My Mothers Boyfriend {One Direction}

She could get everything she wanted. All those things, girls at her age, would kill to own. That was the bonus of being Caroline Flack's daughter. But all she wanted, was that one curly haired boy, with the most amazing eyes. Her mother's boyfriend, Harry Styles. UK: THIS IS THE ENGLISH VERSION OF ♥LifeOfADirectioner♥ 'S 'My Mothers Boyfriend. {One Direction}' DK: DETTE ER DEN ENGELSKE VERSION AF ♥LifeOfADirectioner♥ 'S 'My Mothers Boyfriend. {One Direction}

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9. To lie

 

His hands were running all over my body, whilst the kiss slowly got wilder. The anger, from before, disappeared at the moment I felt his lips on mine. Instead, I laid an arm around his neck and the other on his shoulder.

What exactly is it you’re doing, Carrie?

A buzzing sound made us both sigh deeply.

The sound came from my pocket, and I was absolutely sure it was my cell-phone.

Stupid phone!

Zayn slowly pulled away and sat up, still with his eyes on me. With a little bit shaky hands I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

“Yes?” I answered, and sat up with my back on the edge of the bed.

“Carrie, where are you?” My mother’s hard voice sounded in the phone.

“Uhm.. I.. am at Harry’s” I faltered, whilst biting my lip.

Stupid answer, Carrie. Stupid, stupid answer.

“Harry? What are you doing at Harry’s place? I thought we had a deal about you going to a job interview?”

Hesitating I pressed my lips together.

That’s so typical me!

Now I had to find a way out of this.

“Did I say Harry? I meant Hannah. The job interview got cancelled.. so I went to Hannah’s place instead” I lied, stupid as I was.

Did I seriously think, she was gonna believe in that?

“Are you sleeping there? Cause I will probably be late.”

“Sleeping there?” I said, as if I didn’t understood anything.

Zayns eyebrows raised a bit, and he send me a little but sexy smile, which clearly showed, he thought that was a wonderful idea.

“Yes, cause I’ll be late. A colleague has gotten sick, so I have to stay here a little bit longer.

I bit my lip so hard, that I almost thought it was gonna start bleeding. Should I stay here, in a house with five boys I had met for less than 4 hours ago?

Okay, now you’re overreacting, Carrie.

I knew Harry, of course, and Zayn… Well, I knew him too, sort of.

But Hannah would literally kill me, if I dragged her into this. I could easily imagine Hannah’s pissed face, when she figured that I’d used her to lie. Though, I decided to do it.

“Okay” I sighed and got a little surprised, how calm and relaxed my voice sounded.

“Good, I’ll see you later. Have fun!” She said lovingly, before she hung up.

I spend a moment, just sitting, staring in despair into nothing. Zayn has walked out to the boys, probably because he got tired of waiting, so I stared at the white ceiling. I should call Hannah and apologise, cause honestly, I felt like the most horrible friend ever. And now, when I thought about it, I’d just left her at the party yesterday. No good bye. No hug, as we used to, and I should probably say sorry for that. What id she had been looking for me!

Fast, I found her number and dialled it.

“I’m not gonna present myself, since you probably know who you called. And when you hear that strange ‘bib’-sound you probably also know what to do there”

I smiled. I loved Hannah’s extremely weird answerphone. Actually, it was one we made up, when we was in primary school and had absolutely no life. It was back then, Hannah had been one of those you called an Emo. Big, black, curly hair, dark make-up and pale white skin. I remember once, when I wanted to go to the beach, and I tried to get Hannah to join me. When I finally convinced her, she arrived in a black total covering dress with only two holes for the eyes. No kidding, she looked like one of those African nuns. And then there was me. Back then, I had been one of those LA-girls, with for-ever-tanned skin and only wearing pink. No one understood, that we could be best friend. Our friends used to call us ‘the contrast’

“Hey, the contrast is coming” had Danny, one of our common friends, once yelled and suddenly, everyone called us that.

I smiled of the thought. Right now, I missed her really much. I stood up from the bed and walked out in the living room.

The boys’ eyes was all turned to me, when I sat down beside Harry.

How should I say this?

“Uhm.. would it be okay if I slept here, tonight?” I slowly say. The boys all looked at each other, continued by shrugging their shoulders.

“But then you have to sleep at Louis’ room” Chocolate Liam said.

Hey, maybe I should start calling him that!

Or maybe not.

“Louis, who’s Louis?” I asked confused.

That’s what happen, when your name is Carrie, and is suffering by memory loss.

“Me” him, who was Louis, shouted loud, so loud I considered to hold my ears.

