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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16. "What video?""

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

Who gets turned on just by having their hair brushed?

My mind is reeling, my heart is racing and my body is…hell…I don’t know what my body is doing, but whatever it is, it is making it hard to breath.

The silence is deafening between us right now, but I know he can hear me breathing. Oh God, does he know? Does he know that I am coming undone by each gentle stroke of the brush? God, I cannot think straight with his clean, fresh from the shower minty toothpaste scent invading my senses. Oh God, please help me…

“Helloooo….earth to Maggie….come in Maggie.” I hear him say suddenly pulling me from my trance.

“Huh, what?” I ask.

“I asked if you had one of those hair band things, so I can pull your hair up.”

“Yeah, right here.” I say handing him the black scrunchy that I had in my lap.

“Do you want me to braid it?”

“What?” I say with a giggle.

“You heard me.”

“I think, I heard you ask if I wanted you to braid it.”

“Then you would be right.”

“Harry, do you really know how to braid hair?”

“Well, no…,” he says with a long pause. “But it can’t be that hard.”

“Okay,” I say laughing. “Go for it!”

“You don’t think I can do it, do you?” He asks, obviously disturbed by my lack of faith.

“I think…that you think, that you can do it.”

“Hmph…I can do it Maggie, and it will be the best damn braid that you ever had…and then you will come to me begging me to braid your hair because I am the best hair braider ever…and maybe, just maybe I might do it, but only if you ask nicely.”

“Okay, Harry.” I say, barely catching my breath because I am laughing so hard. “I believe you.”

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles while pulling on my still wet hair.

I feel him tugging and pulling relentlessly on my hair then shaking it out with his fingers in order to start over. I try to contain my laughter as I hear him cursing under his breath.

“Stop laughing!” He barks, which only makes me laugh harder.

“Can I offer a suggestion?” I ask.

“What?”

“Will you let me walk you through it?”

“Ugh…I suppose, if that will make you feel better.”

“It would, Mr. Smarty Pants and you may learn something in the process.”

“Have had it then.” He says in kind of a pissy tone.

“Okay, take my hair and gather it at the base of my hairline.

“Okay.” He says after he has collected my hair.

“Now…Divide it into three even sections.”

“Like this?”

I take my hand and feel that he has indeed separated my hair in three parts. “Yes,” I say, I’m excited knowing that he can follow directions. “Now take the right section and cross it over the middle section.”

“Got it!” He says enthusiastically. “I then take this section and cross it over the middle section too…right?”

“Right.” I say. “Now keep repeating that sequence until you get to the end of my hair.”

“This is actually kind of fun.” He says as he works on my hair.

“Really?” I say, trying to turn my head to look at him.

“Will you hold still…please?” He asks while preventing my head from turning.

“Yes sir.” I giggle.

“And…yes really, this is actually a little relaxing too.” He announces.

“Uh…okay.” I say snickering.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh…I was just thinking that if you ever got bored with the whole boyband thing, that you and Niall could open up your own hair and nail salon. You could call it Niall and Harry’s Beauty Boutique.”

“Ha, ha, very funny…actually the sign would say Harry and Niall’s Beauty Boutique.”

“Oh yeah right, I sure hope that there’s enough room on that sign for your ego.”

“Um…I don’t know…it’s pretty big, but we can discuss that later.”

“Shut-up!!!!” I cry, not sure where he was going with this conversation, but I don’t think we were talking about sign’s and egos anymore.

“Oh Maggie, get your mind out of the gutter, love.”

“Uh…excuse me, my mind wasn’t in the gutter, until you put it there.” I tell him.

“Voilà...all done,” he announces, completely ignoring my last comment. “I must say Mags, it looks good, if I do say so myself. Now sit still a moment longer so I can take a photo.”

“Okay,” I say as I reach my hand back to touch the braid, it feels tight, I’ll check it out later, when he is not looking.”

“Hey…don’t touch it!” He demands. “You’ll mess it up.”

“Ooh…sorry.” I say sarcastically. “What do you plan on doing with that picture, Harry?”

“I am going to add to my portfolio, I may need it if I am going to become a famous hair designer.”

“You’re silly, you know that right?”

“Yep, but you love me anyway.”

“Eh…jury is still out on that one.” I say as I jump up from the couch. “You did order my food didn’t you?” I ask as I throw my arms around his waist for a quick hug to thank him for helping me with my hair.

Before he could answer me, there was a loud knock on the door, followed by someone saying “Room Service”.

Harry lets out a “damn” under his breath as I quickly release him. He continues to mumble as he walks to the door.

