Drop Dead Beautiful(UNFINISHED. Not gonna finish it either)

Sandy

"Door's open! IF you can get it open, that is." I shouted from my room, where I was looking for some semi-clean clothes.

  "Of course I can get it open." I heard Harry's husky voice from my doorway, and I spun around to face him, eyes wide, pulling my cami down to cover my boyshorts.

"But you really should lock your door, Alex, it's not safe." He said walking in and falling onto my bed.

 I rolled my eyes, tugging on a pair of loose sweatpants, now not worrying about flashing a certain vampire on my bed.

"Conner at school?" Harry asked, placing his arms behind his head, pulling his white T-shirt up a bit, so the waistband of his black Calvin Kleins was showing, and a bit of his pale stomach.

 I slapped him with a pair of my jeans, hitting his balls, and making him curl over them. "Don't do that! And it didn't even hurt that bad." I said, tossing the jeans on the floor, along with all the other dirty clothes.

He cleared his throat, slinging his long legs over the edge of the bed so he was sitting up, and stuck his tongue out at me.

 "So, you going to get your dough and look at the pictures?" Harry asked.

 I smiled to myself as I kept looking through my clothes. "I only get to look at the pictures today. I don't get my money until after the magazine is published."

I huffed, tossing the items of clothing back to the floor.

"You really need to do laundry." Harry smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "No shit Sherlock." I snapped, making Harry laugh.

"How about I take your stuff to mine and get it all nice and clean for you?" He offered.

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't want you gawking at my bras and underwear."

Harry dropped his head, attempting to look crestfallen, but he couldn't hide his smile.

I pushed his shoulder, rolling my eyes again.

"How about I pinky promise to get the girls to do it?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Only if they want to. Don't force them to."

"I won't." He said, grinning.

I slapped him this time, and stomped into the living room, where Harry had dropped his purple Jack Wills hoodie on the couch.

I grinned, and pulled it on, almost drowning in the soft fabric.

 I heard Harry's chuckle, then felt his hands pull the hood off my face, and pull my  hair out of it. "You in there?"

 I smiled up at him, feeling like a child. "Yeah, but your abnormal tallness is the problem. I mean, this thing is huge!" I shot back.

 He shook his head as he smiled. "I'll drop you off and then come back here and get your things."

 "You don't have to, you know. I can do it when I get home." I said.

Harry fixed me with his green-eyed gaze. "You have to go the laundromat. Those places are disgusting. I have no problem with taking your things home, and washing them where you don't have to worry about who's dirty sock that is stuck to your jeans." He said gently.

 I sighed. "It sucks ass being poor." I mumbled, looking away from Harry.

 Soon I felt his strong arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

"Let me help you." He said into my hair.

 I sighed. "You're already paying for my Mom's medical bills, I can't let you do anything else."