*WARNING MAY CONTAIN DIRTY WRITING*
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Hi. I am from England, my name is Dialla Stone.
Sometimes I wonder how far am I from meeting One Direction. But then, I turn around in bed, and this is what I see...
Harry Styles.
Just outside my window.
You know, the guy, from One Direction?
Yeah.
He lives across the hall in my Penthouse.
I know. I still can't believe it myself. Sometimes he comes over for dinner, because he doesn't always have enough time to prepare his own food. And usually, he doesn't like take-out, cause of the mobs that follow the pizza man. Not only that, but he sometimes brings the other boys over, too.
I don't find myself attractive, so I have no chance. My dad left me when I was nine, so I don't know how to act to men. It's kind of horrible, yeah I guess. But you know, YOLO. Yes, Yes. I know that YOLO was made by Drake. BUT I LOVE HIM.
Anyways, One Direction is my life, so meeting them without having Paul standing at my side warning me that he will call the Po-Po if I don't leave, is the BEST thing in the world.
So basically I am half Indian, and you might be wondering why I am so swaggy. WELL YOU KNOW INDIAN'S ARE SO SWAGGY. AND MY MOM, ESPECIALLY, IS THE ULTIMATE EXPERT.
I heard a knock at the door, and swung to my feet. I was still in my PJ's, which is basically a crop-top and undies. So I immediately grabbed a robe and put it on, before answering the door. "Hello?" I asked, just as the door opened. A deep husky voice answered, "yeah it's me, Harry."
He's here. Omg. What do I do?
"Um... Um... Why so early?" I asked him. Harry watched me as if I said something wrong. "I'm not here for dinner, I just need some sugar."
"Okay. Here's some sugar." I leaned in and kissed him. "Not that type of sugar. I'm just cooking a cake." Harry replied, his voice slightly puzzled. Then he smirked, and raised his index finger up to his lip. "Shh. Don't tell Marzia."
Marzia was his girlfriend, obviously. Such a pretty girl, gorgeous, actually. A perfect Italian, pretty, girl. Her blue eyes almost dazzled me just as much as Harry's. She had long straight black hair that met her shoulders in a slight curl.
"Y-Yeah. Sorry, I'm a little stupid lately. I'll get you the sugar, right now, though." I stammered, and ran back to the kitchen. "Come in if you want, but my rooms are a bit messy."
Harry strutted in, as if I hadn't said a word. He went right over to the bedroom, and sat down at the edge of the bed. I watched him as if he was going to fall asleep on my bed, and I'd have to carry him back to his house.
His eyes looked heavy, I was guessing he had stayed up all night recording a new song with the boys.
"You wanna sleep?" I asked.
"Yes." He flopped down on my bed, and shut his eyes. "What no, I didn't mean you were going to be sleeping here. I'm not that strong to carry you." I blurted, and rushed over. I passed him the sugar, and forced him up. "My mum is coming over today, so you should get going. I need to clean up a bit, anyways." I lied. Harry shrugged and left my house, brushing his hand through his hair first. "Goodbye," I whispered and closed the door behind him.
Why the hell did I just do that?
