The Maid. ( A Harry Styles Fanfic) -ON HOLD-

Chapter 5.

*Jays POV*

      The moment I heard knocking on my door, I froze. I felt as if my feet magically turned into Blue Whales and I couldn't move. Taking 3 deep breaths, I finally managed to drag my feet along the tiles to the door. "DO NOT FANGIRL DO NOT FANGIRL DO NOT FANGIRL!"  my own mind reminded me. Putting on the straightest face ever I swung open the door. There they were. All 5 of them were sheer perfection. 

     "Hi." I said without any expression. "Really Jay? 'Hi'? Thats all you could muster up to say, you pansy!" my subconcious yelled at me. "Shut the fuck up! I'm surprised I could even say that!" I thought to the voice in my head.

     None of the boys seemed to take notice to my internal argument as Liam proceeded to introduce all of them to me.

     "I know." I responded in the same monotone voice. If being emotionless was the only way to stop myself from fangirling and making an absolute fool of myself in front of my idols, then so be it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something. Was Harry looking my body up and down? I wanted to scream, I wanted to leap into his arms, but once again I did nothing.

     "What's your name?" Liam said breaking me out of my thoughts. Just as I was going to reply the doorbell rang. The boys left down the stairs, Louis being the last one. Before following the boys he turned and gave me the dirtiest look I've ever seen right before I closed the door. Uh oh, not good.

      

     I managed to find my way back to my new bedroom and collapsed on my bed. Grabbing the nearest pillow, I shoved my face into it and screamed quite a few obscenities before rolling over onto my back. Jet lag already started to mess with me because a few minutes later I was knocked out. 

     I woke up due to suddenly feeling a hard surface beneath me and my left side was throbbing nonstop. Rubbing my eyes, I realized why. I fell off my damn bed and onto the floor. Standing up and stretching, I reached out for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. It was close to the time when most people ate dinner so I figured, I'm here to cook for the boys, might as well go see if they want food. 

     Looking in the mirror, I realized that jet lag had most definitely gotten to me and I looked like the crypt keeper. My eyes were all puffy from not sleeping good and my hair looked like a bird had lived in it for years. Deciding to take a quick shower, I pulled out a pair of my black leggings, a black sweatshirt, and a pair of black uggs. Taking my outfit with me to the bathroom, as well as my bra and panties, I turned on the tap and waited for the hot water to warm up. 

     Stepping into the water, which seemed to be as hot as lava, I sighed. I totally forgot how nice it was to take a shower with really hot water. In the orphanage we took showers according to age, youngest first oldest last. Seeing it as I was the oldest one there, the water was always cold, which didn't help in the brutal winters. 

     After showering and getting dressed I took a look at my natural hair in the mirror. The waves weren't as wavy as they used to be and they were much more frizzier. I took out my straightener from my bookbag and began taming the wild beast known as my hair. 

     Feeling satisfied after doing my hair, I took one last glance in the mirror connected to my dresser before leaving the apartment. Standing in front of the boys door, I took a deep breath. My arm felt like lead when I went to knock on the door. Shouts were heard from the other side of the door before Zayn opened it with band-aids stuck all over his face.

     What did I get myself into?

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A.N.

Ta-Daaaaaaaaaaa ! A new chapter ! Not the best, but still a chapter none the less.

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