Holding Onto Independence (Harry Styles Love Story)

A small town girl. Biggest boyband in the world. Laughter. Joy. Heartache. Independent. Tragedy. Dreams. Love.
That is just a few words to describe my life. And let me tell you, when tragedy strikes, don't stop, just keep on going ~ Marion Alexander.

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3. They Want To Do What??

Barry came back about five minutes later after I had told the boys to take a seat and got them some tea. He handed me a pack of cigarettes, I smiled, he obviously knew that One Direction would be paying a visit so he bought these as an apology, well apology accepted! I still can't believe he didn't tell me though. He knows how much I love 1D, so that particular information about them coming into the salon would have been very helpful to know because then I could have tried and made myself look pretty or something. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now, I just need to try and not fangirl in front of them - especially since I'll be the one shampooing their hair - otherwise they really will think that I'm crazy.
I had already shampooed the first 4 boys and actually we got on really well, they were so sweet, sincere and down-to-earth. Louis was slightly crazy but a good laugh, I can definitely see us being best friends. Zayn was kind of scared of me touching his hair because he didn't know me but Louis convinced him that I had a nice touch, plus I was good at massaging so he finally came round and he also said that I was free to touch his hair anytime so I think we are now sort-of-friends. Liam was more quiet and mature than the rest of the boys, and we actually had a really nice chat, mostly about my singing though.
"So, you want to be a singer?" Liam asked whilst I was lathering the shampoo into his hair. I froze, I do want to be a singer but I don't want them thinking that I would just use them for a record deal or something because I would never do that. I would much rather get it on my own, I like my independence. I haven't relied on anyone since I was 11 years old when my parents first started disappearing for weeks at a time and I'm not going to start changing and relying on people now.
"Er yeah, yeah I do."
"That's cool. We could help if you want?"
"NO!" I pretty much screamed that. Barry and the other 4 lads gave me the same strange look. I focused my attention back onto rinsing Liam's hair of shampoo.
"I'll take that as a no then?" He said, with a hint of humor. At least I didn't offend him or anything. I should probably still apologize though.
"I'm really sorry. It's just that I like my independence. I don't like relying on people to help me with my problems." I wrapped a towel around his head and led him to a styling station, I started to walk away to let Barry work his magic but Liam grabbed my hand. I turned to face him. It looked like he had determination in his eyes.
"Marion, it's okay to be independent but sometimes you just have to let people help you every now and again. Otherwise, everything will just keep piling up until you can't even handle it anymore." He would be great at giving pep talks. He let go of my hand and sighed.
"At least think about it?" I nodded and walked back to the reception desk.


 

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I unlocked the door to my house and sighed happily. Ah, home sweet home. Saying that today was eventful, is a bit of an understatement since I had to shampoo THE One Direction and all. Definitely gives me a whole new perspective to the word "Eventful". But in all seriousness, I actually had a lot of fun at work for once. And I even got Louis' and Liam's number so that we could stay in contact. I got on really well with all of them, except Harry because he didn't talk to me much, just the usual "Thank you" after I had shampooed his hair. But don't worry, if I ever see them again then I will make him open up and talk to me and we shall become best friends and hopefully more (yeah in my dreams) and it will be beautiful!
 

