Not So Ordinary~ A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 3: Smooth One

Chapter 3: Smooth One

A line of light was streaming from the window, warming my hand that was rested on my chest. It was early, I could tell. A bird sat on a tree, just outside my window, singing a morning song. I could see my reflection in the mirror on the wall ahead of me. My hair had been roughly tied into a messy bun, pieces astray. I had fallen asleep in only an over-sized knit sweater. My charm bracelet jingled as I slowly placed my feet lightly on the ground, trying my best not to wake Angelica & Dorina who were probably still asleep, stretched and then tip-toed out of bed, pulling on some shorts on the way out. The maple flooring was cool as I crept into the kitchen. Just before I opened the fridge, I noticed Dorina awake, reading a book, her feet curled under her.

"Oh! Laila!" she said, startled.

"Your up early," I smiled, opening the fridge. What should I make today?

"Yeah, just catching up on some... college reading," she was going to be a National Language Translator. She was amazing in writing & english. Putting her book under a pile of others, she walked over to me, a curious look on her face.

"What on earth happened last night?" she whispered.

"I hope you don't think that I ditched you on purpose. Angelica, you know how she is when she has an idea and - " she trailed off, as I nodded. I knew what she meant.

I bit my lip. I wanted to tell her so badly. I wasn't even mad that she had still technically ditched me. I spit it all out. Told her EVERYTHING.

"And he's so..." I paused, struggling for the right words, while flipping the banana pancakes that I had mastered a year before. "... normally different," I explained.

Dorina was sitting, with her knees up, on one of the high stools, her hands under her chin, mouth dropped open in udder amazement.

"Wow,"

"I know, right? I can't even explain it all, it was so surreal. I'm just afraid to hear what Angelica has to say about it," I replied, keeping an eye on the pancakes while blending the smoothies.

Angelica defined herself as a "Directioner". She was unaware that they started on X-Factor, was convinced that WMYB was the first song they'd sung together & that Louis was Lewis while Zayn was spelt Zayne. Oh, and she was obsessed with Harry, because in her eyes, he was the "lead singer".

Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. Who could that even be? I hadn't met anyone besides Harry. But from the side panel of glass by the door, I could see that in fact, it was Harry Styles.

"Shit!" I gasped, grabbing at Dorina.

"What do I do?!" I asked, pulling the sleeve of her shirt like a child.

"Calm down Laila! It's probably just the mail man," she waved her hand nonchalantly, walking to the door.

She peeked at the glass, than flattened herself againset the wall, hiding from him.

"Oh, shit!" she whispered, covering her mouth.

I crawled across the floor toward her, tossing my slippers aside and attempting to de-frizz my hair. Why did I always look my worst when he was here?!

"How do I look?" I whispered desperately to Dorina.

"Um, you might wanna wipe the smoothie off your forehead first," she giggled.

"Good idea,"

I stood up, rearranged my shirt correctly and grasped the door knob. Dorina gave me a confident nod. And I pulled it open.

Harry stood there, his hair perfectly tousled, biting his lap and leaning against the frame of the door. He was wearing slouchy jeans and a gray cardigan. When he noticed that I had answered, he straightened up quickly and started stuttering...

"Oh, uh, hey!" he tried to sound cool but he looked so anxious.

"Hi!" I replied, way to loudly.

I cleared my throat, looking at Dorina who was squished behind the door, against the wall, listening intently.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for a smoothie or something, maybe you like coffee? I'm not a coffee drinker but maybe you are, so..."

He was so nervous. I was making Harry Styles nervous.

"Yeah! Sounds great! Or... you could come in for a home-made smoothie," I suggested.

"Oh, that's be awesome! Are you sure though? Your not busy unpacking or anything?" he asked, glancing at the piles of boxes splayed everywhere.

"Nope," I said, kicking one aside.

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"These are absolutely amazing," he said, taking another sip.

"Glad you like it!"

Dorina had secretly returned to her room, unnoticed by Harry. And I definitely didn't want Angelica to see him, wherever she was.

"So, what got you interested in cooking?"

"Well, when I was younger, I would always cook with my dad. Our house was a little jumbled up, Dad did the cooking & Mum did a lot of the driving around and working..." I explained. "...so my Dad and I always found that the best way to spend time with each other was through, well, making food," I smiled thoughtfully, tapping the side of my glass.

"Wow, your Dad seems like a wonderful guy," he stated.

"Yeah..." I added, trailing off. "... so, I'm guessing you guys are having a break from tour?"

"Uhuh, we're just relaxing at my place for a bit. Trying to grab reality back, you know?"

"Well, not really," I laughed.

Harry smiled, that crooked smile. God, was it ever beautiful. I leaned over a bit, not really sure what for, he just drew me in I guess. And in a matter of a second, I had spilled my entire smoothie onto his lap. What was wrong with me around him?!

"Oh my god! I.. I'm so sorry!" I apologized, taking a napkin and trying to soak up the mess.

"Its fine, really!" he sympathized, placing the cup up right again & leaning across to swipe up the spill on the tabletop.

"Crap!" Harry muttered, tipping over HIS smoothie onto ME.

What was seriously going on here. Had he done it on purpose to be flirty? Maybe, maybe not.

He took a wad of napkins and tried his best to clean it up as well.

"It's alright, I needed a reason to get rid of this sweater anyway," I laughed lightly.

"Oh, you have a bit... erm, just right there, on your chin," he replied.

Harry reached over and swiped the strawberry-banana smoothie off of my chin with the edge of his hand. But he kept his hand there, long after he had wiped it clean.

"That's what makes you beautifuuul!"

I heard Angelica sing (or shriek for that matter). She had just woken up, had stepped out of the guest room with a cheery skip and stretched her arms wide over her head, yawning. Before I could do anything though, she saw Harry. And my ear drums almost burst when she squealed...

"OH MY GOD!! IT'S HARRY STYLES!!!!"

There was going to be a lot of explaining to do.

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