His Twins-One Direction Fanfiction

My name is Bella. His name is Harry. We met at a party. We got really drunk one day. It all happened so quickly. Now I'm left alone...with his twins....while he's being pampered by Taylor Swift and eating fancy meals. I'm over here on the other side of the world taking care of Lillian and Elouise.


5. Party...again

Well a lot happened since I broke up with Keaton. I kissed Harry...three times! Jake's back! Jake used to like me and I went out with him but he would try to do stuff with me. Like? Well, once he beat me then he would try to make me have sex with him. I finally got the had the guts to break up with him and when I did he beat me so hard I had to stay home...for three days! Point is...don't mess with that stupid little prick. Anyways....right now I am sleeping on a bed but who's? I don't know or care. I am so tired. I heard something downstairs. I woke up and see that I'm in Zayn's room. Well, guest room. I stand up and suddenly feel dizzy. I fall down. I feel something in my stomach. Ugh I have to puke. I run to the bathroom and throw up. I grab the toothbrush Zayn keeps in the drawer. It's still in the box thing. I take it out and grab the toothbrush and the toothpaste and smear it on the toothbrush. I brush my teeth but I think my breath still smells like vodka. I'm not sure but maybe. I go downstairs and see that everything is still a mess. I grab a black bag from the cabinets and start cleaning up. I remembered that I'm still wearing my dress. I remember that Zayn has a little sister named Waliyha. She is about my size. Sorry Waliyha if you didn't want me to use your clothes. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down that I would borrow her sweats and a shirt. I quickly changed then walked back downstairs. I see that the people that were here left and I continued cleaning the cups, liquids on the floor, mess. Ugh why do I have to? Well I don't have to but I'd do it anyways. When I finish I hear footsteps but I ignore them. I finish then I sit down on the couch. I hear the footsteps again. What the hell? I'm getting scared. I grab the closest thing to me. Luckily it's bat. Okay I'm not going to hit the person but I might. I hear the footsteps once more. I turn in the direction of the noise. I see a dark figure. I look at the figure closer. I don't know how but I think I've seen him before. He gets closer and light hits the figure's face. It's Zayn. He scared the shit out of me. No! I didn't shit my pants...well Waliyha's sweatpants.

“What the fuck Zayn?” I ask yelling.

“What?” he asks.

“You scared the shit out of me!” I yell.

“Really? I don't see a brown spot on your pan- are those my sister's sweats?” he asks.

“Yeah, I didn't want anyone looking at my ass while I work...not like I got an ass anyways but still,” I shrug.

“You got an ass and it's huge,” he smirks.

“First, ewww. Second, how would you know. Third, I don't got an ass,” I cross my arms.

“I would know because you went to that pool party last time and I got you wet,” he winks. “You also have a huge ass so I wouldn't be talking. My sister's clothes fit you?”

“Yeah,” I shrug.

“Damn you skinny ass mother fucker,” he smirks.

“I'm not that skinny,” I say.

“Come on, you weigh like what...80 pounds,” he says.

“110 pounds,” I say.

“And you're how old again?” he smirks.

“Well I'm 19 years old,” I reply.

“Like I said before...skinny ass mother fucker,” he smirks.

“Nuh uh,” I say. He walks to me and picks me up. He puts me down.

“You weigh about as much as Waliyha,” he says.

“Whatever,” I walk to the kitchen and make myself a bowl of cereal. Well just serve myself some cereal and milk in a bowl. I grab a spoon and feed myself. Zayn just watches me.

“What? Is there something on my face?” I panic. He chuckles.

“No. It's just that....never mind,” he sighs. I shrug. I'm gonna ask him tomorrow anyways.

“Why'd you clean?” he asks.

“Well, I don't like my house being dirty so umm yeah...” I trail off.

“You do know that I'm having another party right?” he asks.

“Why?” I ask.

“Well it's Safaa's birthday today,” he says.

“Oh,” I say. I finish my food and clean my plate and spoon. I frown then I walk back to the living room. I watch tv for a while until the doorbell rings. I walk to the door and soon the house is flooded with teenagers, half which I don't know and the rest were just people I used to or talk to now. I didn't know what to do. I'm panicking. I rush to Zayn.

“Zayn!” I yell louder than the music.

“What?” he asks inside his room.

“Open the door!” I yell. He opens the door and he is half naked. May I say he has quite a sexy body... No! Stop!

“I don't have a dress and people are already here!” I panic.

“Get one of Waliyha's dresses,” he says calmly.

“You sure?” I ask a bit loudly because of the music. He nods and soon I'm out the door and into his sister's room. I grab a really pretty one sleeved black dress. It ends about just a few inches below my butt. Whatever. I need some shoes! OMG! Her shoes don't fit me though!

“Zayn your sister's shoes are too small!” I yell. He stares at my feet. I'm a size 4 and Waliyha's 3. He grabs my hand and we walk to his mom's room. He gives me some really pretty black high heels. They have this black bow on it.

“Thank you,” I whisper before I kiss his cheek and walk to Waliyha's room. I strip out of her sweats and shirt and slip into her tight black dress. It was actually okay on me. I slip into Patt, as I call her (Patricia), shoes which feel a bit bigger than my shoes but they don't feel too big just a tad. I walk out of Waliyha's room and walk to my car but I kept getting bombarded by drunk teens. I start the engine then drive to my house. I walk upstairs to my room and comb my, not so tangled, hair. I grab my hair straightener then straighten my hair, even if it is straight-ish already. I grab a necklace my mom gave me for my 8th birthday. It has my name on it...Bella. I also grab my golden bracelet with a heart on it. I got it when I was 14. I love it because it reminds me of that time. I don't talk about it anymore though....I knew Keaton since I was 14, well 13 1/2 but still. He gave it to me on my 16th birthday. That's when he asked me out the first time and for some reason I knew he was drifting away from me but I never had the guts to break up with him. I thought he was my happily ever after but it was more like happily never after. Well anyways there's another party and I don't think I'm ready for it. Ugh party...again?!

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