One Directions Maids

Chapter 1

Mayleens POV

I had ran into the mansion with my uniform on. The back of my dress was flying up in the wind and I could tell every guy outside was probably trying to get a peek of my ass. The stupid uniform that Harry makes me wear. A french maids outfit. And every time I bend over, he slaps my ass. Its annoying as hell and he's a total perv.

I shut the door and Harry was standing right in front of me. "Shit. Hi Harry. I know I was late but my landlord was bugging me about rent and everything else and then he kept flirting with me." If you're imagining that he's old, he's not. He's 20 and sexy but he's not my type. I don't think I really have a type, but I don't care.

"Clean my room then Zayn wants you to organize his hair stuff and Niall needs you to clean his room." I sighed and dragged myself up to Harrys disgusting room. I shuttered as I walked in. His room didn't look too bad today. I was just about to strip his sheets when I screamed.

"Harry!!!" His head peered around the corner of the door.

"Yes?"

"You seriously do this every day don't you." I said as I pointed the cream colored substance on his sheets.

"But I was thinking of you though." My expression went blank.

"You're a creep." I went back to stripping the sheets. Harry walked up behind me and hugged my waist. "Let go. I have to work."

"Call me Master and I'll let you go." I mentally shuttered. I cursed every word I knew in my mind before I answered,

"Please let me go Master. I have to keep working." Harry let me go and let me finish. I quickly left his room and started down the hall. I passed Dakota and gave a silent nod. She nodded back and continued on her journey. I shoved his laundry in the washer and walked another hundred flights of stairs to Zayns room.

It was horrible. He never asked me to clean his room but he has thousands of hair care products. Zayn probably has more than a teenage girl. And I would know cause I am one, eighteen and hating it! I knocked on his door and walked in. He was sleeping with his phone going insane in his hand. I checked. Zayn had like, 100 texts. The newest one was from Harry. I never looked at his messages but he was always texting. It was like the phone was super-glued to his hand. He had a note on his dresser that read: Mayleen, alphabetize my hair products please and do my laundry. If Im asleep then leave me be. Thanks, Zayn.

All of his hair stuff was messed up and jumbled up. I alphabetized them all, which took at least an hour and a half. It seemed to take forever. I finished and hopped downstairs to Nialls room.

It was the normal. Open the drapes, pick up the dishes and clothes and vacuum. It was cleaner than usual. He only had a few plates compared to his usual 500 dishes.

I finished and walked to the couch and layed down. I love breaks.

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Dakotas POV

I nodded at Mayleen as I walked down the hallway towards Louis' room. She was carrying Harrys nasty sheets. I didn't even want to think about what that cream stuff on them was.

I turned the corner and went to Louis' room. He was asleep on his bed. I walked silently over to the window and opened the curtains.

"Keep them closed please." Louis moaned sleepily as the light hit his face.

"Yes, Sir." I replied obediantly closing the drapes. He rolled over, sighed, and fell back asleep. I walked around the room and quietly cleaned it as he slept. There wasn't that much to clean. Last nights dishes, a few scattered clothes, and some trash. Nothing I can't handle.