Mask || Harry Styles AU

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HARRY STYLES

Sunday

The journey to Niall and Zayn's place takes longer than usual because of the time of day. Pulling up into one of the spaces in the underground parking garage, I jump out of my matte black Audi R8, and head inside. On the way I check my phone and see replies from everyone except Niall and Zayn which is ironic seeing as they're the two I needed to speak to most.

Once in the lobby of their building I walk over to the lift, catching the attention of the receptionist on the way. She very obviously looks me up and down, batting her eyelashes, smiling as I catch her in the act. She's hot, petit and blonde with a pretty good rack, I make a mental note for later; she must be new. I smirk slightly and she blushes, before turning around and pushing the button for the lift to open.

Outside their door I knock and wait a few seconds with no answer. Jiggling the door handle I realise it's open and roll my eyes at their stupidity. But the sight in front of me once I'm through forces a full on scoff out of my mouth.

Firstly, I see Niall passed out and lying on the pool table in only his pants. Underneath the pool table, on the hardwood floor, also unconscious is his girlfriend who for the life of me I cannot remember the name of. It always seems to be on the tip of my tongue? But what really makes me rase my brows is the fact they're holding hands; pathetic. Darting my eyes across the room I see Zayn face down on the sofa with a spliff in one hand and a cushion covering his arse which I assume is bare because that would be just like him. There's also feathers spread across the room from what I'm assuming is the result of a torn cushion, three open boxes of half eaten pizza on the floor and four cans of whipped cream. I don't even wanna know what they're from.

I walk straight past the farm yard explosion and into the kitchen to grab myself a coffee. Just as I reach up to grab a myself a mug from the top cupboard I hear someone's voice coming from the other room. The noise gets increasingly louder as well as a light set of footsteps. I turn around to see non other than the wonderful woman whom is the reason for my shit night holding her boots in one hand and her phone up to her ear in the other.

"No, Leo I'm so sorry okay, you're fine right? Are you home yet or still at Mike's?" She says, sounding worried and almost frantic and she speaks down the line.

Clearly oblivious to my presence she bends down, placing her shoes on the floor. Not to sound like a total creep but- her arse jesus fuck.

Shaking my head to snap myself out of ogling at her behind I cough to make my presence to her known.

She immediately whips her head around to look at me and her eyes widen clearly not expecting to see me. She looks at me for a while in what could either be interpreted at shock or confusion before she seems to be snapped out of whatever thoughts are whirling around in her head by the person on the other end of the line.

"Ugh yeah, I've gotta go, I'll be home in twenty minutes, I'm really sorry bubs," she says quickly before hanging up and pulling on her other boot.

"Umm, hey," She says to me as she stands up and re-adjusts her jeans.

"Hey," I say smirking at her dishevelled state. "Busy night?" I ask sarcastically.