What The Boys Want || n.h.

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It was ten thirty in the morning, and the sticky summer air made it impossible to breath in this heavy suit. I wanted to look presentable as I met my new house mate. I was told she was young, and beautiful, and while I wasn't trying to have any relationship with her, past a platonic one, I still wanted her to think highly of me.

I walked to the front door, and pulled the screen back, knocking slightly on the white, painted wood. I have to admit, the house was smaller than described, but I couldn't complain, it was a house still. One that was offered to me without my persistent begging.

Within moments, a woman answered the door. She was a bit smaller than me, and had dark brown hair, which was curled slightly, and pinned up. Her red lipstick was blinding, and her dress was cut so low, I was surprised her breasts hadn't popped out when she jumped with excitement.

"Oh you must be Mr. Horan!" she clapped, pulling me in for a hug. She squeezed me a little bit too tight, and kissed my cheek a little too long.

"You can call me Niall, and I suppose you're Ms. Hazel?" I smiled, gently.

"Penelope, call me Penelope. Come in, I'll show you around."

I entered the home, and immediately I could feel the rush of cold air. It made me feel refreshed, and awakened from my long flight here.

"The kitchen is right through those doors, the nanny, Dolores is in there. Dolly, come here hon, come meet Mr. Horan!"

"Eh, Niall," I insisted.

Out walked a slightly older woman, maybe in her fifties. She smiled kindly at me, and shook my hand. "Hello, sir. Would you like some lemonade? I just made it," she offered, holding a tall glass with a striped pink straw poking out.

"Yes, that'd be lovely. Thank you very much."

"Sorry about the childish straws, Lo picked them out," Penelope complained, waving Dolores off.

We walked towards the back door, and I was starting to worry about the heat again, but kept it to myself.

The backyard was lovely, flowers were sprouting from everywhere, and small, hidden gardens were connected to the large blossoming one.

There was a small porch swing connected to a tall tree, and many little bird feeders everywhere.

"I wish Lo would stop hiding from me long enough to meet you," the woman huffed.

"Who is Lo?" I questioned, sipping from my lemonade.

"Oh I completely forgot! Lo, Loren, she's my daughter. Just turned 14 last month. She's beautiful. You'd love her."

Penelope led me all around the gigantic garden, until we reached the most hidden corner of the backyard.

A thin, short girl, laid under the sprinklers, humming a tune, and sucking on a heart shaped lollipop. Her hair was strewn all over the grass, and her feet danced side to side.

"There's Lo," Penelope chuckled, pointing to the girl.

Suddenly her head popped up, and her red framed sunglasses fell from her face. She was hiding bright blue eyes, and thick, long lashes.

"You found me Mom, no fair!" she whined, crossing her arms.

"Lo, come meet Mr. Horan, er... Niall. He's going to be living with us for a bit."

"Hey there," she waved, a sweet smile plastered across her blemish free face.

"H-hello," I managed to say. I was at a loss for words. Loren's beauty was unimaginable.

"How old are you Niall? You look about thirty," she questioned, standing up.

"I'm only 28," I explained, gripping my glass a bit tighter.

Lo began to walk towards me and her mother, and stopped in front of us. "Can you help me with my hair Mom? I can't tie it up properly."

"Of course honey," Penelope grinned, turning Loren around. She divided her hair in two, and tied both sides up in long, dirty blonde, ponytails.

"How do I look Niall?" she asked, stepping closer to me.

"Gr-great," I stuttered, forcing a small smile.

I could feel the attraction I had towards this young girl, and it made me feel sicker than the heat had. Maybe I was just a little delirious from my long flight.

"Penelope, would you mind showing me to my room? I'm terribly slumped."

"Of course darlin' come with me."

"It was nice meeting you Lo," I said, not looking directly at her.

"You too handsome," she whispered, quiet enough for only me to hear.

-•-

"This is your bedroom. It's not much, but you have everything you need. Dolly will change your sheets once a week, and Lo can help you clean up. Her room is right across the hall if you ever need her. Mine is right at the end, my door will always be open for you."

"Thank you, very much," I began, setting my drink on the bedside table. "I'm gonna take a short nap, if that's alright."

"Of course darlin' I'll come wake you in a few hours. I'll keep Lo out of your hair."

I waved as Penelope left the room. The second the door closed, I locked it, and ripped my suit off.

I stripped down to my boxers, and plopped onto the bed. Thoughts of young Lo danced in my mind.

All I could think of was the way she laid there, in just her short shirt, and skirt. No shoes, just bare legs. Her skirt was hiked up just a bit, and some of her white underwear was showing. Small beads of water dripped off of her skin, and her gray shirt was close to soaked. Her voice was so small, delicate, vulnerable.

I laid down on the bed, and covered myself in the comforter. At first it was hard falling asleep, but then I began to think of Lo, and how beautiful she probably looked when she was sleeping, and I slowly drifted off.

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Okay so this is a bit short, but I'm really proud of it. The style of writing in this story will be different from my usual writing. It's very descriptive, and the chapters will be a little shorter.

Remember I'm just feeling this story out, it's got a very controversial plot and I don't want to offed anyone, so please let me know what you think of it, thank you. - dominique