Prince Charming

Crazy MOFOs

♡Anriette's POV♡

The warm water felt so good coming into contact with my bare, cold skin. As the water dripped down the drain, I stared down at my blotchy legs, thinking over the day as the room filled with steam.

"This is insane," I laughed. I was showering in Niall Horan's bedroom, scrubbing off food he had spilled on me less than an hour ago. He insisted that I stayed with him and 'the boys' for a while, since I wasn't used to LA yet, and we could help each other find our ways around the city of angels.

Niall is so sweet... they all are! I've known them, like, half an hour, and they make me feel like I'm family. I didn't know the most famous people in the world could be so polite, funny, and down-to-earth. I figured behind all the pretty looks, they were really conceited or something... but wow, I was so wrong.

I stood there, just closing my eyes and taking everything in for a little longer, then I turned off the shower. I carefully stepped onto the bath mat, only for it to slip from beneath me, causing me to land on the tile with a loud THUD. Ouch. Yep, that'll leave another mark.

"Anriette? Are you okay in there?" Niall called, concern obvious in his perfect voice.

"I'm fine! I just um...dropped some bottles on the floor!" I lied, scrambling to my feet. I heard his bedroom door close, so I came out wrapped in a towel. Niall had left, but Harry had came in.

"H--Harry..." I said blushing, as I began to take a step back. But he took a step closer.

"Good shower?" Harry asked in that deep voice of his.

"Umm..." I clutched the towel around my body closer, as I backed against the wall.

He chuckled, and bit his lip.

"If you're trying to seduce me, it's not going to work. I don't care if you are Harry Styles," I stared him straight in the eyes. His eyes weren't scary or sexy, just playful, and I couldn't help but smile. Then, I thought of a way to tease him back. "Won't Niall be mad when he finds out you were snooping in his room?" I smirked, as his expression changed from to fear and worry.

"You wouldn't--"

"Niall!" I called, smiling at Harry's face.

"Shit!" He laughed, running out of the door and sprinting down the hall before Niall could see him.

Niall knocked on the door, and I told him he could come in. He had just finished a shower of his own, and was standing there in his pajama bottoms. Shirtless. His wet hair dripped perfectly onto his toned chest and I had to turn around to keep from staring. My cheeks burned bright red and I could feel him staring at my back.

"What did you need, love?"

"Do you have any clothes I can borrow?" I asked, gesturing towards my balled up and ruined clothes on the floor.

Did I mention he was shirtless?

"Of course! One sec," Niall walked over to his dresser, and turned around holding up a pair of Calvin Klein boxers and a 'Crazy MOFOs' t-shirt. "How's this?" 

"Those are lovely," I laughed. Thank you, Niall!" 

He continued to stare at me... What was wrong? Did I miss an eggshell? Did he see a stretch-mark? I suddenly felt sick with him looking at me, but I didn't show it.

"Turn arounddd," I giggled, rotating my finger in a circle. Once he did, I put on the clothes he gave me and laughed. "This is insane! Absolutely mad. Why does he have to be so hot?" I whispered, forgetting Niall was there for a second. Crap!

"I know right, so hot" he said. I turned around to him making a ridiculous face, and we burst out laughing.