Being Harry Styles' Beard

chapter four

I open the door to see the other three boys I saw this morning dressed and ready to go. In normal and very very hot condition.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming Louis and Harry are making out and I felt like a third wheel." I joke.

"Shut up Clara! That's so not true!" Harry calls and the boys laugh.

"Hey, about this morning-" Niall starts but I cut him off. "I don't even want to know. It's all good." I laugh a little remembering how we first met and Niall is doing the same because he starts to blush.

"Well, are we ready to go?" Liam says clapping his hands together. He looked so much more responsible than the rest of them and it was kind of funny to me.

Everyone is chorusing 'yes'es, and 'yeahs'. We all head out of Louis room and I realize that I don't have my phone or shoes or my wallet.

"Hey uhm I have to go grab something quick." I say for everyone to hear but since they are a little ahead only Niall hears me because he is the closest to me.

"I'll come with." He says and butterflies fucking erupt in my stomach like World War fucking 2.

"Okay." I say shyly. Oh my gosh, Clara, what are you doing? Get it together.

We reach Harry's room and I remember he never gave me a key. Well this is going to be embarrassing.

"I don't have a key." I say to Niall because that's honestly the only way I could think of saying it. Nope, didn't think of a clever joke to tell him some how. Just flat out told him. He probably thinks I'm stupid or something.

"Oh. It's a'right. All of our keys match up. Hold on." He gets a key and opens the door. He's fumbling with his hands as if he's nervous or something and I stifle a laugh.

I run in and put on my low-top white converse, then grab my wallet and phone.

"You good?" Niall asks and I nod then we walk out locking the door behind us.

Niall's phone starts ringing like crazy and I feel a little embarrassed. He's getting all these text messages and I'm just here. I insecurely look at my phone and reply to Katie's texts. She's just asking me how everything is going and if they guys are hotter in person, typical Katie. Niall's phone rings again while he's typing away.

"You must be very popular." I manage to say and he rolls his eyes playfully.

"This is the boys and I group chat. They're wondering where we are." He explains.

"Oh." We both laugh a little.

"They're down there waiting for us." He informs me.

"Oh. Okay." We reach a lift and we both get on.

"So, how did you manage to be Harry's friend? I only became his friend because it was forced. You had to have a choice, right?" Niall jokes and we both laugh.

"Oh, no. Our friendship was forced too." I go along with the joke even though we both know we love Harry to death.

"So, how long do you plan on staying?" Niall asks.

"I'm not so sure. Me coming here was so last minute. Harry. Uhm, is he okay? He told me that he felt like he wasn't himself or something like that." I look up at Niall because he's a little bit taller than me.

"Erm, yeah. Him and Louis are just having a really hard time. But they are handling it very well considering everything." He says his input as his hands go into his pockets and he rocks back and forth a bit on the heels of his feet.