Chapter Three- Terrible Things

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by WeSayNo

by WeSayNo

Two months. Two months since I met Zayn and Perrie on an airplane, two months since my video became most watched in YouTube history, and two months since I'd left home.

It was about time anyway, I had graduated high school a months before, and needed to be independent and start my life. However, independent is not exactly what I got. Sure I don't live with my mom anymore, but instead I have to babysit a 20-year-old sassmaster and an 18-year-old ladies' man.

You heard right.

I live with Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles of One Direction!! I absolutely love it. Louis is the greatest thing in this side of the hemisphere- energetic, caring, and always up for a good time. It also helped that he was with Eleanor, so I wasn't always the only girl in the house. He and I got on from the very second I walked through the front door.

Harry Styles, however, was a completely different story. He was an arrogant, cocky player, that seemed to hate me right around the time Louis decided I would be his best friend. What did I do wrong? I was so looking forward to meeting him, and then when I heard I was living with him, I became the happiest girl in the world! He was perfectly friendly when we met at Zayn's studio apartment, but when Louis offered that I could live with them, everything was the farthest from friendly. If I was in a room, he would walk out. If I tried to talk to him, he'd either ignore me, or shout an answer at me. If it was my turn to make dinner, he'd go out to Nando's with Niall, as if I could poison him with my food.

Overall, Harry Styles made me feel like shit. And Amelia-Michelle Leviosa NEVER feels like shit. He introduced me to a new low feeling that I'd never experienced in my life.

For example, every time I heard his deep husky voice, I'd get butterflies in my stomach from nerves that he was going to say something rude again. And when he ran his hands through his curls flexing his biceps, my whole body tingled in annoyance.

But deep down,

deep,

deep down, I knew it wasn't nerves or annoyance.

I was falling for my unfriendly roommate.