Why Me? (A Harry Styles Punk Fanfic)

Louis

Okay you guys have been waiting awhile so I will update :D OMFG Has anyone heard BSE yet??? The feels doe!!!! Like OMG!!!! I love it!!!!!!

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Being in Harry's clothes made me feel weird, like someone had suddenly lit a thousand sparklers inside me. I had no idea why this was happening because we weren't even friends right? I mean, I hit him twice on the first but then I slept in HIS bed with HIM. Weird huh?

I went out the door, after getting changed of course! The hall was silent and cold, the brown floorboards slightly creaking as I took easy steps across them. I could smell something cooking, and it smelt heavenly. I came across a large mirror in the hall, checking my appearance. I was quite shocked it wasn't worse! My hair was a mess, I do admit that, and my makeup had held pretty well since last night. I quickly flipped my hair over and tied it into a messy bun, pulling a few strands out around my ears. As I was looking in the mirror I noticed something was behind me. The living room was on my right, parallel to the mirror I was looking in. There was a figure in the opposite corner of the room which was dark in result of no lights being on. I took it as a lamp and kept walking down the hall in search of the kitchen, or better, Harry.

I got to the kitchen and no one was anywhere to be seen. I noticed a stack, and when I say stack I mean like huge, elephant leg sized, stack of pancakes in the middle of a rectangle table. My stomach grumbled and my eyes widened at the sight of food in front of me.

"Hungry?" I heard a deep masculine voice come from behind me.

I jumped as a result of the deep voice booming from behind me. I turned around and sure enough it was harry. He had a pair of sweatpants on that were slung low on his hips and accompanying them was a work-out singlet top (a/n I don't actually know what they are called, but you know the singlets that most guys work out in? Well it's one of them haha) revealling his ultra toned biceps and broad shoulders.

"Yeah a bit" I replied.

He made me follow him to the table, putting me in front of a seat.

"There is no way me and you are gonna eat all of them!" I exclaimed, examining  the stack of delicious pancakes.

"Oh don't worry we're getting some visitors" he said with a smirk plastered on his perfectly sculpted face.

"WHAT! I look like a mess and your having visitors? Well I should get going since I don't know them and they're your friends" I replied, standing up out of my seat.

I wandered back up stairs to collect my stuff and return Harry's. I had just grabbed my shorts and was about to put them on when I head the door open and several voices fill the house. I wonderd if Harry lived here by himself.

"I thought Ashleigh was going to be here?" I heard a feminine voice speak.

"She thinks she's going home cause I have visitors. But she's not" I heard another say, I knew it was Harry straight up.

I huffed and placed my clothes and shoes back onto the floor. I spotted a pair of ugg boots in the corner of the room.

'Well my feet are a bit cold' I thought to myself as I grabbed and pulled them on over my feet.

They were so huge that I could of probably fit another foot in as well as mine, but they were warm. I heard running up the stairs and next thing I knew, a blonde, tattooed beauty was standing in front of me.

"Harry told me to come and get you and make sure your not changed. Oh by the way in case you forgot, I'm Perrie" she exclaimed, dragging me into a hug.