maid in the am

18.

Rose's POV
God I stink. I haven't showered since before I went out with Mel, and then I worked out too. I did my usual workout circuit in the living room, even though there's probably a gym in this house somewhere. I realize how little of the house I've seen, but then again I've only been here for like a week. I need to shower, so I go to my room first. I let the waterfall shower head wash away all my sweat and my worries. I am still shaken about the dream I had at Mel's house. It felt so real, so wonderful, and so..... confusing. I woke up and I really thought that it had happened, that Niall and I were together, that he woke me up with a kiss on my forehead. Then I woke up so confused, but not in the way that I thought. I was confused because I was angry that it wasn't real. I was angry that I can't call him my own, and I can't be with him all the time. God dammit, I have to pull myself together! I'm not allowed to do this, this is not allowed. Feelings just complicate things, make them messy. I hate messes. That's why I love cleaning for fucks sake! I can't clean emotions though, that's why I prefer to leave them out of things. I realize that yes, obviously I'm attracted to Niall, honestly who wouldn't be, but there should be no feelings there. He's my boss, and that's the only relationship we can have. Why does he have to be so sweet and charming though? It makes my life so much harder. At least he's gone. Oh my god, thank the dear lord he is gone. What if he was here? I would've like woken up and really thought we were together! I would've done something so stupid and made our relationship so uncomfortable it would've been irreparable. My experience of knowing Niall Horan would be over just like that. While being enamored with him and not being able to do anything about it except be his employee and "friend" sucks, not being able to see him or speak to him at all would suck so much more. I hop out of the shower after being in it for way too long, and I look at myself in the mirror. I can't jeopardize this, no matter how my stupid brain feels. He will never feel that way about be, and I understand why too. He could have literally any girl on the planet whenever he wanted, so why would he choose me? Right, he wouldn't that's the point you moron I think as I stare at my freshly washed face. I throw my hair up into my towel, put my clothes on, and head back into my room. I go on somewhat of a cleaning rampage to keep my mind off of Niall, but I mean it's pretty hard when he has walls of awards and pictures of himself everywhere. What a narcissist, but then again, I get it. I probably would do the same thing if I ever got famous like I want to. I've done almost everything that's in the binder, except for the stuff that was in rooms I didn't know where to find. I haven't even explored two of the levels of his house, I'll have to ask him when he gets back. By this point it's around 5:30, and I am famished. I cleaned straight through the day and I don't really feel like cooking right now. I decide to get pizza from my favorite pizza place, and luckily Niall's house is right on the edge of their delivery zone. I put in my order, and go change into my ugly sweats and a tank top. I throw my hair up into a high pony tail, and go out to the living room. I plop onto the couch and watch some crappy reality tv while I wait for the knock on the door. After around 45 minutes it finally comes, and I race to the front door. I practically throw it open, to be met with a familiar face for the first time in a while. I'm honestly pathetic because the familiar face is Travis the pizza delivery guy. He always brought me my pizza at my old apartment, and so we kinda became acquaintances. He looks at me, totally shocked, and says, "Holy crap, would you look at that! Is this your house?" I sheepishly from at him, and respond, "Oh no I'm just temporarily living here as my job." Travis is nice and all, and cute enough, but he's just not for me. He's always tried making small talk and tried to get me to go out with him on multiple occasions, but I've always declined. There's just something about him that I can't trust, I know it sounds rude to judge a book by its cover but I'm typically pretty good at reading people. He tried to come into my apartment one night when I was drunk, and I haven't really trusted him since. We finish our interaction and I pay for my food, and as he leaves he just smiles and says, "See ya around." I shut the door and lock it behind me, turning on the alarm. I know I'm paranoid but like, you can never be too cautious. I bring my delicious pizza to the living room, and proceed to munch on it while watching the shittiest movie I've ever seen. It was just on tv, but it was so bad I couldn't stop watching. It was like a bad accident. I decide to text Mel about it because I know she would appreciate the awfulness. I write:
Hey Mel, I am watching the worst movie ever right now and I feel like you would appreciate it as much as me. It's called The Prince and Me. It's honestly so bad, you're welcome!!
I get an almost immediate response after I hit send.
Holy Shit!!! That's my favorite movie ever! No way in hell its amazing!
I sit and laugh to myself on the couch, she's so weird but I love her. It's nice to finally have a friend again, someone I can be my wacky self with and still feel normal. I take care of my dishes, but realize that Niall and I forgot to get dish soap and coffee while we were at the store. It could probably wait, but I've been feeling so cooped up all day I decide it will be good for me to get out of the house. I go to my room to change into some more appropriate clothes for the store, throw on some flip flops and head out. I grab my car keys and the spare garage remote from the table in the entrance of the house. I make my way to my car, and realize that I haven't driven in like a week. I also realize that my car got smacked and I had totally forgotten about it. Fuck, I better get that fixed. I back out of the garage and make my way down the winding streets of the hill. This neighborhood is so insanely beautiful. I wish I could really live here, maybe someday I will if I work hard enough. I make my way out of the gate, and onto the streets of normal people. I end up at the same store Niall and I went to, park my car and get out. I go in on a mission, and relatively quickly find the dish soap. I walk down the aisles and aisles of organic goods, and finally find the one with the coffee. There's at least fifty different kinds of organic this and vegan that, and I get kind of overwhelmed. Luckily for me, an employee offers me his services. He must've seen that I was lost, and decided to intervene. He introduces himself as Michael, and he's kinda hot. I'm not gonna lie to myself , he's very sweet, and very knowledgeable about coffee apparently. I'm not looking for anything special though, coffee wise or man wise. I just don't have the energy to put the effort in. He helps me choose one, and even offers to carry my things up to the register. As he is ringing me up he says, "Sooo, I've never seen you around this store before. Did you just move here? I mean I feel like I would definitely have remembered a face as beautiful as yours." He flashes a mischievous smile, like he knows that he's smooth. I can't help but laugh a little, and respond, "I usually don't shop at this store, I just needed to grab these couple of items" I add very sarcastically, "and I bet you say that to all the ladies." He gives me a confident grin and says, "Oh you've got a bit of spice to you! I like that, and no I don't say that everyone, only to the special ones." He winks at me and I just roll my eyes. I pay for my groceries as he continues to flirt, and go on my way out to my car. I notice as I'm putting the groceries in my back seat that he's written a little note on my coffee bag. I get in my car first, then read:
You're as hot as this coffee will be ;) What do you say you enjoy some with me? -Michael 213-786-8990
I scoff, but who knows maybe I'll eventually text him. I make my way out of the parking lot and start on my way back home. It's so weird to think that Niall's house is technically my home now. Like this is my dream but like only kind of. My real dream involves something I swore off thinking about. As I reach the gates of the community, I pull the remote out and open it. I pull into the neighborhood, and start to make my way up the winding roads. However, my path is interrupted when I see the lights flashing behind me. I hear the sirens come on and pull over. Only the cop car doesn't whiz past me like I thought it would. It stays right behind me. Oh fucking great.