Living with the Styles.

Chapter 3

I stood there, shocked. I was falling for someone who doesn’t like me back.

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I don't understand. I thought she liked me back. I dragged my feet back into the living room and turned on the TV. I wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, my phone went off. It was Louis. I answered it.

H: Hello?

L: Hi mate! What's up?

H: Not much. I sighed.

L: What was the sigh for? Tell Uncle Louis!

H: Oh well, my mother offered out our spare room to an Aussie girl and I've sort of fallen for her, but I don't think she likes me.

L: Oh dude, I'm sorry. Hey, why don't you come out tomorrow?

H: Can't, grounded for two weeks.

L: What the fuck did you this time?

H: I put fake blood on the spare room's bed and scared Piper.

L: That's funny.

H: It would have been if she wasn't hot. I wouldn't have done it if I knew she was.

L: Awwh, I'm sure it would be fine. Got to go mate, bye.

H: Yea bye Lou

I hung up and chucked my phone on the side of the couch. I sunk in the couch and sighed, heavily. It was going to be a long night; I knew I would hardly get much sleep. I threw of my shirt and jeans, and sitting on the couch in my boxers only.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the sound of my mum and Gemma talking in the kitchen ot Piper.

'So, I think Harry likes you Piper, he's never acted this way about anyone.' I heard my mother say.

'Yeah, he loves you.' She teased.

I quietly and quickly got off the coach and leant my ear against the wall, next to the door to the kitchen to listen.

I heard Piper laugh unevenly.

'Aww, no need to be nervous, but do you like him back?' Gemma asked.

I peered round the door frame and accidently knocked something over.