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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14. "Skittles, taste the rainbow."

 

I lift the mysterious arm up and off of me. I’m kind of nervous and my heart is racing fast, I can’t even remember the last time a man slept in my bed with me, but at least I remember why. Right now I am drawing a complete blank as to who this is lying beside me and that scares the shit out of me.

I sit up scooting my back up against the headboard, I can now fully see that the naked tanned back with the overly tatted arms is connected to a messy mop of dark curls.

Ugh…Harry

I poke him with my foot from underneath the heavy blanket that we are sharing and all I get is a grunt.

“Harry, wake up,” I say, poking him on the shoulder this time. Again, he just grunted, then moaned.

“Harry?”

“Stop…poking…me.” His voice is muffled by his pillow.

“Harry!” I shout, jerking his pillow out from under his head.

“Whaaaaaat?!?” He growls.

“Wake up.”

“No.”

“Now, Harry!” I hiss, hitting him across his back with the same pillow.

“Stop!” He cries. “I’m awake, I’m awake.”

“Why are you in my bed?” I watch him closely as he sits up, he carefully and methodically keeps the blanket over his mid-section. I had to force myself to look away and not stare at his beautifully carved chest. I don’t know if I was more enchanted by his tats or by his physique or both. I think both.

“Huh…what?” He asks.

“Why…are…you…in…my…bed?” I repeated.

“I’m glad to see that you’re finally awake and back to normal.” He says in his deep husky morning voice.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Ooh, maybe I’m not glad you’re finally awake.”

“Harrry!!!!” I shout hitting him with my pillow again.

“Owwwwwww…Maggie...that hurt!” He cries.

“Good, now tell me.” I demand.

“Because…I’m babysitting you.”

“Why in the hell are you…babysitting me?” I ask turning away from him as I throw the heavy blanket off of me.

“Cause it’s my turn.” He says groggily rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Uh…what do you mean by…my turn?” I say as I climb out of my giant bed. Still confused by my surroundings and the fact that Harry is practically naked in my bed, I set off in search of my phone, which is usually on my night stand, but it’s not there. “I’m waiting….” I say while still looking for my phone.

“Me and my mates are watching you in shifts.” I hear him say from his spot on my bed.

“Because….?”

“Because the doc said that you couldn’t be left alone for like 24 hours.”

“Now, why didn’t you just say that to begin with?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because…A…I just woke up and B…Some crazy girl is poking me and trying to beat me with her pillow.”

“Hmph…well for the record…you’re a really lousy babysitter.”

“Uh…why is that?”

“Uh….helloooo, you were sleeping and babysitters don’t sleep when they are supposed to be watching.”

“Oh, okay you got me there,” he says grinning.

“So why did the doctor want you to watch me?” I ask as I pick his shirt up off of the floor.

“Do you not remember, love?” He asks as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Remember what?”

“Ummm…the last 24 hours?”

“Of course, I do,” I say. “The last thing that I remember is…um…is…” I really had to think about it for a minute. “Oh, I remember racing Liam in the hallway, and I remember when that bratty boy jumped out in front of me, making me fall and causing me to lose the race.”

Anything else?” He asks with a seriously evil looking smirk on his face.

“No, not really.” I say while looking down at my bare feet, in which I notice that each toe was painted a different color. What the hell, I hold my hands out in front of me and see that they too are painted every friggen color of the rainbow. “What is this?” I ask shoving my hands in Harry’s face.

“That would be Niall’s handy work, love.” He says laughing.

Not a bad job, if i do say so myself, but all of a sudden I have a crazy urge to eat a bag of Skittles. 

“What is going on, Harry? I feel like I am in the middle of a “Twilight Zone” episode.”

“Don’t you mean “Criminal Minds”?

“What?!?”

“Well you told us that you fancy Derrick Morgan, but you would want to marry Spencer Reed, because he has an idelic memory and that he would never forget your birthday.”

“Are you serious, I really said that?”

