*Jordann's POV*
After about an hour of freaking out that Louis Tomlinson is in my house,I fall asleep. I wake up at 8 the next. I put on my uniform for my football practice. A neon blue jersey with 'Beast' printed on the front and 'Viola' which is my last name and my number, 13, printed on the back. I pull it on along with the black shorts. I scrape all my hair up into a tight bun, and pin my bangs back. I tie my cleats onto my feet and walk into the kitchen. Within 30 seconds of my stepping out of the bedroom, the guest door opens, and Louis steps out, wearing only boxers might I add. I turn my head away from him as fast as I can to contain the pure excitment.
"Where are you going...?"
He asks with suspision.
"Football practice.."
I answer with e same question in my voice. He nods of approval.
"Can I come?"
He asks. And I reply by nodding my head.
*Kendal's POV*
I wake up to the sound of the land-line ringing. I groan and pick it up.
"Hello?"
I answer, my voice still groggy.
"Hey! Is this Kendal?"
The voice is familar, and thickly-accented. At first it sounds a bit like Jordann's.
"Uh, yeah. Whos this?"
I ask, slightly confused.
"Harry, Harry Styles."
I almost choke on my own breath. Harry?!
"I-I um... I... Why are you calling ME?"
"Well, last night you left your phone in our van, and I got your home phone number from it. I was thinking I could bring it to you...?"
"Yeah! Thats cool... You already know where I live... So Im penthouse number 29."
"Alright. Ill be there in 10 minutes."
Click. The line went dead. I rush and change out of my pajamas and into green shorts and a white Hollister shirt. Soon the doorbell rings and I walk into the living room, which right now has no furniture, just a tarp and a sculpture Im half done with. I try to hide it, due to what its of. I open the door and there he is. Harry Styles. He pulls out my phone and hands it to me.
"T-Thank you."
Hes about to reply when his gaze goes beyond my face, to the sculpture, which my apptemp to cover it has already failed.
"Is that...?"
His voice trails off and he walks past me, and starts examining it.
"This is amazing."
He says and runs his fingers lightly over the sculpture, careful not to mess anything up. He stares at the five bodies of himself and his band members, in clay form. Ive been working on it for 3 months. Every detail is perfect, all thats left to do is paint it.
"Are you going to paint it?"
He whispers still admiring.
"Yes..."
"Can I watch you paint?"
It was a really weird question, but I agree. I go put on my apron and bring out the containers of paint. I dip my fingers into the brown paint and start going along the loops of Harrys clay hair.
*Jordann's POV*
After practice we head back to my flat.
''You did really well!"
Louis compliments.
"Thanks! Hey, um, Marlee has a dance recital tonight, and she wanted me to invite all all of you guys..."
