Dreams do come true.

Two girls Pose as maids in the hotel which One direction is staying at.
Kaitlynn Marie Thomas, goes to visit her best friend Elliza (Liza) Jones who lives in London as she does every summer, but this time will be different for more than one reason:
1. This time Kaitlynn will be traveling on the plane by herself instead of with her mum as she usually did
2. Liza has her own apartment that she started renting two months ago that is right next to One Directions hotel.
3. As they get close to 1D will two boys fight over one girl? or three?
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10. Accidents Happen

Kaitlynns P.O.V                                                                                                                              

Harry drops my hand letting it swing at my side.                                                                                                  

"I guess. . ." I think "In . . . Nialls room?" I look around it, empty pizza boxes, popcicle sticks, takeout boxes, dirty shirts, popcorn spilled, everywhere, and the room is filled with an odd smell of citrus-y oranges. Niall blushes.                                                                                          

"I'll help you?" he pauses giving me an adorable look "Yep. Ill help you. Mmmk.". As he grabs a pizza box from the ground. I giggle.

"Your not helping us." I keep my smile as I yank Liza off the bed linking arms with her "Its our job." 

"Unless your uncomfortable with the whole 'bedroom' cleaning? I don't want to intrude your privacy Niall." Liza says in a more serious tone.

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable with it. I just feel its polite to not make you clean this. I'm clearly a pig and I'd feel bad if you did all my work for me." his Irish accent ringing in my ears.

"Well why do you think we are maids silly? Thats why we are here!" I say smiling as I tap the tip of his nose with my pointing finger. Did I really just tap his nose? Ugh. He thinks I'm annoying I can already tell. Oh god. I literally face palm myself hard as it makes a slapping noise.

"Ouch!" Zayn yells clasping his hand over his mouth. I peak out from behind my hand at their faces seeing the 'Dang she crazy!" look on their faces I quickly replace my hand over my eyes.

"Okay! Anyway we should probably get started so. . . Shoo." Liza says breaking the awkward silence. I look over at her and can tell she regrets saying that when all their gorgeous faces leave closing the door behind them.  "We just met. . . ONE DIRECTION!" Liza yells in a whisper, jumping up and down as I join her.

                     It takes us about 25 minutes together of non stop hard work to clean his room. We organized his clothes, vacuumed, and put a load of clothes in the the washer. Then we walk into zayns room next door. We start on his room, it smells strongly of cologne, the scent pierces our noses. His room isn't that bad. The only thing dirty in his room is the clean and dirty clothes on the ground and the bedding scattered on the bed. Liza goes straight to the bed and shoves it all in a laundry basket as Nialls clothes beep from the washer in the kitchen. The kitchen has a little closet containing the dryer, washer, and ironing board.  "I got it!" Liza says as she turns and pats my head as if I'm a dog. I narrow my eyes at her and blow a piece of hair out of my eyes. She simply skips out the room cradling the laundry basket in her arms. I sort through all the clothes on the ground putting the clean in the dresser and the dirty in a pile next to me so I can put it in the laundry basket when Liza brings it back.

                       Ugh I gotta go pee! What is taking Liza so long?! I get up and walk over to the en suite bathroom in Zayns room I shove the door open in a rush not caring where it goes. It hits something hard and I hear a Loud bang on the wall. As I notice a foot sticking out from behind the door. A dark toned foot. I stop dead in my tracks lightly peaking around the door to see a passed out Zayn with only a towel on in an awkward position behind the door, just above his head is a circular dent in the drywall where I presume his head hit. Shit, shit, SHIT! I didnt hit him that hard! Of corse the tile is really wet and he might of tripped on the blow dryer cord wrapped around his foot and the hitting him with the door on my part probably helped, none. I close the en suite door behind me and crouch down on the floor in front of him, until I remember he is only wearing a towel I hesitate until I think of an idea. I'll go get him some underwear and close my eyes as I put them on! No, no, because when he wakes up and finds underwear on him that he did not put on that will not go good towards me. I pull his feet making his body straighten out flat on the floor, and secure his towel making sure it doesn't expose anything.   I leave the en suite bathroom closing the door behind me. I run my fingers through my hair. Where the heck is Liza?! I open up Zayns bedroom door and shout her name. No answer. I shout it again and she simply sings "One second!" carrying out the 'd' like shes in the opera. What am I going to do?!

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