Living with One Direction

Chapter 10

Everyone went straight to their rooms once we got home, being mobbed by fans and paparazzi is pretty tiring.

I make my way up the stairs and to my room, where my phone awaits me. It's about ten at night, and I'm not too tired, so why not check twitter?

I click on the famous app and scroll through my feed, where I find thousands of pictures of the '1D Mystery Girl'. It's a picture of me hiding behind Zayn, covering up my face as best as I could with my sweatshirt. Unluckily for me, people got a few shots of my face, but they still have no idea who I am.

I faintly hear quick footsteps coming near, when out of no where, Liam comes bursting through my door.

"Liam," I scold, "I could've been naked!"

"Sorry, but have you seen all of these pictures of you?" He huffs, the words tumbling out of his mouth.

"Yes, but if no one knows who I am, everything's going to be okay," I say, more trying to convince myself than Liam.

"I know, I know. I just thought that since you don't want to live with - yeah, and I didn't know if you saw them." He tells me, then quickly leaves.

That was weird. I guess the girls had forgotten about bringing me shopping, but I'm out of clothes to sleep in. Exiting my room, I walk down the hallway to see who's light is still on. When I reach Harry's door, it's slightly open, with him reading a book.

I hesitantly knock, not wanting to disturb him, but I need clothes and when I passed by the girls' room, they seemed to have been sleeping.

Harry looks up from his book, "come in," he says - his voice thick and raspy.

I enter his colossal room, awkwardly standing there.

"Hey," I shyly begin, "do you have any extra clothes I could use to sleep in tonight? You're the only one awake," I explain.

"Sure, no problem," He says, his eyes glimmering as he flashes me a smile.

He walks to his dresser and pulls out a T-shirt and...boxers?

"These would probably fit," he says.

"Okay, thank you," I say, leaving his room.

I'm holding Harry Styles' boxers right now. I'm wearing Harry Styles' boxers to bed. Wow.

A pang of guilt hits me, reminding me that I shouldn't be obsessing over Harry Styles' boxers right now, and that I should be talking to my mother.

I strip from my clothes and put Harry's on, then climb into bed.

"Mom?" I ask into the darkness surrounding me. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I didn't exactly get to say goodbye. I love you so much. I miss you much," my voice comes out as a broken whisper, and my face soaked in tears by the time I was finished.

When morning arrives, I realize I must've fell asleep while crying, because my face feels crusted and I have a raging headache. I slowly get up and walk to the bathroom to check my appearance. Oh. My blonde hair is tangled in the bun that I put it in last night. My blue eyes are bright, yet bloodshot, and they're puffy. My nose stuffed, and my cheeks flushed. I look like a mess.

I grab the extra toothbrush off of the counter and start scrubbing my teeth. Once that's finished, I splash my face with some water in hopes that the coldness of it will make me feel better, but it doesn't.

My head pounding with every step I take, I walk over to my phone and check what time it is. It's nearly noon?! How long was I up until?

Feeling like total crap, I walk downstairs and find the kitchen empty. That's a relief, no one will have to see me like this.

I rummage through the drawers in hopes to find some cereal, and just as I was about to give up, I found Cheerios. I poured some milk into them, then sat down at the bar.

I heard some shuffling behind me, as Louis walks in, looking like he just woke up as well.

"Hi," I greet him.

He jumps, "sorry love, I didn't see you there. Barely got any sleep last night."

"Oh, why not?" I ask, curiosity taking over me.

"Erm, just was watching Josie- I mean, watching movies this Josie," he stutters, trying to cover up, but failing miserably.

"Oh," I say awkwardly, "I'm just going to nod my head and smile," I tell him, laughing a bit.

Louis chuckles, "sounds good."

He joins me, taking the bar stool next to me, eating Honey Bunches of Oats.

We sit in comfortable silence, eating away our cereal.

I begin to laugh, it's a funny thing, really. Here's me, living with One Direction, eating cereal next to Louis Tomlinson.

He gives me a wild eyed, curious look. I just brush him off. And with that, Josie comes to join us, not saying a word; just grabbing cereal and taking a seat next to Louis.

I smile at her, and she returns it, but with tired eyes.

I get up from my spot and put my dishes into the dishwasher. I kind of need some clothes to wear, and Josie probably isn't going to take me, so I should find Mairead.

After waking around the big house for about ten minutes, I finally find her, typing away on her laptop. She's already dressed, wearing a peach top with a black Peter Pan collar, and black denim shorts. She notices me and closes her laptop to give me her full attention.

Before I can begin, she says, "I was just about to come wake you! Harry said you needed to borrow his clothes last night and we totally spaced on bringing you to the mall yesterday, so do you want to go now?"

"Yeah," I say, "I was just about to tell you that I was out of clothes," I giggle, looking down and see that the oversized shirt goes down to mid-thigh and the boxers show slightly underneath the shirt. I've almost forgotten that I was wearing Harry's clothes.

"I'll go grab some sweatpants and sweatshirt, so you don't have to wear boxers and Harry's shirt to the mall," she laughs.

I nod, and with that she walks past me, sprinting up the stairs.

I walk behind slowly, uncertain if she wanted me to follow her or not. But, as if she could read my thoughts, she yells down, "Ainsley! Come here!"

Reaching the top of the stairs, I walk down the long corridor to find her and Niall's room. She hands me some leggings and a sweatshirt. Of course her things would fit because she's so small.

"The leggings are Josie's - she won't mind - and the sweatshirt is mine," she explains.

I leave her and Niall's room and walk to the bathroom near my room - the guest room. I change into the new clothes, them fitting me perfectly, and decide that my appearance isn't exactly up to par for the public.

Taking my tangled blonde hair out of its messy bun, I spot a brush on the edge of the counter and use it to detangle my chaotic hair. Finally, once it's smoothed out, I manage to get it into a decent side braid.

My face is a whole other story, but I accept the fact that I'm going to look like a drug dealer today.

I leave the bathroom as I found it, and walk back to Mairead and Niall's room to inform her that I'm ready.

"Alright!" She exclaims, "let's go!"

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(A/N):

Slow chapter, I know,I know. But, I have a bunch of ideas floating through my head of more things to come! If you guys wouldn't mind, follow my Instagram @niallsbigbooty! Xoxo