I wasn't ready for the torture to put ahead of me, so I simply put on a fake smile, and walked into the front door Louis held open for me. After the agonizing flight to England, I didn't know how I would afford living like this. I refused to talk to the Louis guy, and I didn't want to clean up after his friends.
"You can sit your bags on the couch right here." Louis says directing me. I roll my eyes. I could care less about this whole situation, I'd be in the dorm stadium right about now, preparing for first class. My life was changing in so many ways, I could name more bad aspects than good.
"Where's my petty little maid's outfit, chief?" I ask, uninteresting in the other three boys lounged on the couch.
"Louis... who's she." one of them responds, I glance a look.
"Guys, this is Grace, she's the new housekeeper, maid's a too informal get up, I bought her at the seller's auction in Idaho." he assumes, I roll my eyes at the pathetic information, he brought. They all squint and let out rubbish chirps. "Dude, you didn't buy her! That's like illegal, like slavery or something.. Lou what in the bloody hell were you thinking?" one of the guys spits, he seemed like the more caring one, one that wouldn't have bribe some stranger's mom to pay 3,000 dollars for me to move halfway across the world, to be someone I didn't want to meet.
"Dude, you guys left America a week ago, leaving me stranded, besides Zayn made the joke about a maid, and I thought it wasn't half a bad idea..."
"It wasn't a slave auction..." I murmur, my teeth clenched. At any moment now I was ready to explode, "Just tear me away from my twin brother! Just see! You're nothing good. You're a good for nothing bastard, that ruins peoples lives.."
The room got silent; I think I had made my point.
* * *
I wasn't going along without a fight in this battle, and besides this living conditions weren't as bad as I expected them to be. I got my own room, which was a common plus.
I didn't know what to think about the other guys, since Louis hadn't really introduced me to them. I just uttered them by what they looked like. But I was rather hoping that they weren't anything like Louis. I didn't care if he did pay my mom, and it saved her life. I am not a maid, nor will I be one. I can't believe the century I live in, has came to this. You're suppose to pay the maid. Not the maid's mother, I am practically a dog; they have an owner, they have to sit, bark, sleep, eat, and poop on command. I was a dog.
I didn't know how I was going to live... "Grace.." a gentle whispering voice appears from the doorway. I put on a fake smile, and pretend like I like my new 'bedroom'.
"Hi, uh...."
"Harry." he gestures sticking out his arms for a hug, I gracefully accept them, "Sorry, I don't shake girls hands, I hug them.. I heard that from a wise man.." he says, the specks of gold in his eyes make him a charm.
"It's fine, so.. how long have you lived here?" I question, being a bit curious.
"Well.. I'm in a band, with Louis.. but you probably already knew this.." he sighs, "our management bought us this place, out of the paparazzi's fate, and in a nice country area, where we spend most of our time, when we're not on tour or at our real homes.." he explains further more, I smile. He seemed pleasant enough. I didn't see anything wrong with being friends with Louis's friends, as long as it didn't mean for myself, nor him to communicate in any form or fashion.
I look at his attire, he seemed like a very charming boy for only a teenager.. "Well.. I am from Idaho, and I'm in college." I murmur. I didn't know what else to put up for grabs, that I was expecting a skimpy little maid's outfit, that some nine year old would wear on Halloween, to be pampered through the door.
"Look, I am really sorry about this whole interception, and Louis did make a very huge mistake, coming to the point, of buying you for a maid, I mean, I really think that's illegal."
"I don't know if it is, because my mom would probably discharge any of the evidence. She probably, planned the whole scene out. I just feel a hell of a lot of sympathy for Kyle.."
"Who.." his face resembles a pondered face, a mere peek of a dimple emerging from his cheek.
"My twin brother, Kyle.." I explain more gratefully. I felt so much agonizing pain for him, he was left home with my mom. "What was next, she's going to sell him at another auction as well?"
"Hey now, you don't need to put your mind to things like that.." he speaks, his crisp clear English accent flowed right through his vocal cavities. I hated to admit it, but his voice was heavenly. I had got so caught up in his voice and amazing smile, that I had forgotten what I had even said. My cheeks turn a bright rosy pink, and I stare at the hardwood floor. He chuckles lightly.
"You have an amazing smile." he croaks, I could tell the nervousness in his voice, I smiled lightly before turning my gaze back up to his. What in the world are you doing, what was he doing. I didn't even know him, except his name was Harry. You can't fall in love, over his voice, stop..
"Thanks, it's Idahoan."
"I da hoe.." he mumbles under his breath in a giggle, I smile.
"Oh. Stop it.." I laugh, "I get that all too much, I mean people are like "Wait so you're from Idaho, so are you da' hoe?" It gets tiring, but I have learned to ultimately, laugh with it.. I guess."
He smiles, letting his dimples expose from his cheeks. God, he's perfect.
"So, I just wanted to come up, and make sure you were finding everything to your liking alright.. and it seems as you are. So I guess, I have no purpose in staying, now do I?" he whispers boldly smirking.
"Thanks." I whisper back to him, still staring at his feet. Thanks... that's it.
My inner voice wanted to like Harry, maybe as a friend, and maybe more than a friend, but I didn't know how to handle anything more. I had just been torn away from my only companion, and I wanted to plop on my bed and cry, staring at a picture of Kyle. But my conscious was telling otherwise, to get to know Harry. No, I don't want a love. Eventually, it hit me. I was living in a house with five teenage immature dudes, and the outcome of that would either resemble a college frat party, or ... something else: love.
