Meeting One Direction

Chapter 20

Previously:

I hit send and I hear Niall's phone go off. I hear him say "Yeah!" and I smile. Hopefully it will be the end of their rivalry.

Indieana:

We return home from Taco Bueno and all is happy. I do my chores and finish my homework. I go upstairs and change into my running outfit. It's one of those days I feel like a fattie. I know I'm not fat but when I look in the mirror, all I see is my chubby stomach.

A simple sports bra, tank top and yoga capris is all I need. I lace my worn in Nikes and walk downstairs to the treadmill. I simply hate running outside. Not just because people can see you looking like a freak but because it's so much harder because of all the hills. Call me a wimp.

I set the treadmill up and I'm about to put my headphones on, when Niall strolls in, wearing nothing put jeans and socks. "Whatcha doing Indieana?"

Why does he only call me Indieana?
"Well, if it isn't obvious to you, I'm about to run." I retort. "I'm not a dumbass Indieana. I can see that. I guess what I'm trying to say is why do you need to?" he replies, rolling his beautiful icy eyes.

"Well...I feel fat so this is one way I can control how I feel about it." I answer slowly, realizing how true it is. I've never told anyone that before. "I think you are the perfect size and you shouldn't worry about it," he says, already turning around to walk away.

Huh. I look down and I don't seem fat that much. But you are fat, run those five pounds off. You'll be beautiful. Boys will want to date you. You won't be self conscious.

That's right, I am fat. I want to be skinny so boys will notice me and not skip over me to the next blonde bimbo. I ignore Niall's words and start the treadmill up, aiming for 3 miles. 45 later I'm done and I'm ready for a shower. I shut everything off because my mom hates when I leave it plugged in, and jog up the stairs.

I walk into the bathroom, not expecting anyone to be in there but boy am I wrong. Harry stands there, naked, fresh out of the shower. I can't help but stare. Up close, you see all his tattoo's and every detail. My gaze wanders down to his abs and slowly trails down his happy trail. I don't allow my eyes to travel any lower. I swallow loudly and look up into his eyes. He has a smirk on his face.

"Sorry! I'll just be on my way!" I turn around quickly, giving him some privacy and leave, making sure I shut the door. 20 seconds later he opens the door and saunters out, a tiny green towel covering his lower body. "I quite liked that Indie, lets do it again." he whispers, voice raspy. Is he doing this on purpose?

"Ugh. Go put some clothes on Harry," I push him out the way, accidentally touching his chest. He smirks again and walks away. What am I going to do about him? He seems to know that he at least has an effect over me but doesn't bother to stop. Boys.

I strip down and hop into the shower, praying that he didn't use all the hot water. Thankfully he didn't, as I would kill him. I scrub my hair and think about Niall and Harry. With Niall, I feel something. Something deep in my stomach. Whenever I see him, I can't help but smile and my heart skip a beat. With Harry, I feel an attraction to him, sexually and emotionally. I've also never felt this way before. I've only know them for two days! God, what's wrong with me?

I finish my shower and get out quickly hunting for a towel. Harry must have taken the last one. "Niall!"

"Yeah love?" he yells from somewhere in the house. "Can you get me a towel from the laundry room?"

"Uh, sure. Be there in a sec,"I wait a minute, then hear feet clomping up the stairs. "Oh thanks Niall! Harry took the last towel and didn't even tell me-"

"It isn't Niall sweetheart," the voice answers from behind the door. My body goes still and my heart thumps loudly. I recognize that voice. I slowly open the door a crack and not 3 feet from me is Dan, my moms ex boyfriend.

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