Maggie's BOYS

"Starting over is easy.....said no one....ever!"





Follow me... as I embark on a new, crazy and utterly insane road to self-discovery as a MENTOR/HANDLER/TBD for the super group One Direction. Be there as I forge relationships with these five young men, learn who I bond with and who I don’t. Heart strings are pulled, buttons are pushed, and lines are crossed. Is this the excitement and adventure that I had in mind or am I on a journey that is destined for disaster.

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15. "A hill of what?"

 

 

~~~~~Harry’s POV~~~~~

 

A faint vanilla scent still lingered in the room. God, if she only knew what she does to me. I know I just met her, but my body literally explodes from the inside out with crazy emotions whenever I am near her. I can’t explain it, I don’t want to explain it…I want to explore it.

From the moment that I saw her sitting behind that huge table calling Louis out, I was captivated. “Feisty” was the first word that came to mind and out of my mouth after seeing her go toe to toe with Lou the way that she did. I was in complete awe at the way she shut him up, and then shut him down with only a “look” and a few choice words. It was also funny as hell. I still can’t believe that he retreated as quickly as he did, that is so unlike the Louis that I know. But for some bizarre reason he backed down and hid in the corner like a scared little bunny.

The only time that I have ever seen him back down from any type of argument, debate or discussion was when he…wait…I have never seen him back down…from anyone or anything. In “The World According to Louis” he is never wrong. So why was he so quick to walk away? Come to think of it, I am now wondering if he fancy’s her too. That would explain why I caught him staring at her when he thought no one was looking. Ahhh damn! He does fancy her, that little shit.

Why didn’t I see it earlier? Probably because I was so busy being wrapped up with my own crush on her, to even notice him, noticing her. Damn.

I guess I’ll need to have a little chat with him too, I already had to remind Liam that he has a girlfriend. He adamantly denied crushing on Maggie, of course, and now he is sore at me for even suggesting it. But I really think that he is just feeling guilty and is being pissy because I busted him.

I grab the t-shirt that Maggie threw at me just a few minutes ago and pull it over my head, I scan the floor for my gym shorts and I can see that they are halfway under the bed. Once dressed, I grab my toothbrush and travel bag from my black and neon green cinch bag. As I make my way to the other bathroom, it hits me that I didn’t bring toothpaste. Shit.

“Maggie?” I say as a lightly tap on the door.

“Yeah?” She says from the other side.

“Could you please put some toothpaste on my toothbrush for me, I seem to have left mine behind.”

“Sure, just give me a sec.”

I wait just a few seconds before I hear the door unlock and a tiny hand eagerly slips through the partial opening.

“Thanks.” I say as I hand her my toothbrush.

“No problem.” She says while pulling her hand back.

As I am waiting patiently for her to return with my toothbrush I can plainly hear that she is arguing with herself.

“Is everything okay in there?”

“No Harry, it’s not!”

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” she says as she flings the door open, standing in only a towel. A fluffy blue and white striped towel that rests about six inches above her knees. “This damn cast is what’s wrong! This damn pink cast!”

“Here let me help you.” I laugh, trying not to stare at her in that fluffy blue and white striped towel.

“It’s not funny.” She says as she steps out of the way allowing me to enter her bathroom. I find my toothbrush in the sink, I am guessing that’s where she threw it in her little bout of anger. I rinse the toothpaste off of the brush, and everything she managed to get it on, including herself. I squeeze some new paste on the brush and then ask her where hers was.

“In there,” she says pointing to the half opened drawer.

After doing the same for her brush, I can clearly see her in the mirror wearing that sexy fluffy blue and white striped towel, and I can tell that she is still very agitated.

“What’s wrong now?” I ask.

“Nothing…no…everything! How am I supposed to function with one hand, one left hand for that matter? I mean I couldn’t even squeeze the damn toothpaste on the damn toothbrush…how pathetic is that?” She says as she sits on the side of the bathtub.

“It’s not pathetic, love,” I say taking a seat beside of her. I casually wrap my arm around her bare shoulders while nonchalantly sliding her closer to me and not for one single second forgetting that she was clad in only in that sexy, and incredibly hot fluffy blue and white striped towel.

“But it is, Harry.” She says laying her head on my shoulder, showing signs of defeat.

“How do you figure?”

“Look,” she says raising her head and holding her hands out in front of her. “I can barely bend my fingers because of this darn cast and I don’t have enough strength in my other hand to amount to a hill of beans.”

“A hill of what?”

“Beans, please don’t ask.” She says glaring at me, just daring me to ask her about beans.

