Harrys Minder

YASSS TAKE IT OFF!!!

The music around me swallowed me whole, consuming me and all my thoughts. SNAP out of it J, back to the mission. 

"WOOOOHHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" snapping my head in the direction of where the yelling came from. There he, Mr Harry Styles, he was on the bar looking like he was going to JUMP! Well my mission doesn't state a time of when it officially starts. Oh look free drinks, in the other direction of Styles. I walk over to the other side of the dance floor towards the ladies bar, where they serve 'ladies drinks'. I don't really like ladies like fruity shit yuck!! I like the heavy shit that doesn't make you vomit the next day, but makes you loosen up and not worry about anything. 

I ordered two martini's, shaken not stirred and without the olive.

"Take your shirt off HARRYYYY!!! Take it all off" I heard some blonde chick squeal, her voice is too high pitch for my liking, someone ought to jab her in the voice box. 

"Yeah take it off babyyyy, you're sooo hot !!" Another yelled. I'm gonna have to jab both of them in their necks. 

"Alright all the ladies at the ladies bar, this is for you, DJ play my jam!" I hear Styles reply. Should I do something? Nahh, I stay facing the bar and finish my first drink. 

The DJ starts playing "Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake, bruuhhhh. WTF is this bullshit. At least it's not PONY by Genuine, I am so sick of those Magic Mike Movies. No offense :)

"YASSS TAKE IT OOFFF!" another yells then I get hit by someone, making me turn around in my chair holding my martini in one hand. Who the fuck almost made me knock my free drink over?

I look to see no one, what the hell? I look down and see a a piece of clothing? OH GOD NO! I look up to see Styles up of the Mens bar dancing topless, tatted, huh. A whole lot of girls started running over to the Mens bar and yelling at him to take off his pants. 

"You ladies want more?" He asks the crowd, literally all the men groaned. I better stop this before it gets out of hand even more and I get in trouble. I don't understand why Brad couldn't do this part?

I finish my drink and thank the bartender Antonio, my FWB, what your girl can't have fun sometimes? I make my way to the DJ booth and tell him to stop play Sexy back and in which he obliges. I look back to see a very dazed Styles. I make a bee-line to him and pull him off the bar, he makes an ouff as he fails to land and stand straight.

"Margaret why did you do that, I was dancing and they were all watching me" He says to me slurring, who the heck is Margaret, haha Gosh he's off his head. I text some agent to send a car to await our arrival at the front of the bar. 

"Marge I didn't know you liked fast cars, you should be careful because of your old frail heart" He slurs eyeing the black lambo that pulled up. The valet tossed the keys to me which I caught.

"Wow, Margy you're fast" He says, I reply by rolling my eyes, the names just keep getting worse by the second. I shove him into the passenger side of the car. I walk over to the drivers side and start the car, must admit this car is nice, but not as beautiful as my LOLA!!. I miss her already soo much. 

"MARGARET!!!! WHY DO I HAVE A BONER? You gave me a boner? You must be a witch!!!" That's it I've had enough of his British accent. 

I knock him out with my elbow. Silence fills the car. Ahhh that's better

*** skips driving part, pulls into Style's driveway ***

Shit how am I going to get him out of the car? Uh huh I have an idea. I search Mr Styles shirt for any key to his garage. Nope, may be in his pants?? Nooo can't do that. I'll have to go look if he left a spare key for it around. I hop out of the car and search around his huge garage, come on, where would a British man hide his keys?

I gaze around and spot a little teapot and tea set that has little flowers growing out of it. 

"Really?" I roll my eyes. I find the keys under the daisies in the teapot, I won't put them back I may need them for emergencies. I run back to the car, luck he is still knocked out. I press the button to make the garage doors move and park the Lambo next to his Nissan gtr, its like my Lola except silver, nice. I press the button to close the roller door  and lock the Lambo, leaving Mr Styles locked in there as well. I can't lift him alright, he's too tall. I leave the garage and lock the door behind, I lock all the doors and windows and activate the security system and make my way next door, I knock three times, Brad must have fell asleep. I look around to see if any any of the windows are open, just my luck one is left unlocked. I jump through it and land face first on to something hard. 

"What the fuck!!" I hear Brad yell, as I topple off him and sprint upstairs and lock myself in what I think is my room and fall straight into the big queen size bed. I was so exhausted that I completely passed out. Tomorrow is going to be hell.