Extraordinary

Chapter 10: Meet the Guys

When we got to his house, it was relatively large, just not over-fancy looking. It looked like any house in the upper-class London. Nothing mum and I could afford.  I have to say it was impressive. 

“So, this is where you come home to when you’re here?” I ask.

“Well Doncaster’s about three hours away whenever I come here, so I don't  always have the time to drive all the way there. So this is home, for now. I guess,” he says, opening the door for me. I tried not to gaze so much at it.

“Nice,” I mutter as I walk in. You could barely see anything, considering how dark it was. It didn’t last long because after he closed the door behind him, he flicked on a couple light switches.

“That’s better,” he says, echoing through the whole house. Of course I had to take a second to gaze at his “temporary home”. It wasn’t like every celebrity’s house full of expensive furniture and pics of themselves (well that’s how I imagined them). He had plain furniture and lots of photo frames, a bit of home décor here and there.  It was just like me and my mum’s place, just plainer and comfy looking.

“Nice place,” I compliment. He was about to say something else when another voice came from upstairs.

“Lou? Is that you?” a slow deep voice called. Was that who I thought it was?

“Oh God, Lola I'm sorry I had no idea he would be here tonight,” he apologizes quickly. I didn’t mind, I really didn’t feel like alone-awkward time with Louis. Just wondering who was randomly in his house…I heard a few steps from the upstairs and that’s when it happened.  

Harry Styles. With not one piece of clothing on strutting down the stairs.

Louis and I just kind of stood there, and he didn’t notice us until he looked up. I tried not to look down, and if I did at least I had no detail. Guess what’s etched into my brain now.

“Hey, where did you go anyways? I was-oh,” he stops his words as he looks from Louis to me. I swear you could just feel the awkwardness. I was in between either the awkwardness or bursting out laughing. I bit my tongue.

“Harry,“Louis says through gritted teeth. I turn around to see him with his hand on his head, looking at Harry with complete disgust and disappointment. Okay the look on his face was priceless, which made it even harder to keep from laughing.

“Harry,” Louis repeats, holding his head with one hand and his eyes closed tightly, trying to get out of this moment. “Would it kill you to please go put on some pants,”

I held in a scoff and put my hand on my mouth then closed my eyes as I heard him running back up the stairs.

“And I am truly sorry for that whole situation,” he says. When I turn to look at him and smile a bit.

“You have to admit it was a little funny,” I say and he gives me a smirk.

“He hasn't done that in ages and he picks tonight to do it? I don't know, I guess we’re just kind of used to it by now, sorry about that,” he apologizes again. I shrug it off and turn back around, to find Harry coming back downstairs with a black t-shirt and boxers on. Louis sighed again behind me. Harry completely ignored him and stared at me.

“So you’re that girl Louis talks about, Lola is it?” he slurs. I nod and smile.

“That would be me, and you're Harry,” I reply. He gives me a smirk and holds out his hand.

“Harry,” he repeats as I shake his hand. I wasn’t going to hesitate with him at all. I’ve done enough research on the cheeky lad who has the nickname of Hazza to know he’s awesome with the girls.