“It will be okay, Maggie, you will get used to it.” I say as I envelope her hands in mine. “Maybe we can get the doctor to cut away some of the cast that is around your fingers, that way you can bend them better. But in the meantime, me and the lads are here to help with whatever you need and if you need more beans for your hill I am sure we can help with that too.”

“Oh my God, you are such a nut.” She says laughing at me. “But thank you for the encouragement, and I’m sorry that I am so whiny, I really am stronger than this.”

“I don’t doubt that for a minute, love.”

“Well thanks again,” she says as she playfully bumps my shoulder.

“You’re welcome.” I bump her back. Ugh! I need a fucking cold shower.

After a few moments of sitting in kind of an awkward silence, I stand preparing to leave her on her own.

“Do you need me to help you with anything else?” I ask trying very hard to be a gentlemen and not stare at her in that fluffy blue and white striped towel.

“No, I’m good.” She says.

“Are you sure? My offer to wash your back is still on the table.”

“Um, I think I can manage, but thanks anyway,” she smiles.

“Okaaay, if you say so.” I say pretending to be disappointed as I reach the doorway.

“And…Harry.” she says as she walks behind me.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for being fully clothed.”

“Nooo…thank you for not.” I say smiling.

“Ugh...StopIt.” She says looking down at the floor obviously embarrassed by my statement.

“Stop what?”

“Gooooooo,” she says pushing me out the door.

“I’m going, I’m going,” I say laughing. “Hey, you did say no onions on that salad, right?”

“Right.” She says closing the door on me.

*

*

I call and order our lunch from room service, a grilled cheese and salad for Maggie and a cheeseburger and fries for me. I also ordered two slices of strawberry cheesecake I know it’s not chocolate covered strawberries, but its strawberries all the same.

In the confines of the other bathroom, I strip down and finally take a quick cold shower before finishing up my own beauty ritual. Yes, I said my own beauty ritual. I know that sounds vain and not to mention unmanly, but I am Harry Styles and I do have an image to maintain. Besides, if I have one pimple and then get photographed, I can guarantee it will be on all of the social media sites within the hour. Hell, I may even find a website dedicated to it, you never know with our fans.

I think I hear Maggie rustling around in the other room, so I quickly pack up my travel bag and grab my dirty clothes out of the floor.

“Did you take a shower too?” I hear her ask from the kitchen as I enter the main room.

“Yeah, I took a quick one, I hope you don’t mind.” I say.

“No, of course I don’t mind, mi casa su casa.”

“Huh?”

“Harry Styles!” She shrieks as she comes around the corner.

“Whaaaat?” I say with a huge grin on my face, because I know exactly where she is going next.

“I know you know what that phrase means.”

“You bet your bottom dime, I do.”

“Dollar.”

“Dollar?” I ask, a little confused and totally taken aback by the state of her hair, which literally looks like a tangled mess. Even though she looks really cute in her baggy USMC t-shirt and black cargo shorts, I just can’t seem to get past her hair.

“It’s bet your bottom dollar, not dime and stop staring at my hair like that…I already know it’s a mess.”

“Okay, love, as long as you are aware of it.” I say as I try desperately to keep a straight face.

“Yes, I am very aware of it, thank you very much.” She says as she smacks me across the arm. “I was actually going to ask if you would help me with it.”

“I don’t know if anyone can help that.” I say with a laugh as I take a seat on the couch.

“Hmph…I bet Niall could,” she says. “I already know he is good at painting nails, so I’m sure he can handle a hairbrush.”

“Give me the brush.” I say taking it from her knowing damn well that she had just set me up. Niall is my mate, but the thought of him touching her hair, just sent waves of fury all the way through my body.

“Thank you,” she says with a truly sinister smile as she sits downs beside of me.

With her back to me I can’t help but deeply take in her sweet vanilla scent as I gather her long blondish hair in my hands. I have her turn to her side so I have better access, gently brushing, releasing more tangles with each stroke.

“Man, your hair is thick.” I say trying to break the awkward silence that has fallen between us.

“I know…right?” She says with a laugh. “Don’t get me wrong, I truly love my hair, but sometimes I just want to cut it all off.”

“I think you would really miss it if you did that.”

“Oh, I know I would.” She says. “But sometimes, just sometimes, I would like to not have to spend 20 minutes combing out the tangled curls.”

“Well today you don’t have too, I have that luxury for you.” I say as I watch her hair spring into curls as the brush releases it.

“I really appreciate you for doing this for me, Harry. I really, really do.” She whispers reaching behind her back to squeeze my hand.

“It is my pleasure, love.” I whisper back.

I can feel the heat slowly rise between us and it is mind-blowing, who would have thought that simply brushing someone’s hair could be so intimate, so sexy, and so fucking hot. As I sense a tightness growing in my lower region I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to touch her, to hold her, to taste her…and I wonder if she feels it too.

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