With All My Love

What Do You Believe?

(the video is just the song that came on shuffle when I started writing)

~Layla~

Caroline had given me a list of specific outfits she wanted the boys to try on. After they tried them on we would tailor them to make sure they fit properly. God for bid the members of One Direction looked anything but perfect.  Not that I was complaining about them being perfect. Quite frankly I think the boys could dress in paper bags and they would still look like every bit of the million bucks they had earned the past two years. They tried on the first few looks and I found myself slowly slipping into a dream state. Specifically Harry made me ache in places I'd rather not mention. The way his ringlets flopped in front of his face and how he would use his long, slender fingers to brush them away. The twinkle in his emerald eyes and the way his cheeks folded into dimples every time he smiled. Wait , what? Was I seriously this wrapped up in a guy I had just met? This has to be a cruel mind game.

"Layla?"

"Mhm?" I said unintelligently as I looked up to see that Caroline was looking at me.

"Can you clean up while I go grab something from the store?" I nodded my head as she and the boys quickly left. But Harry stayed behind.

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~Harry~

"Do you know where the vacuum is?" she asked as she crinkled her perfectly shaped eyebrows together.

"No," I replied casually. She sighed and walked down the hall. I quietly followed after her and saw her digging through a closet.

"Do people normally keep vacuums in their closet?" she asked. She sat on the bed and buried her face in her hands.

"What's wrong, Layla?" I asked as I went to sit next to her.

"I'm going to be a miserable failure at this job. I just know it. No matter how hard I try I always screw things up. It's just who I am as a person. Maybe that's why I always surround myself with successful people so I know what it's like to actually be an active member of society. Because at the end of the day-" she abruptly stopped and gave me a horrified look.

"What?" I asked as I suddenly thought that something was on my face. Maybe she could see my drool?

"I always talk to much! My friend Avery told me that it is my worst habit!" I smiled. I reached my finger to the other side of her face and forced her to look at me.

"At least people know what you're feeling. Besides, it's not like you have that horrible of a voice." Her eyes widened when I said that last part.

"I thought you were supposed to be a ladies man. That whole 'different girl every night' kind of guy." a laughing smile spread across her face. She stood up and walked out of the room. I quickly chased after her.

"And what would give you that impression?" I asked as I leaned against the door frame to the living room. She was hanging up the clothes that littered the room.

"Things I've read, been told. I don't know. It's just a thing."

"Just a thing? How can I prove to you that I'm not?" I asked as I closed some of the space between us.

"Why does it matter to you what I think anyways?" she asked as she turned to face me. She had her eyebrows raised and one hand on her hips. It was an empowering stance. And I bit my lip to try and stop myself from kissing her then and there.

"Maybe cute, blond girls with beautiful forces and a habit of talking too much have a special place in my heart." It was her turn to blush and laugh. She turned away and picked up a white button up shirt and walked it over to an ironing board.

"I honestly don't feel like doing this right now," she muttered as she waited for the iron to heat up.

"Feel like lunch?" I asked quickly. I held my breath as I waited for her answer. Why was I this nervous? I had talked to pretty girls before. Many of them actually. Maybe this was the first time I actually cared abut what someone thought of me.

"Is this you asking me out?" she asked in s teasing tone.

"Do you want it to be that?"

"That has to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard," she said as she defiantly set the iron down.

"I'll admit to that. But it still doesn't answer my question."

"Well then, Harry Styles. I would love to accompany you on a date." I couldn't help it as a smile spread across my face.