"Harry, we have a half an hour until we meet Liam's cousin. Why aren't you dressed?" Zayn asked looking at my body sprawled across the couch. I was in sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt.
"Oh, I guess I must have fallen asleep!" I exclaimed and jumped up from the couch.
"Well, you have a half an hour," Zayn reminded me, "and try to look nice." He said before exiting my room.
A half an hour? That was no time to make myself presentable! I needed some backup. Some major backup. And there was only one man to call for that job.
I dialed the number. It took two rings for him to pick up. "I need your help," I said before hanging up.
In the blink of an eye, Louis was standing at my door. "You called?" He asked, a devilish smile appearing on his face.
"Yes," I said. "I have a half an hour. And I need to get dressed. And I need to know how to act, and what to say, and--"
Louis cut me off. "Say no more. I understand your dilemma. Let's get started!"
He grabbed my arm and dragged me into my closet, throwing clothes around like mad. Finally he found my black blazer and threw it at me. Then he tossed me a white v-neck.
"Put those on," he commanded and proceeded digging through my clothes rack.
To my own shocking dismay, I did obediently as he asked. I checked my reflection in the mirror. Not bad, I thought to myself. Disregarding the sweatpants.
"Here," Louis said, throwing me a pair of dark jeans and a black belt. "Then my look will be complete," he paused, "I would give hair advice, but you know what's best in that department." Louis laughed.
"Yeah," I said, pulling on the jeans and choosing a pair of black converse to finish the look.
"Why are you acting so weird?" Louis pressed. "I mean, you just seem really uptight lately."
"I'm not!" I said defensively.
"You are," Louis said, "I know you, Harry, and you are never like this. What's up? You can tell me!"
I sighed. "Promise not to tell anyone?"
Louis crossed his heart and nodded. "Promise."
"Fine. I'm just nervous about meeting Liam's cousin tonight. I don't know how to get her to think past the reputation the media has built up for me. I mean, have you read some of the fanfictions online? I'm a jerk!"
Louis nodded. "Just be yourself. If she trusts the media over your real personality, then she doesn't know what she's missing out on." Louis patted my back before he left.
I sat on the couch and checked the clock. 6:30! The girls should be here any minute. Then it occurred to me the other boys didn't know I knew about the other girl coming. I realized I would have to play dumb about it. Should be easy enough.
"Harry!" Liam called, "My cousin is here!"
I gulped. "Coming."
I left the room and walked into the hallway. I hear laughter coming from Liam's dressing room, so I assumed that's where they were. Casually, I walked into the room.
"Hey, Haz!" Liam said greeting me. I nodded and took a seat on the armrest of the couch next to Niall.
"This is my cousin Janie, and her best friend Hallie," Liam finished gesturing to the two girls on the other couch across from me.
I looked at the girl he introduced as Janie. She had black hair that she had curled. Her side bangs were clipped back with a bobby pin and her green eyes gleamed at me. She wore a simple one shouldered red dress with roses decorating the shoulder. She would've been cute if I hadn't looked at the girl next to her.
Liam had said her name was Hallie. She was beautiful. Her amazing brown hair was tied up into a intricate bun, except for two short pieces of hair that curled on either side of her head. They hung down to about her chin. Her makeup was light, yet distinguished all of her best features. Heck, all of her features were her best. She wore a tight fitting black sequined dress with silver pumps. It took all I had not to run to her and kiss her. All of her called to me. It was then I realized everyone was staring at me. I had moved from the couch to stand directly in front of the couch they were sitting in. They both stared at me, but I felt Hallie's bright blue eyes fixed specifically on mine. I suddenly felt hot.
I cleared my throat. "Hello," I said to them, before turning for the door. "I, uh, need to go and talk to Simon about something," I said and rushed out the door.
What was that? I stared at the door Harry Styles had just ran out of and looked at everyone else. They all had their eyes fixed on me. Even Janie.
Louis was the first to clear his throat. "Well, uh. That was... maybe I should, um."
I glanced at all of the boys. "I'll be right back," I said, getting up from the couch and exiting the room.
I paused outside in the hallway and gave myself time to process everything. Harry Styles had just been caught staring at me. I can't say I didn't feel attracted to him either, though.
I shook my head. It was stupid. I shouldn't fall in love with Harry Styles. I won't fall in love with him. He has plenty of other girls that would fall over him in a second. Yet, why had he looked at me like that?
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. I just needed to think. And relax. Mostly relax.
Then something bumped into me. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't know you were there."
I looked up to see Harry's green eyes looking at me. I blushed and turned away. "Oh, that's--uh, fine. I was just leaving." I turned to walk away when I felt a tug on my wrist.
Harry had a firm grip on my arm. "Wait," he said, and reluctantly I froze. "I'm sorry for staring at you, it's not polite." I turned to him. He was smiling his cheeky smile.
"Apology accepted," I laughed.
He laughed too. "So, um," he started, rubbing the back of his neck. He was so dang attractive!
My thoughts began to drift thinking about Harry's eyes, Harry's hands on my waist, Harry's lips on my lips...
Suddenly, I jumped. "Are you okay?" he asked and his hand was on my shoulder.
"I'm fine," I said, and turned away quickly. "I have to go," I said as I ran down the hallway.
Leaving Harry behind me.