maid in the am

30.

Mel's POV
I'm so fucking exhausted and I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. I've never thrown such a big birthday party before, let alone planned it with Harry Styles. Niall's been my best friend for ages though, so he is worth it. I still remember the day I moved into my house and met him. He was the best neighbor ever, and we became instant friends. We would get up to no good almost every day, as I brought out his mischievous side. I start to think back to 2010, when everything changed for him. I mean, I take credit for like half of his success because I taught him to be cheeky and likable. Still though, when I first met Niall's band, I fancied Harry immediately when I saw him. UH YUH I'm going to implode. I've had a crush on him forever, and I finally get to work with him alone. I begin to reminisce on the beginning of my career as well. Louis and I would always pull pranks and shit, and we always got along really well. He's actually the one that told me to become a comedian, and the boys used their platform to promote me. I have always been so appreciative of them for this fact, especially Liam. He and I always get into weird ass conversations, but he has always encouraged me to be my best, and actually be responsible with my fame and money. I haven't talked to Zayn in uh.....yuh. I'm actually a year younger than Niall though, so I was always treated like their little sister, except for Harry because we're the same age. There's always been a weird tension between Harry and me, but I can never put a finger on what it is. Anyway, I think that's why I always go all out on Niall's parties though, because I feel like he's done so much for me, even though he insists he hasn't. I rented a warehouse for this party, and basically put all the stuff that I like and know makes a good party. Neil sorta does whatever and goes with the flow, so I am not too concerned about him not liking it. He likes anything if I give him enough booze. Hell, if I get him drunk enough, I could probably get him to confess his love for Rosie! WAIT IM A FUCKING GENIUS, I already knew that though. Lord only knows what's going on between those two, but I definitely sense a spark. I'm always right about that kind of thing, especially when it comes to Niall. Fuck, I have set up every relationship he's ever had, well the ones that meant anything to him at least. I've been driving to the venue and finally pull up to the warehouse. I have a fucking ton of work to do if I am going to transform this into the party place of the century. I promised Harry that I would meet him here, part of my plan to finally seduce him is to make him help me with Niall's party. I set up my diabolical plan around 7 months ago, by making Niall plan Harry's party. I really planned it, but had Niall take credit, then I roped Harry into planning Niall's by guilting him about how "well Niall did" on his party. Ugh, my mind I swear. I whip around the building and I see his car parked outside. IGPSDIUHGSLKJDHIKUGB:IAHSFIUHS:KJSGF:VJB F:UEOGOFiz;hcgi'

Harrys POV
I'm at the place early. I take a look around. I've actually been having lots of fun planning this with Mel. I felt obligated at first because Niall did throw me and amazing party, but Mel has made it a delight. I feel something new when I am around her, even though I've known her for years. There's something about her that just makes me laugh. Her ideas are very bright, and she was so helpful when we were coming up with everything. I can see large boxes of decorations sitting on pallets outside of the venue. She must have had them delivered early this morning or last night. She's really putting a lot into this party, it's very kind of her to help me so much. Niall always used to tell me stories about her, and about them growing up and she's really very bewitching. She insisted on renting this huge warehouse, saying that it has to be big enough to fit all of Niall's friends. I am just excited to meet one friend in particular, as Mel has been telling me about Niall's on-site maid, and how she's coming tonight. She told me to watch them interact and to report back on if I think that there is something there. It makes sense that she would ask me, as Niall and I have always been the ones to pursue women together. I always know when he's actually interested versus just looking for someone for the night. It is very difficult to pique his interest though, and it does not happen often; so if Mel is right about it, Rose must be one special lady. Mel finally arrives, and parks next to me. I get out of my car and and open her car door for her. She greets me, "Hey fat bitch >:)" and I respond with a very dry, "Hello Amelia." She looks at me in dismay and fake agony before shooting back sarcastically, "Oof full name?" I smile at her, I can't help that she makes me laugh so much. Once we get inside, and pull the boxes in she tells me to "get decorating sloth hoe," so I begin. I've been laying down the dance floor when I turn around to see that Mel has built an entire stage all by herself. "My dad was a carpenter" she shrugs off my shock. "Mel, that is amazing, who would've thought you had talent?" I joke with her. She runs at me full force and slams into my body pinning me down and smashing a cupcake all over my face. I don't even know where she got it, but she totally destroys the pastry as I struggle under her. We are laughing and she finally lets me up and says, "Ha, I am very talented and you better never say that I am not again" I just stare at her incredulously and joke, "For being so little, you sure do pack a punch!" She all of sudden says "brb" and bolts away. I can only assume she's going to make trouble with that tone of voice, so I follow her outside. There is a huge semi-truck waiting for us with grand structures and tables and chairs. There is also workers to help us. Shortly after, a full-size 10 tier cake and an ice sculpture of Niall arrives. I look over to see Mel directing everyone like a madman, and I can't help but stare at her in admiration. She is an amazing person and this is going to be an amazing night.