Scar Tissue (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8: It's All Fun and Games

Authors Note: 

Hello lovely readers! Here is chapter 8! This is gonna be a good one :)

~Recap~

"I really need to get home...." I trailed off as I shook my head.

"Oh, come on love. We insist." Zayn said as the other boys nodded in agreement.

"No, really I shouldn't. I wouldn't want to be a bother..." I tried again.

"Please Elle, it's not safe out there and it would kill us to know that something happened to you on our account or on any account really." Louis looked at me sympathetically as if apologizing that I had to drive here in the first place. I gave him a small smile then sighed. 

"Alright then." I mumbled. The boys cheered "but I promise I'll be out of your hair as soon as I can be." I said as I pointed at them with a stern look, making it seem as if I really didn't care to be there. Although that was far from the truth. I'm terrified of storms and I don't think my nerves could handle driving in one any longer. We all got out of the car and ran towards the front door trying not to get anymore wet (and failing miserably I might add). I took my soaked shoes off and Louis wrapped a towel around me to dry off with before we got the floor wet. 

This is gonna be interesting........

~End Recap~

*Elle's POV* 

After the boys were somewhat dry they headed off to what I assume was their bedrooms. Me being the weirdo I am stood there awkwardly, repeatedly shifting from the balls of my feet my tippy toes. Just as the boys reached the bottom of the stairs Harry turned to me. 

"Come on love, I'll give you some dry clothes wear." he offered sweetly.

"Nah, that's alright. I'm sure they will dry soon enough." I said as I gave him a small smile. He shook his head as he walked back over to me grabbing my hand. 

"Nonsense, you'll get sick if you stay in those clothes. I won't take no for an answer." he stated. I didn't argue with him as he led me to his room. He flicked on the light and stripped his shirt off. I admired his chiseled back as he made his way over to his closet. Damn, this boy was fit. What, no! Elle you can't think that, co-workers don't think of those things! A minute later he walked back to me holding a pile of clothes. My eyes drifted to his abs a bit then back up to his face and he gave me cheeky wink. He chuckled as I turned my face and blushed madly.

"Here ya go. There's a dryer in the first room on the right at the bottom of the stairs and a bathroom across the hall if you want to take a shower." he said as he handed me the pile of his clothes.  

"Thanks." I nodded and smiled. As I reached door he called to my name.

"Hey Elle?" he questioned.

"Yeah?" I said, signaling him to continue. He gave me big dimply smile before continuing.

"Enjoy the view?" He asked with a smirk. At this I blushed even more than before.

"Shut up Styles." I muttered as I turned to leave again. I heard him laugh as I shut the door. I walked to the bathroom and stripped the wet clothes from my body. I hopped in the shower and my muscles relaxed as the hot water soothed my body. I washed my body and hair then got out. I wrapped a towel around both my body and hair trying to dry off. I slipped on Harry's clothes and threw my hair into a messy bun. His clothes nearly swallowed me whole. His gray v-neck shirt came down to about mid thigh. His navy blue sweat pants still sagged low even though I had tied them and had to roll the legs up so I wouldn't walk on them.