Maid For Styles

This wasn't supposed to happen. Alisha was only supposed to be the maid. I had a girlfriend, but I wanted her -Harry Styles


4. Chapter FOUR

Harry's POV

I could tell that Katrina did not like Alisha. When we got into the other room, I tried kissing her, and holding her hand to let her know that I liked her, and only her. She wasn't falling for it though.

"Harry, I don't like her" She said simply.

"You haven't even talked to her" I replied. I looked out the window, to see Alisha cleaning the front lawn.

"I don't need to. She's trouble, I can feel it. Can't you find a new maid, thats a guy or something?" I looked at her, with shock on my face.

"No, we can't. Simon picked her. I trust Simon. And you don't know her, so don't judge." I looked out the window again. Alisha was shivering so bad, that I could see it from here. I stood up, and walked out of the room, and left Katrina, with her mouth open in protest.

I walked up to my room, and got a sweatshirt. I chose the Jack Wills, since it was purple. I walked down the steps, and out the front door. I went over to Alisha.

"Alisha" I said. She turned around. I handed her the sweatshirt. "You must be freezing." She nodded.

"Th, thank you, St- Styles" She shivered out. She put the sweatshirt on. I could hear her teeth chatter. I took her hand, it was ice cold. I led her back into the house.

"You can go out when you warm up again. I don't want you getting sick." I was getting a little worried. She wouldn't stop shivering. I then gave her a hug, and moved my hands along her back, to warm her up. After a few minuets, the shivering was stopping. I stepped back, and looked at her. I ran my finger softly on her cheek.

'What the hell!" Alisha jumped. I turned to see Katrina, fuming.

"It's not what it looks like!" I said.

"So, you weren't just hugging her for a long time then?" She said sarcastically

"Well, I was, but-" She cut me off, and went outside. She slammed the door.

"I'm Sorry, Harry." Alisha whispered.

"It's not your fault." I said. Then I realized something. "Hey, you called me Harry" I smiled. Her face got red.

"I think I'll go clean the kitchen now" I watched as she ran into the other room. Stop it Harry, you like Katrina. I told myself.

Alisha's POV
I got out stuff for cleaning the counter, and started working vigorously. What had I just done? Harry's girlfriend is now out for my death sentence. I thought back to when he hugged me. He was so warm, and it gave me chills when he touched me (in a good way).

One I got done in the kitchen, I went out to finish the yard, but I saw two boys cleaning it. Niall and Harry. I walked outside. "Styles, Niall?" The both stood up straight, and smiled at me.

"I didn't want you to freeze again." Harry explained. He put the last piece of trash in the bag.

"You didn't have to do that, it's my job, you know" Niall nodded in response.

"It was our fault it got so messy out here, Alisha. So we fixed it."

"Thanks" I stood there for a few seconds. "Well, I'm all finished for the day, so I think I'll go home." I walked over to my car, and tried to start the ignition. Nothing. I tried again and again. Still, she would not start. I leaned back on the seat, and hit the steering wheel. I then heard a knock on my window. It was Harry.

"Need a ride?" He held a pair of keys up in his hand. I got out of the car.

"No, I'll just walk. it isn't far." I started to head down the drive way. Harry came after me though.

"Alisha, why won't you let me give you a ride? I'm not bad, I promise" He pleaded me.

"Alright Styles, but only because I don't want to freeze again." He smiled.

The ride back to my house was a quiet one. I turned up the music. One of my favorite songs was on. I hummed softly. I then heard Harry start singing.

"You like Stevie Wonder?" I asked. He looked at me in disbelief.

"This is what I sang for my audition for X Factor"

"Oh" I didn't really know that much about One Direction. Tristan did though. She would always tell me stuff.

We then pulled up to my house. I got out of the car, and thanked Harry. He rolled down the window.

"Hey Alisha, what's your last name?" He asked. I gave him a weird look.

"Carrington. Why?"

He gave me a cheeky smile. "See ya Carrington" He pulled out of the driveway. I guess if I was going to call him by his last name, he was going to return the favor.
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