Dirty Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 9 - Couples things, smiles, and a bug mouthed Niall Horan

I woke up with light streaming into my room, blinding me. At first I don't remember where I am but then the memories from yesterday come flooding back, one in particular. Why did Harry kiss me? Was he just being funny and flirty? I'm so confused.

I look to the clock to see that it's already 10 a.m. Okay, maybe the boys are up. I walk downstairs and head straight for the kitchen, hoping to find at least one person to talk to.

When I walk into the kitchen I unexpectedly find not just one, but five people looking at me.

"Morning," I say cheerfully.

"Good morning beautiful, I see you got a good night's sleep," Louis answers, smiling at me. There's a mischievous glint in those eyes, what's up?

"I slept very well. What are we doing today?"

"Well, if its okay, Eleanor and Danielle are going to be coming over, they've been dying to meet you."

"Of course it's okay! I've been dying to meet them as well; I need some females to talk to." I am so excited, finally, someone to talk to that isn't a guy.

"Well that's good because they'll be here in an hour."

"What!" I spit out the orange juice that I had just taken a sip of. "I need to take a shower and get ready!"

I turn around and run out of the kitchen and back up to my room. If I meet Danielle and Eleanor today I at least need to be presentable. I quickly jump into the shower, wash my hair, body, and face, and then hop out. That alone kills about 15 minutes. I put braids in my hair so that when I take them out the bottom will be wavy, put on some light makeup and set out to find an outfit.

I settled on some bright purple skinny jeans, black peep-toe flats, a white camisole, and a loose-fitting black v-neck cardigan over. Simple, yet cute. I take my hair out of its braids and let it fall on my shoulders in soft waves, perfect. I look to the clock, 10:45, crap. I give myself the once over in my mirror, decide I look fine, and then go down to the living room to sit with the boys. They were all sitting about, playing on their phones and laptops. Typical.

I walk out quietly and make my way towards the lounge, what I need is in there. When I walk in I spot exactly what I want, a black Grand Piano, perfection. I spot some books that hold sheet music and flip through until I find a song to play.

Once I find the perfect one I place it on the music desk, sit down and start to play. My fingers move gracefully across the keys and I begin to sing (start song on side):

Some people live for the fortune

Some people live just for the fame

Some people live for the power, yeah

Some people live just to play the game

Some people think that the physical things

Define what's within

And I've been told before

But that life's a bore

So full of the superficial

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I close my eyes, playing both from memory and feeling.

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Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you baby

If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything