*5 DAYS LATER*
Chloe's POV
The week had pretty much been the same as the first full day I had spent with the boys here. Harry was an asshole of a guy, ordering me around just like Karen did. The other boys had been really sweet and when they asked me to do something, they asked me nicely. I'd been texting Renee and she wanted to do something with me the following day, for my eighteenth birthday. She was thinking of going to club and getting wasted. That wasn't my type of scene, but why not? I mean, I was turning eighteen after all. You only turn eighteen once, so why not live it up while you can?
I rolled out of my bed and walked into my bathroom. I stripped down and turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up. Once it was at a nice temperature, I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped in. I let the warm water fall down my skin and run over my hair, wetting it. I washed my body thoroughly before washing my hair as well. I soon stepped out of the shower and dried myself. I walked into my room and walked into my closet. The weather was slowly warming up as it was getting closer to the start of spring.
I pulled out a pair of denim shorts, a black knit top with holes at my elbow and a pair of black converse. I put it all on before going back to the bathroom to apply some light foundation, mascara and eyeliner. I then left my hair to dry naturally before walking downstairs.
"Good morning," I said, walking to the kitchen.
"Morning," said Niall, scooping up a mouthful of cereal.
"Hey! I'm supposed to make your breakfast. What are you doing?" I asked, looking at his bowl of cereal.
"We forgot to tell you, but Louis, Zayn and Liam have already left to meet their girlfriends and I have to go to do a radio interview," he said, after swallowing his mouthful. I furrowed my eyebrows and bit my lip.
"I thought you did interviews all together?" I questioned, leaning my hip against the bench.
"We usually do, but this radio channel has already interviewed the other boys. They interviewed one of us every weekend, so it's my turn now," he said, standing up and placing his bowl in the sink.
"Oh, alright then. So it's just me and Harry today?" I asked, walking over go the sink and washing the bowl.
"Yeah. He's taking you out," he said, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on
"Wait, what?" I asked, dropping the bowl in the sink.
"He was going to go out and do god knows what, but we said he had to take you too. So yeah," he concluded.
"Oh," I mumbled. I had mixed feelings about going out with Harry. I didn't understand why the boys were making sure I had to go with him, but if they really wanted me to, I guess I would have to.
"Well, have a nice day. The boys and I will be back tonight, and you'll be able to meet Dani, El and Perrie," he said, flashing me a smile before walking away.
I knew Harry was probably going to be doing his own thing, and I'd just be there, tagging along. I wasn't interested in going out with him for the day, but I thought it would be nice to finally see the inner city side of London- clothing shops and all. I hadn't really had the chance to have a look around. I'd been very busy.
"Chloe?" I heard Harry yell.
"In the kitchen!" I replied, putting Niall's bowl away. I saw Harry walk into the kitchen, dressed in black skinny jeans, black t-shirt and brown boots.
"Hurry up. We're going out," he mumbled, his eyes glued to his phone.
"Where are we going?" I asked, wiping my hands on my shorts, drying them of any water. It was a bad habit, I suppose. I never really dried my hands with a towel.
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The Maid For Styles
FanfictionA unique beginning that stems from a turmoil of cruelty and pain. However, their love entwines itself so deeply between the matters that fuel their unusual bond, sparking an irrevocable romance between a maid and Harry Styles. "Know your place in t...