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

Chapter 8.

      The boys remained at the table while I put some seasonings on the meat in the pot. Mixing the spices in, I pulled out my Ipod, put the earbuds on, and continued to zone out. I smiled as soon as I heard Beyonces voice play into my ears, each word sticking in my head. 

"If I aint got nothing, I got you,

If I aint got something, I don't give a damn,

Cause I got it with you,

I don't know much about algebra, but I know 1 plus 1 equals 2.

And it's me and you, and baby that's all we'll have when the world is through."

      I quietly hummed along and began to cut up the lettuce for the tacos. Suddenly someone tapped my shoulder, scaring me and making the knife the slice my finger rather than than lettuce.

      "Fuck." I muttered under my breath. I pulled out my headphones and rushed over to the sink, washing the blood away. The cut was deep and didn't seem like it would stop bleeding any time soon.

      "Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" I heard that husky voice behind me. I stayed focused on the cut, totally ignoring the boy behind me. Blood still trickled out. Damn, how deep did it actually cut? I applied pressure to it, hoping it would stop the blood flow and sure enough it did. Finally, I turned around, face to face with the one who scared me and looking behind his shoulder I saw that the other boys were no longer in the kitchen. I looked up at his stunning face, now pale with nervousness. 

      "I just wanted to ask if you needed help. Sorry." Harry apologized. 

       "It's ok." I replied. Since the bleeding stopped, I decided to not use a band-aid. Well that and the fact that Zayn used all of them during their game of truth or dare. I turned back around and began chopping at the lettuce once again when I felt a presence besides me. Harry grabbed a knife from the drawer on his left and started cutting the tomatoes into perfect little cubes. 

      We worked in silence for a few minutes, me now moving on to put stuff on the table and him grating the cheese. My phone vibrated in my back pocket, making me jump slighty due to the fact I forgot it was in there. I pulled it out and saw 3 new texts, all from Becky.

From: Beckiferrrrrr ♥. (7:21 P.M.)

      Jay Jay! Guess what! x(:

From: Beckiferrrrrr ♥. (7:22 P.M.)

      Why aren't you answeringgggggggggg? Hurry up and text me back! x(:

From: Beckiferrrrrr ♥. (7:24 P.M.)

      Fine. I'll just tell you. Remember my boyfriend Auden? HE PROPOSEDDDDD! I SAID YES! IM SO HAPPY! Call me ASAP. x(:

      I read over the texts, smiling like mad. Back at the orphanage, I always hung out with Becky, helping with the other girls and she was the one who taught me how to cook. Now she was going to get married and I felt so happy for her. I met Auden once and knew he was the one for her, his mellowness balancing out her craziness. I made a mental note to call her after I finished here. 

      Putting the rest of the food on the table, I sent Harry to go get the other boys, who apparently left to go play video games. They all shuffled into the room while I leaned back onto the counter, all of their eyes lighting up when they saw the small table filled with food, except for Louis'. He looked unimpressed and I bit my bottom lip in frustration. They began digging in and I now understand why there are food stains on the wall. They were complete and utter messes when it comes to eating. I finished putting the other items away while they chowed down. Turning back around, I saw most of the food was already devoured. As they finished and left the table, I sighed and began clearing the table. I stuck the dishes in the sink to soak over night and put the leftovers in the now full fridge. 

      Walking around the small apartment, I heard voices from the living room. Walking down the narrow hallway, sure enough they were in there, playing video games and texting. I stood silently in the doorway, just watching for a minute before I spoke up. 

      "Hey uhm...Niall...can I not make those cupcakes today?" I asked while scratching the back of my neck and biting my bottom lip, two of my worst habits. 

       He barely even looked up from his phone when he said that is was fine. I found my way back to their front door and let myself out, padding across the hallway and back into my apartment. I turned on the tv and layed across the couch, stretching my whole body out and cracking my back in the process. After a couple of episodes of some weird British soap opera, I found myself getting hungry. Since I didn't remember that I would actually need food too I didn't get any at the store. Forcing myself off the couch, I slid my feet to the bedroom and went in search of my bookbag. Finding it sitting in the corner of the room, I unzipped the biggest pocket and felt around until I heard the familiar noise of a wrapper crinkling. Smiling to myself, I pulled out the bag of various snacks and made my way back to the living room.

      I felt my eyes drooping lower and lower, each time become heavier and harder to keep open. I couldn't bare to keep them open anymore so I shut of the television and then I let slumber engulf me like an oversized warm sweater. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, just like every night. After my parents murder, I no longer had the vibrantly colored, happy dreams. Instead I had just plain old sleep. I missed my dreams sometimes, and always wondered if I would wake up in the morning and remember the crazy dreams from the night before. But that never happened anymore. 

      I woke up to both my phone alarm and the birds outside screeching way too loud. Sitting up and wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I almost freaked out. I seemed to have forgotten where I was at over night and calmed down when I saw that I was in my apartment. I rose to my feet and padded across the cold tile to the bathroom, turning on the hot water tap for the shower. Stripping down, I stepped into the hot water, letting it envelope my entirety. I stood under the stream of water for a couple of minutes then proceeded to shampoo my hair and scrub my body down. 

      Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a fluffy black towel. I was almost in my bedroom when there was a knock on my door. I sighed, reluctantly walking to the door and pausing before I opened it. I took a deep breath and opened to Harry, standing there in a pair of gray sweats and a white tshirt, his tattoos peeking through it. His eyes traveled up and down my body and it suddenly hit me that I was still in my towel! I hugged it closer to my body and pulled it up and bit, all while blushing. 

      "Well, erm...me and the other lads wanted to know if you were going to um, make breakfast?" He questioned.

      "Yeah." I replied while slightly nodding my head, "I'll be right over."

      I closed the door and walked my way back to the bedroom, pulling out various clothing items from my suitcase. Deciding on a pair of black sweats and a black longsleeve with red corsets on the arms, I got dressed. Looking at my hair in the mirror, I stuck to my usual routine of straightening it. Grabbing my phone, I texted Becky telling her I fell asleep last night and I was happy for her. Putting it on silent, I stuck it in my pocket and left the room. I crossed to the door adjacent mine, and hesistated before knocking on it. "Well here goes nothing." I thought to myself and knocked, not knowing what the day ahead of me had in store.

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Tried to make it longer this time :3

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& I found a video of "Rock Me" with Harry moaning. (; Don't listen to it without headphones o.o