Still the one *Harry Styles fanfiction*

Slumber party with the boys

Still the one *Harry Styles fanfiction*

Part 6- Slumber Party with the boys

Olivia's POV:

Harry, Em, and I walked out of Emma and I's flat and walked out the back so we wouldn't be seen.

I mean come on... We were with Harry Styles.

We walked up to a cab and asked to go to Harry and the rest of One Direction's house. Harry went by the front seat of the car and opened the door for me to get in.

I blushed and smiled up at him as if to say my thanks.

Harry smiled back at me, and we stayed like that for a few minutes, admiring each other in every way.

"Awwwe! HARRY AND OLIVE SITTING IN A TREE! F-U-C-K-I-N-G," Emma laughed at her own joke.

"Shuddap and get in the damn car," I muttered annoyed, blushing.

Harry chuckled and got in the front seat, and watched as the driver started up the car.

As soon as the engine roared to life, Harry turned on the radio.

"Next on Radio 1 is a new song written by a band of five. Its One direction's hit single WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!"

The intro music started and Liam's voice blared loudly from the speakers.

Emma and I started singing along as loud as we could. The cab driver kept giving us weird looks.

"YOU'RE INSECURE. DON'T NO WHAT FOR. YOUR TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WALK THROUGH THE DOO-O-OOR!"

Harry immediately turned it off.

"What you don't like my voice?" I pouted playfully.

"Ya its really rough and crappy. And your so off tune," he replied jokingly.

I fake cried into Emma's shoulder, as Harry laughed at me.

"No seriously Harry. Do you not like your own music, or something?"

Harry laughed. "Of course I do. Its just that if you have to rehearse it like 30 times a day, you'd kind of get sick of hearing it."

I nodded my head as if I got it.

We stayed silent the whole ride to One Direction's house.

Crazy, right? If any other girl was in my position right now, they'd be dying of excitement.

But not me. It wasn't that I hated them, I actually quite enjoyed their music. It was just that I wasn't crazily obsessed like all those other "directioner" girls in school.

I was pulled out of la la land as the driver jerked the car to a stop, signalling that he had parked. I looked up to see that we were in the drive way of a huge white house.

The walls were smooth, ivory stucko, and the parkway was lined with colorful plants.

My eyes darted to the side of the house, where there was a large, recently-cut football (in America, its soccer) field.

"Wow!" I gasped in amazement.

I was in love with football. It was the thing I did most in my free time, other than stalking Ed sheeran and dancing. It let me be who I wanted to be, and set me free.

Harry smiled at my expression and got out of the car. He walked around to my side, widely opened the door, and held out his hand, to help me out. He dragged me through the front doors, Emma following behind, and called out, "BOOBEAR, I'M HOME!"