“Hey man,” he says to the guy at the door. He steps aside letting him enter the room. I’m pretty sure it is the same one from yesterday…err…I mean the day before, I think his name is Cody.

“I’m glad to see that you are feeling better, Ms. Kincaid.” Cody says as he transfers our food from the cart to the table.

“Um…thank you?” I say having no recollection of seeing him prior to me and Liam’s breakfast the other day.

“Has she seen the video yet?” He says to Harry, who I catch frantically shaking his head no and then stops suddenly when he catches me glaring at him.

“Thank you Cody for bringing our food.” He says as he nervously ushers him out the door.

“What video, Harry?” I ask standing before him with my arms crossed tightly across my chest.

“Oh…um…its nothing, love,” he sheepishly says while taking my face in his hands kissing me in the center of my forehead. He then grips me by the shoulders turning me toward the direction of the dinette table. “Niall and…err…I shot a little video here and there, and you may be on some of it.”

“Is that so?” I snarl looking up at him before taking my seat.

“I was going to tell you, really I was. I just hadn’t got around to it yet.” He confesses as he takes a seat across from me.

“What is on these videos?” I ask as I pour my ranch dressing over my salad.

“There’s only six or seven, and there all less than five minutes or so long.” He says before taking a big bite out of his burger. “One is of the doctor giving you the needle, one of you begging Louis to stay. There is one of the doctor setting your wrist, then one of the doctor applying your cast, which I helped by the way. There’s one were you see Perri and Zayn, that one is especially funny and the one when Niall paints your nails.”

“I begged for Louis to stay?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Hmph…you know that I am going to want to see these so-called videos…right?”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” He growls.

“What’s wrong with you?” I demand.

“Oh…I don’t know, maybe the fact that out of all of the videos that I just described, the only one that you asked about was the one with Louis.”

“So?” I bitterly ask. “Does that bother you?”

“Yes, yes it does bother me.” He says angrily stuffing a bunch of fries in his mouth.

“Why?”

“I don’t know why, Maggie, it just does…okay?”

“No, it’s not okay, Harry. You are acting like you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” He declared.

“Then what is it?”

“You know, you ask too many questions and now I’ve lost my appetite.” He says as he gets up from the table.

“Harry, talk to me.” I plead as I get up and follow him into the other room.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Maggie.” He says with a much softer tone as he throws his things into his bag.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve got stuff to do.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Just stuff, Maggie.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Then why are you acting like this?” I cry.

“I’ll see you later, Maggie.” He says looking at me with sad eyes. “I’ll have my assistant set you up an appointment to have your cast cut down.” He adds before going out the door.

I watch in shock as he closes the door behind him. “What the hell just happened?” I say out loud. I sink into the corner of the sofa and I literally feel like crying. I frantically try to process the last 15 minutes in my mind, each time coming up to the same conclusion. He has lost his cotton picking mind.

 

 

~~~~Harry’s POV~~~~

Two feet from her door. I stop. I drop my cinch sack and lean against the wall, eventually sliding to the floor in utter despair. Why am I such an idiot, why do I even care, I mean, I just met her and I’m letting her affect me this much. Fuck that.

Pick yourself up Styles and go back in there and apologize like a real man, my subconscious is screaming to me. You care, because you like her, you’re not an idiot…okay yes you are, but you know that there is a connection, even if she doesn’t yet. Who cares that you just met her, who cares if she is about to be employed by your company and who cares that she is worried about what Louis thinks.

Yeah…Who Cares!?! Pushing my subconscious to the side. I stand from my spot on the floor and mentally ready myself to go back in there. Being the man that I know I am, I am going to swallow my pride and ask her to forgive me…and I am prepared to beg if I have to.

Approaching the door, I must decide to either knock or use the key that she doesn’t know that I have. I choose the element of surprise, besides she may not open the door if she knows it’s me on the other side.

I slide the keycard in the slot and I quietly turn the handle. Startling her, I see her jump up from the sofa as I enter the room. I throw my bag on the table as I make my way over to her. I see that her cheeks are flushed and her eyes slightly puffy as if she had been crying…and she just stands there beautifully silent, watching me. Oh God, I made her cry.

Not taking my eyes off of her I methodically close the distance between us, and the closer I get, the more my heart races. What do I say to her? Everything that I just practiced in my head has just gone out the window. I am so close that I can actually smell the sweet vanilla that I solely associate with her now.

What do I do? Oh God. What do I do? My mind goes blank as I finally reach her, and without another thought…I crush my lips against hers.

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