“Oh yes and much, much more.”

“Well first of all it’s not idelic it’s eidetic, and I really don’t know if I would want to marry Spencer, because I could have so much more fun with Derrick.” I say smiling, letting him know that I am not taking any of this too seriously.

“It’s nice to know that you have a sense of humor about all of this.”

“Uh…how can I not? Just look at me, I am a complete and utter mess and who for the love of God chose this ugly ass bright pink color for my cast?”

“That would be you, love.” He says trying very hard not to laugh.

“Oh, alrighty then…so what time is it anyway, for some reason I can’t find my phone and I am supposed to have my one on one with Zayn and Perrie at 2 o’clock today.”

“Oh boy.”

“What now?” I cringe.

“That was yesterday, today is Friday.”

“What happened to Thursday?”

“You pretty much slept through it, except for when you were awake, but then again you weren’t really awake.”

“Oh that figures, so is there any other crazy stuff that I did that I should know about?” I reluctantly probe, praying to God that he says no.

“Tons,” he says not hiding his amusement.

Shit, so much for that. I decided at that moment that I do not want to know anything else. I’m going to just chalk it up to some bad luck and move on. Oh hell, who am I kidding I am going to obsess until I know every detail of everything that I did and said during my drug induced ride.

“Have you seen my phone?” I ask as I once again pick up Harry’s shirt. I can’t help but get overwhelmed by his scent that is coming from the shirt, it’s almost euphoric.

“It’s in the other room, it kept ringing and we didn’t want to turn it off, but we didn’t want it to disturb you either.”

“Oh, you don’t know who happened to call…do you?”

“Your friend Melissa, Liam talked to her though.”

“Okay, that is good, I’m pretty sure she was probably freaking out.”

“Yeah, Liam said that she wasn’t too happy, but he calmed her down and explained everything.”

“Good, I will call her after I get out of the shower, which I am going to take now… Damn! Damn! Damn!”

“What is it?”

“How am I supposed to take a shower with this cast on?”

“I could help.” He announces showing off his white teeth and deep dimples.

“Um…try again.” I say knocking him back to reality.

“Fine, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I think I’ll take my chances.”

“Suit yourself, your cast is waterproof, by the way.” He says in a defeated tone.

“Well thank you for telling me that, I know how hard that was for you.” I say grinning, purposely making fun of him.

“Yeah whatever.”

I dart around the room digging in my drawers and suitcase for a change of clothes, all the while still holding Harry’s shirt.

“Hey stud, why don’t you go and put some clothes on.” I say as I toss his shirt at him.

“Why?” He says with a smirk. “Don’t you like what you see, love? Don’t lie now, I saw you oogling me earlier.”

“Oogling? I think the word you are looking for is ogling.”

“Oogle, ogle, who cares, you were still staring.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s kind of hard not to stare with your bare chest looking as if a child took a sharpie to it.” Ooooh, good one, Mags, I say as I hypothetically pat myself on the back.

“Ouch, Maggie, that hurt.” He says folding his hands over his heart pretending to pout.

“Good.” I say with a wink and a smile.

“Hey each of these tats have a significant meaning behind them.” He tries to tell me.

“Okay, if you say so Harry.” I say as I approach the bathroom door. “Hey, will you do me a favor?”

“I don’t know Maggie, I am still hurting over here, and I don’t know if I am emotionally stable enough to do any favors. Unless…you wanted me to wash your back, now I could probably manage to do that.”

“You are so relentless.”

“I try.”

“Will you order me a grilled cheese sandwich and a house salad from room service, I am starving.” I ask him in my sweetest voice.

“Yes, I suppose I could do that for you, even though you are soooo cruel to me.”

“Awesome! No onions on the salad please and I would also like some ranch dressing on the side, if that’s not too much trouble.”

“Okay, I got it.”

“Oh and Harry…thank you…thank you…for everything.”

 “You’re welcome, Maggie.”

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