I'm Yours

Jordan Taylor was just a typical 18-year-old girl who had recently moved to London from America. But she was different from in a way. Unlike every other girl, America or London, she wasn't so crazy over the boyband known as One Direction. One day, she falls, hard. Why? Let's just say a certain blue-eyed, Irish blonde boy was involved...


3. Getting Closer

I wake up to find myself in a big, comfy bed. Wait, how did I get here? Last thing I remember is that I was downstairs watching "Toy Story" and I fell asleep on the couch. I stretch my arms as I take notes of my surroundings. This is Niall's room. I look around to see if he's in here. Not in the bathroom. Not in his closet. Not in bed. I see a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. Not there either. Where could he be. I slip on one of my fluffy bunny slippers, since I had a boot on the other, tie my hair into a messy bun, and walk downstairs.

"Morning," The boys say making me jump. They were all sitting at the kitchen table. "Sleep well?"

"Amazing, but Niall, you didn't have to sleep on the floor for me. And I don't even remember going upstairs. Who brought me up there?" I say curiously.

"Niall here didn't want you to hurt your back on the couch so he carried you upstairs. He didn't want to wake you." Liam says.

"Thanks Niall, you're so sweet." He smiles and I return it. After we've eaten an amazing breakfast by Chef Harry, we decide to go wash up. "You can shower first," I say to Niall when we get to his room. I sit on his bed in silence for a moment. Niall has been so sweet. Maybe it's because he's the one that tripped me but it doesn't seem like it. He stands out from the other boys. My heart beats faster and faster everytime I'm around him. I get lost in his blue eyes. I like it. Maybe I'm falling for him... No. I can't. No boys. Especially since he's a celebrity. My thoughts are interrupted by an amazing voice. I hear Niall sing in the shower and a small smile appears on my face. Niall steps out of the shower and he's only wrapped in a towel.

"Not again Niall! Cover up!" I yell covering my eyes. He steps into his closet and I hesitantly open my eyes again.

"I don't have any clothes," I say just now realizing it.

"Eleanor, Louis' girlfriend just got here. Maybe you can borrow some of her's." I walk to Louis' room and knock on the door.

"Hi," A girl says opening the door.

"Hi, I'm Jordan Taylor. You're Eleanor right?" 

"Yeah. Do you need anything?" She asks.

"I was wondering if you had any extra clothes I could borrow."

"Oh sure! I have tons of clothes! Come in here!" I walk into the room to see Louis only wrapped in a towel.

"Do all the boys just go around with no clothes on?!" I ask.

"Pretty much. But Harry's the worst," Louis says winking at Eleanor and I. El leads me to Louis and her's closet and there is one side that's just full of Eleanor's fancy accessories, clothes, and shoes.

"Wow." She hands me a white tank top and a long sleeve, see-through, white shirt, with some light blue, pre-ripped jean shorts.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem. If you need anything else. I'm here!" Eleanor is so nice. I walk back to Niall's room and take a quick shower, slip on the clothes El gave me, added mascara and lip gloss, brushed my hair out so it was nice and straight, slipped on my white Vans, well one, and stepped out of the bathroom to see a shocked Niall.

"What? Bad? It's not really my style but I thought it was cute," I say.

"It's hot," Niall says. I feel my face turn bright red. We meet the other boys and El at the door. "So what time do you have to be home by?"

"Doesn't matter," I say.


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