She Was Mine *ON HOLD FOREVER*

Chapter 15: Fun with Styles

*Louis' POV*

I left Harry;s house swiftly. I kept my eyes to myself knowing Hailey was probably already here waiting for me to leave. I went home quickly but not before picking up some laundry that I had dropped off while at Harry's. Today I planned on busying myself with the house. You know, chores and things like that. Some would be surprised at me; Louis Tomlinson; doing chores. But to be honest I had nothing else on my mind that would interest me more. Cleaning the house could be a redemption if you will. Get my mind off Hailey and make my house only mine again.

I started off by putting my bed sheets in my washing machine, along with some pillow covers, cushion covers, and about anything else that smelled like Hailey. I aslo began to clean out my fridge. Being days away from it something must of went bad. Opening the fridge, I crinkled my nose at the smell. It smelled like spoiled milk, and thats exactly what it was. On the shelf was a puddle of milk. The bag must of ripped. Yes bagged milk, one of Hailey's ideas because it sounded "quirky".

I sighed loudly. It just seemed that no matter what I couldn't get my thoughts away from this girl.

*Hailey's POV*

Harry greeted me with open arms. Stating as soon as he helped me in that he had put new sheets in the guest room and made me some cupcakes the night before. He always had something for us to do each day.

"Make your leg heal faster you know, with a little fun," He claimed.

Knowing there was no way of getting out of Harry's plan I went along with him everyday to wherever he called 'fun'.

It was now Wednesday, almost a week into my stay. I woke up at 9am to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. Every morning I woke up to something different, and Harry seemed to enjoy surprising me.

I went downstairs, into the kitchen, where Harry was facing the stove top, oblivious to my presence. He put a few pancakes onto the plate besides him and turned around placing them on the kitchen table. Looking up, he grinned.

"Morning sunshine, is that a new look?" He teased, referring to my hair.

I stuck my tongue out at him and sat down in front of my plate. Using my fork I helped myself to three pancakes, not really caring if they were still hot. I mean- come on, they were delicious.

"So what's the plan today Styles?" I questioned, taking another bite of pancake.

He was now sitting across from me, eating his own pancakes with his mug of tea on the side.

"Well I was thinking to go somewhere tonight," He said gesturing at me with his fork.

"Doesn't the band have work to do? You know, interviews, signings, anything?" I asked.

"Got the winter off love." He answered. "And might I add its absolutely wonderful," He added, grinning with a mouthful of pancake.

"You're gross Haz," I said laughing. "So where we going?"

"Clubbing, or whatever the young kids call it these days,"

"You're nineteen Haz," I reminded him.

"Am I really?"

"Ok enough joking, wheres this club."

"Don't know yet. Gotta find one."

"Well while you search I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower." I stated, getting up.

"You know what?" He asked excitedly.

"What?"

"I'm going to take you shopping, for a new outfit for tonight."

I mentally groaned. I Didn't wanted to go in public, let alone with Harry Styles, where his privacy didn't seem to matter to the media, or fans. He looked at me grinning-as if he came up with the greatest idea since bagged milk- waiting on what seemed like my approval.

"Fine Harry, we'll go shopping," I said returning the smile.

He squealed, then stopped realizing what he did.

"I mean," He said deepening his voice, "Yay."

Shaking my head in amusement I headed for my much needed shower.