Life in One Direction (Harry Styles Love story!)

The bet

Madison’s P.O.V

                “Ow Madison wake up! You are clawing at my chest and it hurts!”  A husky voice whispered in my ear.

What the hell?! Why is there some guy in my room?! I scrambled from the bed falling with a thud to the floor. The boy sat straight up looking down at me.

His hair was a curly mess but his green eyes shone brightly.

                “Gosh dang it Harry! You scared the hell out of me!” I collected myself and got back up on the bed sitting across from the Cheshire boy.

                “We have a lot to catch up on! So tell me about how your life has been..?” He titled his head waiting for my answer.

                “My family still lives in California, Mom, Dad, and Dylan.  I moved back here to London to go to college and possibly find you again. And behold I found you!” I smiled up at him.

His face lit up when I mentioned looking for him. I guess he was happy about that?

                “It’s early do you want to go get some tea or coffee from the shop down the street?”

                “Sure can I borrow a shirt? I can wear my jeans from yesterday…”

Harry nodded and went over to his closet pulling out a pink polo.

                “Very manly color Harry” I grinned with a wink.

 He threw it to me then left me alone in his room so I could change. The polo smelt like him strongly as I slipped it over my head. I fixed my jeans tucking them into my UGGs.

In the living room the four other boys laid all over the place sound asleep. Niall had potato chips still in his mouth, Zayn and Liam were holding their DS’s and Louis was holding carrot sticks in his hands. I shook my head and walked past them accidently tripping over Niall’s face, who was passed out in the middle of the hall. He groaned and rolled over without waking up.

Harry was already waiting by the door putting on his black petit coat. He handed me a plaid coat which I’m guessing was his because of the Twix’s bars in the pockets he always carried with him. I took one out and peeled the wrapper of it taking a bite out of it. Since he was little Harry had always loved Twix bars so where ever he went he would carry three Twix’s bars with him.

The walk to the coffee shop wasn’t long maybe three minutes from the hotel. It was a small little shop in the center of the shopping commons. The place was empty besides the workers.

I got a coffee with cream and two sugars, and Harry got tea because he said he doesn’t like coffee. We sat in the booths before deciding to head home and make the boys some pancakes.

I knew how to cook pancakes but apparently Harry’s version of making pancakes was different. So we ended up making two separate batches of pancakes and having Niall judge whose were betters.

Standing in the kitchen I heard a shuffle of feet behind me then an evil laugh that sounded like Louis’s. I quickly rotated and saw Harry and Louis engaged in a full out battle using spoons. They were screaming, yelling curses at each other and hitting each other hard. Harry turned and picked up his bowl of batter dumping it all over Louis’s head covering him from head to toe. Lou let out a high pitched squeal which made all the others coming running into the kitchen and join in their battle.

I stood there continuing to bake my pancakes ignoring the battle continuing on behind me. Reaching for my batter bowl I realized it wasn’t there. I quickly scanned over the counter in the area it had been in, ok not there! What the hell-