer I waited for him to return.

I had thought that my thoughts would go wild the minutes I stopped trying to keep my mind busy, but when I finally relaxed enough to do that, my mind was shutting down. Sleep began to take over and I was falling deeper and deeper into a state of unconsciousness. As much as I wanted to wait for Harry to return, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and I was soon pulled down into the wonderful blissfulness of quiet dreams.

I didn't know when Harry returned, or if he even did, but for the first night in a long time, my dreams were completely silenced and I didn't have one pair of green eyes pop up, or one bad nightmare of my dad leaving. Everything was gone for the night, and deep down, I wished that this is how the rest of my life would be.

Except for the exception of a kind hearted, curly haired boy that will inevitably steal my heart, if he hasn't already.