I let my mouth gape open as I stepped into a larger than life apartment. I had expected it to be leather couches, gold furniture and awards stood proudly everywhere. In reality, it was just another apartment- a pretty cosy one actually. The walls had a warm honey tone to them, no stylish or over-flashy art work was covering the walls and everything was just…humble.
“You like?” Harry chuckled.
Shrugging, I nodded, “I do, actually. I was expecting it to be ridiculously flashy and celebrity like. Instead, it’s just ridiculously big and homey…with photographers pretty much surrounding the building.”
It had been a fight to even get into the door of the apartment. They were like irritating vultures, following your every move. Luckily for me, I had only experienced it for little less than a day. I hated to think what Harry had to go through on a daily basis.
Harry smiled as he closed the door behind him and winked, “I’ll tell you what else is ridiculously big… my-“
“NO. Just no. Stop that sentence right there, mister!” I squealed in revulsion as a bright red tinge made its way across my face.
Poking his finger in my face, that damn smirk made a reappearance, “I was going to say my hot tub…but obviously little miss innocent had something else on her mind.”
Blushing even more than I already was, I watched as he walked into what seemed to be a kitchen- a kitchen: which was the size of my whole flat.
“Liam should be here soon.” He called.
Wandering into the humungous kitchen, I crinkled my brow, “Liam? Is he in One Direction?”
“Yes darling, he’s in the band. You’re obviously not one of our super-fans I take it?” Harry said.
I cringed, “Not really. Sorry.”
Flicking through his phone, he shook his head, “Don’t be sorry, it’s refreshing to meet a girl who doesn’t want to mount me or chop off my hair and sell it on Ebay.”
Why would someone want to chop off his hair? People took music interests way too far sometimes, it scared the living daylights out of me.
As I stood there in thought, I asked the dreaded question I had meaning to ask all day, “So, when is all this media and paparazzi gonna die down?”
Harry stopped flicking through his phone and looked up to give me a sad look, “Riley… I do-“
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and I think I may have pissed myself in the process. Not in the literal sense of course…I had passed that stage a while back.
Running towards the door, Harry shouted over his shoulder, “Oh, that’s probably Liam! But we’ll talk later, I promise.”
Rolling my eyes, I leaned against the wall and observed Harry as he opened the door. Brief words were exchanged and then not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 guys entered the apartment. Hold on a sec. I thought this visit was just from one person? Not 4.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Harry exclaimed.
I was just thinking the same thing. From what I could gather, it was the other members of the group and I couldn’t help but stare at all of them stood there together. They really did look like a star-studded group when they were all huddled like that.
“You nearly died, bro. We came to see you were alright.” An Irish accent filtered across the room.
I rolled my eyes as I continued watching them, it’s not like Harry was injured or anything. He got out of the whole thing without a scratch. Me on the other hand? Well, I had to stay at a celebrity’s house after having a concussion whilst the Paparazzi stalked me. I was living the frickin’ dream.
As I thought that over, I realised I was living the dream. To most girls, this experience would be like a Birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled into one. I just wasn’t one of those girls. Privacy was key, and currently I was being entitled to none whatsoever.
“So you’re the lass who saved our Harold, eh?”
I came out of my train of thought as I looked up to see a brown haired, tanned, brown eyed and muscular guy was standing right in front of me. Chiselled cheek bones framed a gorgeous face as stubble dotted across his jaw. He stared down at my tiny frame.
Looking over to Harry, I saw him mouth the word ‘Liam’.
I swallowed nervously, “Well, I wouldn’t saw I saved him, I just-“
Suddenly, I was being enveloped in large arms that swallowed me whole.
Warm breath flittered across my ear as Liam mumbled against my dark hair, “Thanks, love. We can never thank you enough.”
I was confused. I didn’t do anything. I did what any other person would do if they were scared of seeing someone be splattered onto the pavement right in front of them.
As the hug went on, I felt further sets of arms envelope me also. What was this? Let’s hug Riley day or something? I was in a Double One Direction sandwich and Harry was smirking in the corner as he revelled in my discomfort.
Bastard, I thought to myself.
I laughed as I tried my best to pat all of them on the back awkwardly, “Guys, I realise we’re all real thankful- but can we lighten up on the hugging? I’m too small for this shit.”
Mumbling apologies and laughs, the tangled arms released from around me.
The Irish one spoke again, “Well we’re real glad you were around when Harry decided to fling himself in front of a truck. Means a lot to us. I don’t even know how the One Direction Hairspray line would have survived without those wavy locks enticing people to buy it.”
Laughing, I easily fell into the casual banter going on around me. They weren’t stuck-up snobs at all. They were just a bunch of ordinary guys who happened to be the focus of millions of girls’ desires.
“WHY THE HELL WOULD HE DO THAT? THEY CAN’T JUST KILL HIM.” Louis screeched.
“No, this is not happening right now.” Niall gasped.
After hours of watching movies, throwing popcorn at each other and eating pizza- I had memorised everybody’s names. And despite many protests from the guys, we had just finished watching ‘The Fault in Our Stars.’
Rubbing under my eyes, I giggled at the crying faces around me, “I thought you guys said you were all macho and wouldn’t cry?”
Zayn sniffled as he threw a cushion at me, “Why would you make us watch this bullshit, you witch?”
“Why would you throw this pillow at me, douche?” I help up the satin object.
“It’s a metaphor!” he laughed.
I snorted, “Don’t blame me, blame Mr John Green. He kills you slowly, and then all at once.”
I lay on the floor, surrounded by a pillow fort surrounded by the world’s biggest boy band. If you had told me I would be doing this a few days ago, I would have laughed in your face and told you to shove right off.
“You guys need to read the book. It’s a crime to watch the movie and not read the book.” A voice came from behind me and I felt as though the person had stolen the words right out of my mouth.
I turned around to find Harry waving the book in his hand. No way.
“Bullshit.” I snapped.
“No, I’m a human being actually. So technically it would be classed as human-shit.” Harry quipped.
I crimpled my face up in disgust, “Whatever, I still don’t believe you read it.”
“That’s stereotypical, don’t ya think? Just because I’m a guy, you presume I haven’t read it.”
I glared at him, “Actually, I assumed you couldn’t read and that would be the reason why. But y’know think what you want.”
Harry mockingly put a hand to his chest, “I swear if you hadn’t of chosen to save my life- I might take your hurtful comments to heart Miss Clarke.”
“God, you guys are like an old-married couple.” Louis commented.
I shot my head in his direction and glared intensely.
“Harry wishes.” I snapped.
“Riley wishes.” Harry growled.
Just as I was about to lay one on him, a knock sounded at the door.
What I didn’t know, was that arguments with Harry Styles were the least of my problems…
Something was coming, something bad.
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