They Don't Know About Us

Ryan's POV-

"My dad would be so pissed at me if he knew I just went off with a stranger."

"I'm not a stranger." He grinned. "I'm Harry."

"I know your name, but I don't know you, Harry."

"You don't?"

"Of course not." I scoffed.

"Really?"

I looked at him strangely. "Should I know you?"

"No," He started. "I just... Never mind."

We started to walk down the street together. "So, you never told me your name."

"Ryan."

"Well, nice to meet you Ryan." He reached his hand over to me.

I shook his hand, while I rolled my eyes. "Same."

"So, where is your place?"

"A couple streets over. It's pretty small, but it's exactly what I like."

"You're into the simple things, huh?"

"Yeah, I never needed much. I guess I'm pretty easy to please."

"I like that."

"Harry" A boy called, as he approached us. "Uh, who is your friend?" He raised an eyebrow at me and then at Harry.

"Uh, Liam, this is Ryan."

"Ryan?"

"She is going to stay with us tonight."

"She is?" He asked reluctantly.

"I really don't have to." I declared.

"You do."

"Um, Harry,” Liam began, lowering his voice. “Can we talk?"

"Don't worry about it. I found her outside of a coffee shop. She lost her key and roommate is out of town. She has no place to stay. She is a stubborn one, but I convinced her to stay with us."

Liam nodded in approval, but still seemed a bit standoffish.

"Are you guys roommate?" I asked.

"Yeah, him and a couple others."

"Oh."

"Don't worry,” Harry assured. “They will be cool with it."