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I was doing my weekly clean-up of the house - I have a little bit of OCD, I hate anything to be out of place, disorderly or just plain messy - when I heard Live While We're Young playing from the living room, I went in and found my phone, someone was calling me. "Hello?"
"Aloha, Minnie-bean!" I grinned at the sassy, Doncaster accent.
"Hello, Queen of sass!" I heard him laugh along with the four other boys, I frowned "Am I on speaker, Lou?" I tried to sound menacing but I don't think it worked.
"Maaybe!"
I groaned, I didn't want to be on speaker in case I said something embarrassing and of course Harry would hear it. I heard an Irish accent speak up. "Quit your whining and open your front door!" I froze, say what? Did he say "open my front door"? Why do I need to open my front door?
"Shh! Don't scare the poor girl" I felt myself blush, I could've sworn that that was the voice of a certain Mr. Styles. I walked to the front door and paused, I checked what day it was on the calender that was sitting on the hallway table, hm. It isn't April Fools day so I suppose it should be okay. I took a breath and opened the door.
"SURPRISE!!"
I swear, I just jumped out of my skin and if I had hiccups they would have been cured. Plus my eardrums were about to burst because I still had the phone to my ear, and if you're wondering why that is relevant it is because One Direction are standing on my doorstep with their mouths so close to Louis' phone that it looked like they were going to kiss it, (and knowing them, they probably would). I rubbed my ear whilst the boys had big cheesy grins on their faces, like they had just accomplished something. Oh, they accomplished something alright, by scaring the living daylights out of me. I glared at them, I'm not good at being mad at people though so it came out more like a playful glare or something.
"What the f---" I was halfway through my sentence when Louis clamped his hand over my mouth. "Don't swear in front of my pumpkin. He doesn't like it!" He stage-whispered just to ensure that the other 4 heard it and laughed at my expense. I turned my glare onto Lou, smirked underneath his hand and then licked him. He screeched and jumped back, wiping his hand on Harry's face. They both made a disgusted look at me, and I couldn't help but giggle a little bit whilst looking down. When I looked back up Harry was smiling warmly at me - finally we're getting somewhere - with a little twinkle in his eye. I turned my gaze back to Louis who was staring down at his hand, with a look of disgust still visible on his face (A/N: I can actually picture Loubear doing that. Cannot stop laughing!!)
"For your information Louis, I wasn't going to swear. I was actually about to say 'What the frick?' because I don't swear unless I am angry." I explained whilst continuing to give him a strange look. "Now, what the heck are you guys doing here? And how, may I ask, did you know where I lived?" They looked guiltily at each other before Zayn answered, "Barry told us. After we asked him." I closed my eyes and sighed, of course it had to be Barry. He wouldn't have been able to resist their charm (he's gay by the way, just in case you didn't guess already). I opened my eyes and they were all staring at me like I was about to blow up. "Okay then, so...? Why are you here?" I looked at each of them in turn. Zayn looking shy, Liam looking sorry, Louis still looking at his hand in disgust (get over it!), Harry looking happy? And Niall just looking past my shoulder and trying to see into the kitchen (Oh Niall. Always thinking with your stomach).
"Would you please just spit it out! I'm a big girl, I can take it" I'm getting a little annoyed now. I turned my glare onto Liam, I'm sure he'll tell me if I just stare him out, I can see him buckling under the pressure already, he pursed his lips - just a few more seconds - and opened his mouth to speak. Bingo! "Weneedsomewheretostayforafewweeks!" He blurted out so fast that I couldn't understand what he said, he must of seen my confused look because he repeated what he had just said, but a bit slower this time.
"We need somewhere to stay for a few weeks."
I stared at them, and blinked a few thousand times. Are they being serious? Please tell me that they aren't being serious? One Direction. Stay. In my house. A part of me was feeling as giddy as a schoolboy but another part was like, NO!
"Marion? Are you alright?" I looked over at Harry, that must be the first time that he's actually spoken to me, and started a conversation with me. Nice! I nodded and gave him a small smile, I closed my eyes and took a deep calming breath before I spoke. "Why do you need to stay here? Don't you guys stay in a hotel or something?" They all glared at Louis (who has finally stopped looking at his hand), he glanced guiltily at them, then turned his attention onto me. "Someone found out where we were staying, so now there is a whole crowd of people outside the hotel. We had to sneak out the back with all of our stuff just to get out." Oh yeah, I remember now! There was a photo of the hotel that they were staying at on Twitter, and the culprit who tweeted that photo just so happened to be Mr. Tomlinson! I gave a little chuckle. "Well, you're getting no sympathy from me. It's your own fault for posting a photograph of the place that you are staying onto Twitter." They all looked at me in surprise. "What? I follow you on Twitter, alright? No biggie." I shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal but it clearly was, I didn't want them thinking that I was just another crazy fangirl. I sighed, looked at them and said "Get your stuff." I smiled as I watched them run to Louis' car that was sitting in my driveway, they look so happy and that makes me happy knowing that I made them happy. I stood aside as they brought in their suitcases and put them at the bottom of the stairs before I went into the living room with the boys close on my heels. They immediately made themselves comfortable by arguing about who sat where because there was only four seats, in the end Niall was on the armchair and Liam, Zayn and Harry were sitting on the three-piece suite and Louis was lying on top of them (naturally).

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