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

Chapter 16.

*Jays POV*

       I smacked my hand around the bedside table, searching for the item that was causing the loud noise that had woken me up from my dreamless slumber. Finding my phone, I grabbed it and turned off the alarm I had set on it. It was only 5 am, the sun not even out, the birds not even chirping. 

      I pushed back the warm comforter, immediatly greeted with cold air. It felt as if Jack Frost visited me within the night and left the cool air as a present. I hurriedly walked over to the dresser, opening up the drawers to choose the clothes for today. Feeling in no mood to even attempt to look nice, I pulled out a black pair of sweats and navy blue hoodie. I crossed the carpeted floor of my bedroom and stopped once I got to the doorway. I was extremely reluctantly to walk on the tile floor, knowing it would be like ice. Trying to be a bit brave, I ran across the white tiles, straight into the heated bathroom. I set down my clothes on the counter and turned around to turn on the tap. As it heated up, I stripped down into my bra and panties.

      I stood in front of the mirror positioned right above the sink, taking in each scar and mark that had adorned my body, along with my tattoos. Some were from my own doing, such as falling off of my bike or just simply falling, but the rest? The rest were all scars from years of being abused and bullied for no reason. I had done nothing to anyone yet people branded me with these ugly scars that had barely faded within over a year. My thighs still had the burn marks from the day in the coffee shop when Steven poured the drink onto my lap. The day I walked back to orphange, crying because of how fucked up my life is. "Was, you mean. Look at your life now. You work for you favorite band. Forget about the bad stuff that happened so far and just focus on that." I thought to myself. Smiling, I really thought about it. I had a place to live, I had a job, I was still getting my education, and I was making a hefty salary. "All of that at the age of 16."  With those thoughts, I stepped into the shower, letting the steam and water take over me.

*Zayns POV*

      None of the other lads were up, but I was wide awake. Perrie had called me in the early hours of the morning, telling me she was leaving me for someone else. Although I wasn't entirely sure if she had been drinking, the thought of her actually moving on scared me beyond belief.

     I had tried to fall back asleep, thinking I would just call her back in the morning to hear her explanation but my thoughts had other plans. After what seemed like an eternity of tossing and turning, I figured it would just be better if I stayed awake. I slipped out of my bed and straight into what felt like Antartica. It wasn't even Thanksgiving time yet it felt like the middle of January. I slid my black joggers up my legs and threw on whatever jumper I saw laying around my room. Grabbing my cigarettes and lighter, I made my way out of the apartment and down the stairs. 

      Cold air hit my face as soon as I opened the door, but I shrugged it off. The quick approaching Winter was the least of my problems. I flipped open the small box that I held in my left hand, taking out one cigarette and reaching in my pocket for the lighter. I flicked the lighter, but no flame appeared. I tried again only to get the same results. 

       "Fuck." I said out loud. It was out of fluid and I had no more lighters left, not even matches. I couldn't even have the one simple pleasure that would calm me and my nerves down. 

      "Need a light?" A voice to my right had said, slightly startling me. I turned my head to where the voice had came from only to see the maid holding out a neon pink lighter in her tiny hand. I wondered why she had a lighter but I shrugged it off and took it from her hand, which was too cold for a normal person, and lit up. I thanked her and handed her the lighter back. I took a long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs and my senses, when something occur to me. Why was she out here and better yet, why was she awake at 5:30 in the morning? 

      She looked at me from her position on the stairs and sighed.

       "Why are you up?" I voiced my thoughts.

       "I'm always up at 5." She replied so quietly, I'm not even sure if she said it.

        "But why?"

       "I usually go on walks."

       "To where?"

       "Where ever my feet take me. Why are you up?" She fired back.

       I sighed, taking another drag of the cigarette and walked over to the stairs, sitting down on the cold concrete. She followed suit and sat right beside me, waiting for me to respond.

      "It's my girlfriend. She called me up saying she wanted to leave me but I wasn't sure if she was drunk or not. I couldn't fall asleep after that." I finally responded.

      "I don't think Perrie would ever leave you." 

      I was surprised. I had never mentioned a name, yet she knew exactly who I was talking about. I turned my head to the right, showing my curiosity. She picked up on my confusion and smiled before speaking again.

      "I know alot about you guys than a normal person ever should." She giggled.

      "Wait, are you a directioner?" Her silence confirmed my thoughts, as she looked down at her feet. I poked her side to get her to look up at me and as she did, the biggest smile was plastered on her face. As if it was contagious, I found myself smiling along with her. As quickly as it came, her smile vanished and she picked at her nails.

       "Don't tell the other boys? I don't want them to think I'm a crazed fan." 

        I thought for a second before replying, "I'll do it if you tell me your name."

      I waited for a minute, eager to hear whether or not she would answer. When it seemed that she wouldn't, I stood up, stomping out my cigarette, and headed towards the door. I stopped when my hand was on the cold door handle because I heard that faint voice again.

      "It's Jay."

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I've had major Zayn feels lately so I just had to include him in this chapter.

Anyways, how do you glorious people like the story so far? Please leave me comments? If I don't get at least one comment I wont write until the 16th! Ok I'm lying :/ I have no life so I probably would write before that. .____.

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