Your little things

The freak. The fat girl. The girl who cuts her wrists. The girl with acne. The girl that no one wants to be friends with. The girl who loves a 'gay' boyband. The girl that nobody likes. The girl that can't afford fancy clothes. That's me. Alayna Harper, 18 years old. 10 years ago, my parents died in a car accident. I was devastated. Can you imagine? Your whole family dying, when you're 8. I now live with my aunt. Who is terrible. All she does is smoke, drink and watch TV. I have to work at McDonald's, just to keep us alive. I get bullied in school, I mean, why would anyone want to be friends with me? I'm the weird girl.


4. His boxers

The shower was amazing. Like nothing I've ever experienced before. I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my wet body. I tip toed into the bedroom again and grabbed another towel, to wrap my hair in. I opened the door out to the hallway and heard a paino playing a soft melodi from downstairs. A door in the end of the hallway opened and out stepped Harry, now with, at least, sweatpants on. He spotted me and gave me a big smile. "Hello." He said. "Hi." I smiled shyly. Well, this was awkward. "Louis is downstairs." He said with a smile as he sneaked into the bathroom. I walked down the stairs, still all wet from the shower. I walked out in the big room, and spotted Louis by the big wing. I smiled as I walked towards him, adoring his fingers as they flied over the piano. He looked up at me and smiled. "Hey." He said and stopped playing. "Hey, so... uhm... could I borrow something to... wear?" He jumped out of his seat. "Follow me." He said and walked up the stairs. Yet again I followed him up the stairs. He walked in the same room where I got undressed before. "So, I heard you and Harry met eachother." He said as he walked to the big closet. My cheeks blushed. "Ehh.. yeah, I guess he told you what happened." I scratched my head. He laughed silently. "Yeah, he did. Well, here's some clothes for you." He threw a pair of gray sweatpants, a red t-shirt and a pair of boxers on the bed. Oh god, I was gonna wear his boxers. "The room is yours." He smiled and left me to change. I  hung the towel up on the door of the closet and walked over to the bed to get dressed. I heard a door open behind me and I tried to get hold of something infront of my body, but I didn't reach the bed in time. "Oh my god I'm sorry! Again!" The door slammed shut. If someone saw me right now, they would think I had turned into a tomato. Harry saw me naked. Again. This was a really weird day. I quickly put the clothes on, before no one else could come and see into the room. I grabbed the tassel I had on my wrist and put my hair up in a messy bun. I looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. 8.15. Hold on, 8.15!? I ran down the stairs and searched for Louis's brown head. "Louis?" I called. "In here love!" I heard from a distance. I walked where the voice had called, but got compleatly lost. "Louis?" "In here!" I followed the sound into a room that looked like a laundry. I spotted Louis at the washing machine, looking at me with a smile on his face. "I need to go." I said quickly. "Bu-" "Look it was really nice of you to do all of this. Borrow me clothes, letting me shower and everything. But I really need to go. Can I just get my clothes and I can come over with your things tomorrow."  "Uh.. yeah here." He handed me my clothes, wich were still wet. "Thank you, it was nice meeting you." I jogged to the door. "Alayna!" I heard behind me. I turned around. "Goodbye." Louis said and gave me a little wave. I smiled at him and headed for the door, beeing left with no coice then to run home.

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