Two weeks later;
The boys have been staying with G for two weeks, now, her parents and Ki are leaving for a college roadtrip, scouting schools. Sara and G have finished their final exams and are preparing for their last summer before college.
"You mean to tell me….your parents leave you alone…in this huge ass house of yours?" Louis looked at me in disbelief.
"Yes Lou. They're taking my sister on a trip, and trust me with the house and you boys. Plus there's Paul. So nothing huge can happen," the boys didn't believe me, and I was getting sick of it. Suddenly Louis smiled and started to laugh. I turned around and there was Harry. Naked. I closed my eyes and shook my head.
"What is the rule in this house Harry," I stood there like a fool with my hands over my eyes, resisting every urge to just take him to my bedroom and have my way with him.
"If I'm not in the bathroom or a private room, I must cover my willy," Harry stated, miming my voice. I smacked him playfully on the shoulder and turned him in the direction of what I thought was his room.
"Are you trying to push me down the stairs G?" Harry laughed and padding toward the privacy of a guest room.
"Yeah G, nothing is gonna happen," Louis winked as he twirled off his stool and towards the second floor of my house. He was probably right, but I honestly didn't care. The girls were coming down from England tomorrow, and I was ecstatic. These were the times in which I loved the fact that we had plenty of room to spare in our house for guests. I was all smiles as I walked towards my room, but then I heard something. A bit of squeaking maybe…Coming from one of the guest rooms. I put it off, thinking Liam was sleeping and just rolling about. I nonchalantly pushed open my door with my butt.
"Sara-"
"No, Harry," I turned around, surprised. He smiled and stood up.
"Have you seen Sara?" I asked, this was confusing, Sara had disappeared.
"No, but I've heard her," Harry chuckled. Oh my God. I'm going to kill myself. The creaking it was…. "C'mon G, let's catch them in the act." Harry giggled like a school child and pulled me towards the guest room. I was regretting this already as I could hear her from outside the door. I should've guessed that she'd be a loud one. As we were walking towards the room, I heard Louis humming as he walked down the hall, heading right for Niall's room.
"Louis, no!" Harry whisper shouted but Lou ignored him.
"Nialllll- OH MY LORD," Louis shouted, screaming like a girl, he turned looking for a place to go. "Harry!" he cried, running into his arms. I was laughing at this point, and I could hear Sara scrambling about in the room. I walked to the door, but before walking in, I made sure it was clear.
"Niall, if you're naked, please cover yourself with a blanket dear," I laughed and when I looked in he had the blanket up to his chin, and his face was bright red. I laughed.
"Clean the sheets," I was keeping my cool, because Sara and Niall were a thing and could do whatever the hell they wanted. I looked at Sara now, and I could read guilt all over her face, "You have nice sex hair dear," I smiled and walked out of the room and back to my own where Louis and Harry were curled up on my bed.
"There are just some things you can't unsee," Louis shuddered, "and I'm not worried about myself, I mean, Kevin! His innocence is gone." Louis sighed and stroked the birds head. I laughed softly to myself.
"Lou dear, I'm sorry, but could you give me a moment with Harry?" I smiled, and he nodded solemnly, and walked by me to get out of the room, of course Kevin had to bark at me before he could leave.
"Harry, I need to tell you something," he nodded, telling me to go on, "Charlie is the reason I broke my hand." I held my breath, waiting quietly for him to say something. His face was a mixture of emotions, then he smiled.
"It's alright, she'll apologize, don't worry," he smiled and asked me to come cuddle, and that was not an offer I was willing to give up.
After waking up from a lovely nap, I realized I should probably make the boys dinner, so I got out of bed, which was lacking Harry. I heard laughter out my window, so I stepped out on my balcony and sure enough all of them were in my pool, splashing about like maniacs. Niall wasn't there though, which was odd.
"G, come on down here!" Harry yelled up to me, his accent making my heart melt, I nodded and walking back into my room, searching my drawer for a swimsuit I actually liked. I was in the midst of changing when my door began to open.
"Woah! Stop right there," I quickly jumped to a portion of my room where I couldn't be seen, and tied on my swimsuit.
"Oh, uh, sorry," his accent gave him away, the only Irishman in the group. I opened the door, smiling at him.
"Niall, why aren't you swimming with the boys?" he looked like something was bothering him, so I invited him back into my room and sat down on my floor. "What's going on Niall?"
"I feel like I should apologize to you, for…earlier. This wasn't a proper time, or place, and it just happened, and I, I really do like her a lot." he looked at me, defeat in his eyes. I couldn't help it, I laughed, and he looked hurt.
"You don't know how many times I've walked in on my sister Niall, I don't care about that, I was only giving you a hard time earlier. Feel free to have your way with Sara whenever, and wherever." I smiled and he gave me a small one in return.
"The boys won't let me live that down, and what if someone would walk in again," he was logical, but I had an idea.
"Get your swim trunks and come with me," I smiled and headed down to the pool.
I walked out the door slowly, I hadn't thought about it, but I don't want them to see me in a swimsuit, I don't like my body. I wrapped my towel around my body and turned to see Niall walking out behind him, he of course already knew my idea, and was glad that I'd thought of it.
"Alright boys, listen up," my stern tone must've caught their attention, they all stopped and looked at me curiously. I smiled to lighten the mood, because things were going to get "There are two new rules in this household. Due to today's events," I smiled at Niall, and winked at Sara, "at any point, if you think you're going to be fucking, you have to put one of your clothing articles on the doorknob. As a heads up of what's going on," I smiled looking at all the boys, who smiled back at me.
"And the other rule?" Liam asked from the water.
"You are in charge of any messes made during this play time. You clean the sheets or you sleep in a wet bed." I laughed, and so did everyone else.
"So, are those the only rules?" Harry asked, a mischievous glint in his smile, which reflected into his eyes.
"Harry, you still have to wear underwear around the house," I laughed and he pouted. I turned to look at Niall and he looked to be his happy self again, making his way over to Sara. They sat on the edge together, holding hands and it was a picture of perfection. They complimented each other well. Suddenly my towel, my protection from mockery, was torn from me. I turned quickly, and Harry winked.
"You can't swim with a towel on," he said, and that hint of mischief came about again.
"Harry, I don't really want to get in right now, I-" that wasn't the right answer apparently, since he scooped me up and jumped quickly into the deeper end of the pool.
I came up gasping for air, "Harry Styles!" I splashed at him furiously, writhing around to get out of his hold, but my struggles were useless.
"I'm never letting you go beautiful," he smiled and kissed my forehead. All my anger was washed away in that very moment. I heard Sara giggle, and I looked up to see her with her camera. I actually didn't care for once, having proof that this happened will come in handy someday.
