Dress Me ||z.m.

The Bump

"There's two of them right now." Liam announced, pointing towards the door. I turned around to the blonde-haired Irish one and the one they call 'The Charmer'. Niall gave me a cheeky smile and the classic hug. However, Harry spun me then grabbed my hand to meet his lips. Well now I see the reason behind the nickname.

"And who are you?" He asked, drilling me with those pickle colored eyes. Before I answered, I took a sneak peek at his attire and noticed that his style was way different than the other 3. They wore hoodies, graphic T-shirts, and sweats. Meanwhile, he's rocking a headband, a white shirt, dark tight pants, and brown boots. His style was different but tasteful.

"I'm Maliah Michel. Caroline's new intern," I said looking past Harry (Which was almost impossible, due to his height) and sighing at the mess I still haven't cleant up. "And I'm going to be the ex-intern if I don't start cleaning now."

Both Harry and Niall looked fixedly at all of the clothing thrown around the room then scowled at Louis. I giggled at the fact that they knew exactly who did it; He must do that often.

"Liah, we're sor-" Harry started, but I stopped him.

"It's fine, really. This is my job." He shrugged then started picking up some of the items on the floor. I quickly retrieved some of the clothing, placing them on the rack, myself. "I did say my job" I said, waving a shirt infront of his face. He surrendered, throwing his hands up.

I was halfway into putting all the clothes in their correct spot when I noticed something.

"Aren't there five of y'all?" I asked, once again, pointing in between the boys. They all looked up from their phones and nodded. I checked my watch and noticed that it's been two hours yet no sign of the fifth member. I grabbed two handfuls of clothes and tried to walk to the nearest rack but, of course I crashed into somebody. Straight face, clothes, and floor.

"I am so sorry." I yelled, trying to find the person I had the collision with. The boys rushed over to help me off the floor.

"Are you okay, Liah?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, are you okay because you hit that ground pretty d*mn hard." Louis added, gaining mulitple glares from the other boys.

"No, no, I'm okay." I said, brushing off my shirt. Great, I've only known them for a couple of hours and I'm already showing my clumsy side.

"At least one of us is okay," I slowly turned to face an angry Zayn Malik, who is now vigorously swatting his white muscle T-shirt. "I, on the other hand, could be a whole lot happier."

"I'm so-" Zayn brought his hand up and shook his head.

"Save it." He stormed passed me, bumping my shoulder on the way to his rack.

At that moment, I felt helpless and embarrased. I had an oppurtunity of a lifetime right there in the palm of my hands but already, I was messing up. I was so frustrated and annoyed but I had to get these clothes cleared before I did anything else.

"Don't beat yourself up, darling. He's just not having a good day, is all." Louis said, patting my back. I wanted to believe him but I knew I was the reason he acted the way he did.

"You're right. Thanks, Lou." I gave him a small smile and returned to the clothes on the floor.

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An hour passed by and I was completely done with the clothing war that took place in the dressing room. I took this time to examine all the clothes on each of the racks. Louis' rack was full of graphic T-shirts, dark jeans, and jean jackets. Liam's rack had various hoodies, T-shirts, sweatpants, and jeans. Niall's rack had jerseys, baseball tees, cut-off sweats, and jackets. Harry's was filled with random clothing such as flannels, peacoats, and skinny jeans with holes in them. I walked over to Zayn's rack but stopped when I remembered that we're not on the best of terms.

Feeling responsible for what happened, I walked over to the couch he was sitting in and decided to make amends.

"Uh, can I have seat?" I asked, searching his face for the answer. He nodded and I sat an arm's length away from him. Just in case he explodes the way he did earlier.

"Who are you?" He asked, eyes darting to the window, staring at the London scenery.

"I'm Caroline's intern, Maliah Michel." He reacted quickly, turning his head to face me, knotting his eyebrows.

"Caroline needs an intern?"

"Of course she needs an intern. She never knows when she'll need to leave and play mommy or wife! And that's where I come in." I answered, matter-of-factly.

"Oh, okay. Maybe I should tell her how bad you are at just walking, then." My mouth dropped, obviously the reaction he wanted because a smirk was planted on his face. This guy wasn't having a bad day, oh no, he's just a jerk who needs to be trained.

"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.

"Actually, yeah." He answered, still wearing that stupid grin.

"It was a mistake!"

"Okay, well then try not to make another mistake, yeah?" I squinted my eyes, trying my hardest to hold back the beast from unleashing. It's obvious that it was accidental and this jackass wants to hold it against me?

"Why can't you just let it go and we start over?"

"Actually," He leaned in closer to me. "I don't have to do not one thing...want to know why?" I didn't answer but that didn't stop him from continuing "Because you're just an intern, love. You work for me...not the other way around." He grabbed his phone and made his way out of the dressing room, slamming the door.

My head felt like it was spinning. I couldn't believe he was acting in that manner. Why was he holding this 'bump in' over my head this high? I apologized as soon as it happened and then tried to a second time. What else could I have possibly done? I ran my hands through my hair, sighing loudly, trying to figure out how I could solve this. Even though he was being a douche about this, I knew I had to fix it.

But how?

A/N: So what do you guys think? Harry is such a gentleman...meanwhile Zayn is being a douche but hey it is what it is lol. On the right is what Zayn was wearing. Thanks xx