Oh.. it was him with those blue eyes… or were they green?

Let’s just say they were blue.

 

**

 

“Are you comfortable?”

I turned to look up at Louis, and nodded weakly. Yes, I looked up, because I was laying on a mattress on the floor beside him. He had suggested we both could lay in his bed, but when I didn’t knew him that well, I figured it would be weird.

Of course Louis sounded like a sweet guy, but I couldn’t sleep with him. That sounded so wrong, Carrie.

I wonder if he had a girlfriend?

He was a handsome boy, with a cute smile and BLUE eyes.

Louis saw I was staring at him, which I actually hadn’t. His questioning eyes looked at me, so I cleared my throat. 

“Do you have a girlfriend?” The words threw themselves out of my mouth, so sudden, I considered a moment to place my hand on my mouth. He just laughed at me, as if I had just told the funniest joke on earth.

“Are you interested?” He laughed and winked at me. Fast, I looked down and face-palmed myself, which only made him laugh even louder.

One more typical Carrie reaction.

“Yes, I have a girlfriend” He smiled, when he finally finished laughing.

“What’s her name?” I heard myself ask, which made me think if he was a homo-sexual. It wouldn’t be unusual these days, but, wait.. didn’t he say GIRLfriend.. well, then he probably wasn’t!

“Eleanor” he said, with such a sugar sweet voice, that I couldn’t help but smile.

Eleanor, I repeated in my mind.

Hmm.. sounded French.

French and beautiful.

“What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked low.

Well, not really, but it wasn’t like I didn’t kiss anybody.

“Nope, still free” I smiled, and pulled my duvet over my shoulders.

“Tired?” he asked, and did the same.

I nodded and scratched my eyes. Louis turned off the light, before he lay down and found the right position. All todays scenarios was still stuck in my mind. Everything, from destroying the glass, to kissing Zayn. I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.

 

**

 

The feeling of getting pushed made me slam my eyes open. Automatically I looked up where Louis was and got shocked when he also looked at me. He was sitting in the bed and starred creepily at me. I lay completely still and didn’t dare to move. I was freaked out.

What the hell was he doing?

“Louis, are you awake?” I whispered low, whilst I tried to keep my voice calm. His behaviour scared me, and what scared me even more, was when he shook his head and unconfirmed my question.

Shit!

I turned around and pulled the duvet over my head, trying to ignore him and his creepy behaviour. The sound of mumbling made me jump in shock. I slowly peeked over my shoulder to see him, still sitting and yet staring at me. Again, he mumbled something I couldn’t hear and threw his arms out, which made me move all the way to the edge of the mattress, as far away from him as possible.

No, that was just too much!

I fast stood up and walked to the door. Carefully I opened the door and sneaked out in the hall, passed the living room and walked to the rooms at the end of the hall, searching for a place to sleep. I slowly opened the door to one of the rooms, but stopped and hesitated a bit every time the door creaked a little bit too loud.

The first thing I noticed was Harry’s purple sweatshirt, which was hanging on a chair in the corner of the room. I’d laid it there myself, before I went to bed. Beside the chair was the bed with a almost hidden Harry in his duvet. All you could see was his curls, peeking out at the top of the duvet.

Okay, so the worst thing he could possibly say was to tell me to go back to my mattress. Even though it seemed fair, I really, really didn’t want to go back to spooky-Louis. Hey! It rhymes.

He will probably think I was crazy, but.. what the hell.

“Harry?” I whispered low.

He made a growling sound, which I took as a yes.

This could get embarrassing.

“Can I sleep with you?” I asked low and smiled in the dark.

I sounded like some five year old.

He removed his duvet and made room for me, which I hadn’t thought he would, at all. I carefully lay down in front of him, with my back turned against him.

Alone with Harry under his duvet wasn’t so bad.

I was about to close my eyes, when I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh. I froze immediately, because Harry’s touch felt like an electro shock.

Completely calm his hand slid up my thigh, round my stomach and stopped under my chest.

I lay completely still, whilst I enjoyed the feeling of him pulling me closer to his body.

Even when I felt his warm breath hit the back of my neck, I didn’t even think about moving. I just closed my eyes and fell to sleep, with Harry’s arms around me.

 

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I haven’t checked for mistakes

So incredibly sorry for making you wait that long! I have had some personal issues, but that’s still not a good reason not to write to you guys.. I can’t say anything else than I’m sorry and I will try to update more often.

But, what did you think about the chapter? What do you think will happen now? Do you think Harry knows it is Carrie, or de he think it is someone else? And not to mention, what do you think about Louis’ little stunt at the middle of the night?

Much love! xx

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