Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Thirty Eight

PLEASE READ MY NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER.

If you don't and I get messages about it, I'm ignoring them.

And don't forget, TEAGAN WILL NOT FALL FOR ANY OF THE OTHER BOYS NOR WILL THEY FALL FOR HER. Cause I feel like if I don't enforce that right now, you guys will read the chapter and it'll seem like otherwise. So yeah.

LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN

Chapter Thirty Eight

It turned our Harry's bedroom was being painted and re designed, so I was staying with him in a different part of the house Outside, there was a small building, the space of a den perhaps. 

[A/N this building was in A Year In The Making. I hope you guys know what I'm talking about.]

"I like it in here," I commented as I took a look around. "It's cozy." 

The only not so welcoming part was the 30 teenage girls crowded around his driveway. Harry was too nice to call the police, but their screams and calls were getting a tad annoying. 

"Don't worry about the girls," Harry said. "I'm betting my personal defence league will be there soon."

I laughed. Personal defence league? It turned out that a few of Harry's teenage boy neighbours had formed the "Harry Styles Defence League" where they threw water balloons and egged the trespassing and noisy girls in Harry's driveway. Personally, I would like to get a reaction from the fans whilst this was happening. 

It was almost dinner time and I was looking through my suitcase for something to change into. My current outfit was extremley wrinkled from the plane ride, as was Harry's. Harry had offered to show me around Holmes Chapel after dinner, promising no fan interruptions. I hope he meant it. 

It was definitley colder here than in New York, so I decided on a tight lacy white piece, Aztec print leggings and my slightly scuffed brown UGG slippers to wear around the house. I had refilled my suitcase back in New York with clothes I had left behind the first time and put back a few summery pieces I didn't intend on wearing again.

Heading to the bathroom, I ran a brush through my tangled hair, wincing as I reached a knot. 15 minutes later, my hair was straightened, my makeup was done and it was time for dinner.

"You clean up nice," Harry commented as he checked the clock for the time. He had changed into pitch black jeans and a white tee under a navy blazer. His cologne also smelled familiar.

"You too," I smiled. "You smell like... Drakkar Noir."

"And you smell like... Alien perfume?" Harry guessed after taking a whiff of me.

"Good with identifying the lady scents?" I raised my eyebrows as we head to the kitchen. As soon as Harry opened the door, I was overwhelmed by the sight and smell of a rather large rectangular table of food. Pasta, rolls, salad, all around a table with 5 chairs and place settings. 

"Teagan! I'm Gemma," a beautiful brunette girl with quite a resemblance to Harry approached me with a smile. She was wearing sheer black leggings and a long plum knit sweater. "Harry's sister. It's nice to finally meet you."