Louis. The only thing he had on was a pair of boxers. I saw Harry laugh. His soft curls bounced up and down. I loved that about him. Louis walked to Harry's bathroom. He came back with a stick figure, a toothbrush I think, and left the room. Harry checked his phone, sighed and went into his bed. He faced the window.
I was scared he would see me. What if he did, and thought that I just didn't want to answer him? But his eyes met mine. I imagined his green eyes, his perfect smile and dimples. He waved at me with a grin on his face. I smiled at him. I was about to walk out in my balcony to go look a little closer, but then realized I was stripped down in only my bra and underwear. I'll have my fun.
He watched as I walked around my bed. I knew he couldn't see me because it was pitch black. I went to the curtain, and finally showed myself. The outside lanterns and lights made it easier for him to see. His jaw dropped as I stood there, flashing him a teasy grin. His eyes didn't leave my body. I blushed a little, and then closed my curtains.
Harry's P.O.V.
I woke up to the light flashing in through my room. I looked over to my clock. 10:40. Fuck. We have to go to the Ellen Show to film in a few hours. I walked over to my bathroom, washed my face and looked up. It didn't help that my curls didn't look normal. The curls didn't curl. This isn't okay.
I thought there probably would be a hair stylist there, so I just left it alone. I didn't see the point of going down to eat, since there would probably be a buffet, or food there.
I checked my phone once again.
KylieWylie<3 : Good morning babe. Heard you were going on the ellen show. Good luck. <3
I smiled. I remembered the first time Kylie came over to hang out with me, we watched the show together. Ellen had David Beckham on the show, and we had laughed our heads off. I typed back, Come with us! I need the support, love!
She answered a few seconds later saying she would love to.
She looked beautiful. Her beige heels made little click sounds as they hit the driveway. I just stood there, completely amazed at how confident and beautiful she looked. She wore a little black dress that showed off just the top of her boobs. I bit my lip, and looked down. The dress ended a little before mid-thigh, which showed off her long, tan legs, one of my favorite features about her.
Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, her long straight brown hair hanging. I smiled and put my hands around her waist. She had on her signature scent, vanilla. I smelled her hair. She giggled, and I suddenly blushed. "You look wonderful." I whispered in her ears. I felt her shiver.
We walked into the house. All the boys greeted her with open hugs and approving stares. I saw her blushed as we all complimented her. A limo arrived, and we all climbed in there. It wasn't our first time being in a limo, and it wasn't Kylie's either, but my eyes dropped out of my head. The whole limo was glistened with small beautiful red lights, and there was candles everywhere. A bottle of champaign and long glasses bathed in a bucket filled with lights.
I looked over to Kylie, who was amazed. The boys ran out of the limo. "Oh, the limo is for you two! We'll just take the van!" Louis screamed as the car door shut behind them. I felt the limousine move.
Kylie blushed. I smiled, and put my arms around her as we sat back. I poured us some alcohol in the glasses, and handed it over to Kylie. "I don't drink." She said. I knew she didn't, she was only 17, and only drank a little on special occasions, which might as well be today.
I didn't take no for an answer. We sipped on our champagne, peacefully looking around. Her head rested on my shoulder, her arms around my waist. My own arm was over her shoulder, and the other one layed on her thigh.
"I love you, Kylie Thompson."
She looked up at me. A tear escaped her beautiful blue eyes. "I love you too, Harry Styles."
The End.
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