Indifference

❣️NiNeteeN

The offer was endearing, and Harry for a moment forgot his whole defensive Versace and let himself be fond of the girl once more. Freya's advice was right, if he had an initial interest in a girl so long after Kate had ruined his opinion, it had to mean something.
It also worked very well in his favour that she didn't have any previous relationships with his friend group. Only 2 of them knew she existed. One of them being taken and one of them being KSI. It kind of explained itself.

He grabbed one of the white towel robes off the back of the door, a clear welcoming item for each of the rooms and made his way down the hallway. Of course he remembered the way to Addelyn's room, he had last night came back to the villa in a drunken state and nearly entered it so many times before deciding against it. He wanted to see her, speak to her whilst he was so carefree but Ethan had managed to talk him out of it. Apparently Ethan had formed a close bond with her and as much as Harry knew Ethan had his back, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of their friendship.

When he'd finally reached the door, he knocked twice rather loudly, stepping back as no answer was given. Not even a groan of being woken up just complete silence. After a moment of contemplation he pushed the door open, entering the room, jumping back slightly when he noticed a sleeping figure, sprawled on the bed. The figure obviously being Addelyn's was wrapped in the same Nike hoodie Harry himself had. Both of them had the jumper, but when he looked for a moment more he recognised his initials on the top right shoulder. The jumper she was wearing was his.

He didn't know if it was accidental but it most likely was he thought to himself. Both of them had the same hoodie and judging by the lack of organisation on the shelf's in front of him she had just merely picked up the wrong one by mistake.

He chuckled to himself before moving over to the hangers, grabbing himself a casual Sdmn merch T shirt and scanned the bottom shelf for a pair of shorts.

The weather was so undeniably hot and he didn't really fancy sweltering all day in the midst of several hungover males. It didn't seem like it would be much fun in honesty.

The shock that went through his head when he pulled it from underneath the shelf as it smacked against the wood, making a loud thump as he cursed out loudly.

"Ow. What the fuck. Bro what the fuck" he glared at the shelf.

It was humorous he was arguing with it in honesty and with the loud commotion bringing her to her senses, Addelyn turned onto her front, gasping audibly at the sight of Harry in a bathrobe, cursing at an inanimate object.

When the shock had worn off she couldn't help but laugh.

"Please don't laugh" he whined sitting down on the bed rubbing the back of his head quickly "it hurts"

"Come here" she quietened her laughs at this point as he pushed himself back onto the bed sitting almost beside her, a little bit in front.

He didn't even question why she had asked him to but before he had chance anyways her hand brushed the back of his head softly.

"There's a little lump Harold, nothing major"

"Felt like it took my fuckin brains out" he sighed back melting into her touch.

Her fingers were rubbing the back of his head in comfort whilst pulling pieces of his hair between her fingers, tugging it a little before letting it slide out of her hands once again. It was almost like a massage he purred in content.

Addelyn herself didn't feel as nervous this morning. Last night had considerably changed her opinion of Harry. She was still wearing his hoodie, the same one that last night helped her overcome such a vulnerable state of mind she was put in and she refused to pretend Harry wasn't something special.

It was becoming apparent to the both of them that they instantly had a connection. Friendship or not, the chemistry was clearly present.

"Got told you run off last night" he pulled his head in an upwards position to look at her facial expressions.

She was so naturally beautiful it was unreal. She still had such an amazing appearance even without makeup.

"Yeah, the girls were asking too many fucking questions" she shrugged.

"Did you like the surprise?"

"It was so cute" she smiled outwardly at this "girls said you guys only do it for people you're fond of"

"They could be right. Or wrong. No comment" he smirked.

"So go on Mr Harold, how old did I turn on my imaginary birthday" she clutched her heart in pretence.

"50"

"Oh fuck off" she beamed pulling him closer to her by his ear.

He laughed at her reaction, moving his head into her side easily, pressing an arm over her torso as he closed his eyes once more.

"I'm so sleepy" he mumbled.

"Me too"

"Then sleep"

And that's how they slept.....entangled in each other's embrace, comforted and content.