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"What are you doing up?" I ask Cal as he walks into the kitchen and grabs himself a glass from in the cabinet.

"Couldn't sleep." He yawns dryly, rubbing his eyes with his spare hand as he fills his glass up with water.

I have been living with Harry and Cal for around a week now and I'm already fully settled in. Don't get me wrong, I'm still getting used to their daily routines (which mainly consists of them sleeping in until 12) but other than that, its fine.
My room is finally fully furnished and painted so it looks gorgeous as ever. The fresh white walls attract the bright sunlight seeping through the curtains through the day, and the often splatter of raindrops echos through the room, bouncing of my large wall mirror and the reflection hitting where my wardrobe sits, creating an abstract piece of art display infront of me. My ginormous bookshelves act as centrepieces on my feature wall, accented by my collection of f1 driver cards and all my beloved vinyls, Lana and Taylor being the main focus of course. 

At the moment, the only downside is my bathroom situation. When i moved in everything was fine but a few days ago my shower got badly clogged which caused a bathroom flooding. We obviously called a few plumbers but they all said to just let it clear out naturally, but the only problem is that I couldn't use the shower until then.
As Harry's bedroom is just down the hall from mine, I've been having to use his until mine is fixed. We have been timing our usage when the other is no where near but sometimes it gets difficult. Just yesterday i was late for a class because Harry spent over an hour singing along to drake when he said he'd be just five minutes. Its a pain in the ass.

Anyway, I've been really enjoying my time. Living with Cal has brought us even closer together and its only been a week. We have been in eachothers constant company (other than when he has his shoots) and its been really fun. I've yet to go to one but hopefully soon. They seem really enjoyable.

"When is your next shoot?" I ask Cal, taking a seat on one of the bar stools and looking up at him.

"Urm." He grumbles, wiping his eyes and leaning on the counter opposite me. "One with the sidemen tomorrow actually."

"Can i come? Ive never watched you film before." I ask, grabbing his water and taking a little sip of it.

"Sure. We are filming an among us video so you might be walking around a bit while watching us." He says, taking the water back from me and downing it in one gulp.

"Thats fine, it will be fun." I say, getting out of my stool and around the counter to where Cal is, hugging him from behind and wishing him goodnight. "Night Calfreezysqueezy." I whisper.

"Wow everyday you come up with a new nickname." He chuckles, leaning up and turning his tall frame around to wrap his arms gently around my waist and reciprocate the hug i am giving him. "I really need to think of one."

"Yes, you do CalFreezyteasyeasypeasylemonsqueezy." I tease.

"Thats too far." He groans, slapping the back of my head gently in a playful manner.
I just laugh in response, wriggling out of his embrace and placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Night Mia." He whispers, letting go of me and heading towards his room.

"Night." I mutter back, starting to head in the opposite direction towards my room.

As i am walking past where Harry is supposedly sleeping, i see a flashing light seep through the cracks of his door and the sound of cars echo quietly around the hallway.  What on earth is that?

I decide to knock on his door as i am intrigued to find out what he is doing that is making that noise at 2am. When there is no response, i slowly open his door, being careful not to make any noise and peep in through the little crack i created. Looking into his room, i find Harry on his desk playing GTA. Its 2am? And doesn't he hate GTA? I found that out from the amount of times i hear him rage when he plays with the boys. Its really quite funny.

Im too busy focusing on trying to count how many times I've heard him get annoyed while playing GTA that i don't see him turn around and arch his eyebrow at me, indicating that I shouldn't be in here.

"What are you doing in my room at 2am?" He questions, placing his controller on his desk and looking me up and down.

"What are you doing playing GTA at 2am?" I respond, letting go of the door handle and folding my arms over my chest.

"I asked first." He responds.

"Yeah, but my question is more relevant."

"How?" He mutters.

"It just is." I spit.

"Fine. I'm playing GTA to practice so i can beat behz in our next races." He mutters. Looking down and fiddling with his fingers.

"How cute." I say, rolling my eyes sarcastically. "Can you not just accept the fact that you are shit." I laugh, "its fun hearing you rage every time you play."

"Shut up." He groans. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Long story short, I couldn't sleep, spoke to Cal in the kitchen, came back to bed, heard noises coming from your room, was curious to what it was, and here we are now." I say.

"Wow."

"What?" I question.

"You know what? Thanks for that. Now i can finally sleep properly." He mocks, getting up from his desk and taking his top and joggers off, causing me to cover my eyes in disgust.

"EW. What are you doing?" I say, stepping back and almost knocking myself into the wall.

"Getting ready for bed." He says. "I need to hurry before your story's sleeping spell loses its affect."

"Vaffanculo." I mutter, turning around and walking out of his room, not bothering to shut the door.

"You could at least shut the door!" I hear him shout.

"Fallo da solo, stronzo pigro." I shout back.

"What the fuck does that mean." He reciprocates, stopping me in my tracks and causing me to walk back to his door.

"Do it yourself, you lazy asshole." I snarl, walking back to my room and slamming the door. I hear him get up and shout, "you bitch!" at me, before he too, slams his door and heads to sleep.

"The hatred i have for that man." I mutter to myself, turning my lamp off and creating fake scenarios of me being an f1 wag to help me fall asleep.

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my italian coming in handy.

sorry if this is a shit chapter, ill edit later.

(writing this while listening to GUTS fr)

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