Living with One Direction

Chapter 23

*Harry's POV*

While driving to the park, I can't think of anything to say. I mean Ainsley likes me back, but what do I do now? I felt like I was only preparing for her not to like me and now I'm lost.

"So.." she says, breaking the silence. I can't help but smile.

"So.." I say, smirking.

She sits there, thinking for a second. "What's your secret place?" she asks.

"If I told you I'd have to kill you," I joke. She rolls her eyes in response. Maybe this won't be so hard, maybe her and I can work. Or not. So many things factor into us not working out, like the age difference which the paps would eat up. My fans would probably attempt to kill her, and the boys would make fun of me. The only one who wouldn't is Mairead.

Mairead. I need to talk to her as soon as I get home.

•

We dodge as many paps as we can, and I bring her to the creaky wooden bench that overlooks the calm lake. It's surrounded by pine trees, I came across it by accident once.

She sits onto the bench next to me, we're alone. No one to peek through the trees with their cameras, no annoying waitresses, no one able to walk through and fist bump me, we're alone.

She tucks a small strand of hair behind her ear, she notices that were alone too and that seems as if it uneases her.

"So are you going to tell me why you shared this with me?" She questions, her blue eyes overlooking the sparkling lake.

"Well, I seem to know so much about you, and you only know what the tabloids say.. I just wanted to show you something real. Something that's actually a part of me and that's genuine."

She grins, "Harry Styles are you a softie?"

"Only around you," I chuckle.

She blushes slightly, keeping quiet, but it's cute. We sit in silence for a few minutes, the cool breeze from the lake blowing past us, watching the waves overlap each other carefully.

I look over at her, her brows furrowed and bright eyes focused on the waves. I have the urge to turn her head and kiss her. It would be perfect, but I can't.

I can't kiss her, if I do I will probably ruin things, I don't want to rush anything. I look away before she tempts me even more.

"How did you find this place?" she whispers, not wanting to disturb the quiet surrounding us.

I can't tell her, she's going to think I'm a complete idiot. I look back at her about to shake my head when she raises an eyebrow and looks at me expectantly.

I sigh, "I was drunk one night. You know that picture that was leaked of me peeing on the trees? Well Niall had been drunk too and threw my phone over the trees while I was pissing. We went home forgetting about the phone until the next morning. I went out to look for it and found it over here. I had to buy a new phone because it was shattered but that's how I came across this beautiful place."

She laughs, "how ironic!"

"What?" I question.

"It's just that something bad happened, but something better came out of it. And that would happen to someone like you, I don't have the same luck."

Someone like me? What the hell does that mean?

"Someone like me?" I ask slightly annoyed.

"Like you're a popstar already who makes millions of dollars and have everything you could wish for, then oh have the luck of coming across this beautiful place. Some have better luck than others and I guess that's how the world works," she explains.

I guess so.

•

There's a quick knock on my bedroom door then before I could welcome Louis in, he opens the door and invites himself in.

"Wanna go out tonight? Just the guys, like old times?" His eyes hopeful for a yes.

"Sure why the hell not," I smirk.

•

We arrive at a club, it's stuffy and crowded, the lights so dim they might as well have turned them off.

The lads and I walk over to a bar and Louis orders four shots, Liam had bailed last minute because he had a song idea and insisted to work on it.

"On the count of three," Niall says, "One... Two... Th-" we all down the shots before he could finish.

"More!" Louis shouts.

We've had about 4 rounds and I'm starting to feel buzzed, "I'll just have a beer now," I tell the lads.

"Hellll no!" Zayn complains, his words already slurred, "We're getting a caaab anywaysss!"

What the hell, I haven't had a night out with the boys in forever.

•

I wake up in my bed, naked, and turn over facing a very sexy girl. Damn I got lucky, she looks like someone but I can't put my finger on it. Blonde curly hair, blue eyes.. full lips... Ainsley.

She looks like Ainsley. Shit. Ainsley. Ainsley! Fuck!

I scramble off of the bed to find some sweats and pull them on, then return to the girl and shake her. "You need to go." I command.

She shifts around, "stop Harry we had so much fun."

"No, you need to go." She opens her eyes and rolls them at me, just like Ainsley. No wonder why I took her home. Shit, stop Harry.

*Ainsley's POV*

I wake up to Harry's voice down the hall.

"No, you need to go," he's telling someone.

Me being curious as always, decided to get up and open the door to go see what was happening. Who knew it would be one of my many big regrets.

I walk down the hallway a bit and stop in my tracks to see a tall, skinny blonde dressed in a short and provocative dress, leave his room.

What? What the fuck was that? I'm at his closed door in seconds, pounding on it.

He opens the door and when he spots me, his eyes go wide. Yeah Harry, you fucked up.

(A/N): sorry I haven't updated in forever, who knew summer would be busier than the school year? not me! I apologize for not updating in almost a month, I will try not to let that ever happen again, I really enjoy writing! Please vote and comment! I love you all! xoxo