Not So Ordinary~ A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 2: Greetings Guys

Chapter 2: Greetings Guys

I had never been so mortified in my entire life. It took all I had not to cover my face in embarrassment, but mind you, I couldn't even if I tried, because that stupid rolling pin charm was still hooked onto the shed. 

"Hi," I squeaked.

But before I could say anything more, Harry bursted out laughing, pointing at the turtle and leaning on the shed for support as he giggled uncontrollably. 

Stifling his chuckles, he managed to say "Nice to meet you, I'm Harry," holding out a hand.

"Uh, Laila," I replied, stone serious. 

I shook his hand. Damn, it was soft. I heard an angry moan from the back door of Harry's house. And it wasn't his mum. 

 "NOT THE TURTLE!" I heard someone shout, desparately.

"Shut up, Liam! It wasn't her fault!" He turned back toward me with a shining smile so sweet that I felt faint, not just from embarrassment.

"Well, erm, it kind of was..." I blushed. 

Liam Payne is here too? Somebody, seriously, save me.

"Your a wreck, love, how 'bout you come inside and get dried off," he offered.

"I'd hate to leave you here like..." Harry glanced at the state I was in, soaking wet, scratched and brusied.

"...this," he gestured to me with his hand.

"Oh, um, sure, that'd be great, I'll only stay for..." I stood up, then immediately hit the back of my head against the shed, as I had forgotten I was still attached to it.

"... a bit," I winced, rubbing my head with my free hand.

 I wiggled my hand, letting the charm bracelet jingle. 

"Once I get this off," 

"Oh! Right!" Harry started fidgeting with it, finally getting it off, but before he placed it in my hands, he studied it.

"A rolling pin?"

"Yeah, I got it as a house-warming gift, today actually, I moved into that house" I pointed to it.

"Nice! We're neighbours then! You cook?"

"Trying. I've been accepted into the Cheshire Cookery School, that's why I'm here,"

"Thats why your here? Well, the cooking school is actually up the road a bit, not in my own backyard..." he laughed.

I smiled, he was so... normal. I thought he'd be stuck-up or daft. I stood up, placed the turtle carefully on the ground because according to Liam, the turtle had a very special place in his heart. After attempting to wrangle out my hair, I managed to adjust my shirt. 

"This way," Harry took my elbow, balancing me as I stepped over the turtle.

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"What happened to Mr. Murtle?" Liam asked, not looking at Harry because his eyes were focused on a video game he was playing with some other people, I couldn't see who though.

"Oh, just some technical difficulties," he winked. At me. Harry Styles winked at me.

"Boohoo Liam, we'll just buy another Murtle the Turtle," somebody suggested.

The house was warm and smelt of brownies. Who would of thought that Harry Styles knew how to bake. 

"Don't eat all the brownies, Harry! I made one for everyone," Zayn Malik came around a corner, stopping when he saw me.