Year Two

Skylar's P.O.V
I wake up slowly, my eyes opening, but closing a second later due to the brightness of the sun rays streaming into the living room. Wait, what? I bring my eyebrows down in confusion, and slowly let my eyes scan my surroundings. Oh yeah. I'm at Rachel's house. I stifle a yawn, and slowly push the blankets back to get up, but can't seem to when I find an arm wrapped around my waist. Harry? I slowly try to wiggle out of his grip, but can't seem to.

"Damn, Harry. Let go!" I mutter, poking his sides.

He suddenly smiles, groans, and pulls me closer to him. "What're you doing, Sky?" His husky morning voice makes me laugh softly, before giving up and laying back down.

"I was going to get up and eat, but hey, this is nice too." I whisper, letting out a breath.

"Food?" He abruptly sat up, pulling me along with him and we stumble into the kitchen. When Harry unexpectedly stop, I slammed into him with a groan.

"What the fu-" I stop short, my eyes wide when we see Louis, Rachel, and their mom staring at us in surprise. Rachel lets out a small laugh, trying to cover it up by clearing her throat and taking a quick sip of her tea. I let go of Harrys hand as my face turns crimson.

"Good morning." I squeak, rubbing my arm awkwardly. "I'll just um, go take a shower."

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Once I had gotten dressed, I stepped out of Harrys bathroom and nearly screamed. There stood Harry, butt naked.

"HARRY!" I squeal, quickly slapped my hands over my eyes. I turn around, expecting to walk back into the bathroom, but end up running into the wall. "Ouch."

Harry lets out a laugh, followed by the sound of a zipper. "Are you okay?"

"No," I grumble. "Are you decent?"

"Decent?" Harry asks, I could almost hear the amusement in his voice. "Yeah."

I slowly turn around, lifting a finger and see that Harry is in fact dressed. "I'm scarred for life. You've scarred me, Harry!"

Harry chuckles softly, grinning widely. "Don't be so dramatic, Skylar."

I glare playfully at him, before walking towards the door. I had managed to make it to the door, until arms wrap around my waist and pick me off the ground

I let out a small squeak, along with a few curse words before harry throws me down on his bed. "Harry Edward Style's what the hell do you think you're doing?" I giggle as he throws himself on top of me and smiles down at me.

"I heard you singing in the shower," he smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, and?" I say. "Are you going to use it against me?"

"Maybe,"

"Honey? Have you seen Skylar, we're going out for lunch and-" Harrys mom opens the door, her eyes widening."Wow! Didn't need to see that!"

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