So me and Harry had gotten home and I went straight to bed I was so tired. And tomorrow would be amazing! Princess would be here in the morning and then I would be meeting One Direction. It should be interesting.
I woke up and guess who was sitting on my bed? My princess!
"OHMYGOD! Princess, I missed you so much!" I screamed, hugging my adorable puppy. Harry was standing in the dorrway smiling. I looked up and smiled as he walked away. Over his shoulder, he said,
"Get ready. The lads will be here soon." I walk to my closet, which I was in love with. Harry is just an amazing brother! Anyway, I have to wear something..exciting...something that makes a good first impression...something...sexy! I finally found the perfect outfit! I had a perfect pink V-neck with this cute anchor on it, a gray tutu (first impression right?), my nails were done a pretty pink and I had an adorable outfit for Princess. Princess had to look perfect too! I perfected my pink and purple dip dyed hair. I touched up on some makeup and looked in the mirror.
"Well done Alaina. I must say." I tell myself, examining myself in the mirror. Since I looked amazing and perfect, me and Princess sat on my bed scrolling through Twitter on my iPhone. Oh and my iPhone's case? Half British flag and half Irish flag and it was ALL sparkles. Okay, maybe I am a directioner....Then I heard Harry.
"Alaina! The lads are here!" My stomach started fluttering with butterflies. I just smiled and started jumping up and down. Thank God I was barefoot so no one heard me. Then I stopped. God Al, stop it! I thought to myself. I then contained myself and walked me and Princess down the stairs. We got to the bottom and Princess stopped walking.
"Oh my god you've got to be kidding me!" I shout.
"Alaina, what's wrong?" Harry calls from the living room.
"Princess is being a brat." I say as I pick her up so we could get moving. I walk into the living room. I'm looking only at Princess as I sit on the arm of the couch. I'm petting her because I'm kind of nervous. And I really don't want to fangirl or anything. Harry clears his throat. He senses my nervousness. I look up. And my eyes lock with his....
A/N: who's eyes are they? and btw, sorry this is a short chapter....i wouldn't want to fangirl either lol
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FanfictionAlaina is a normal 15 year old. Well, except she's Harry Styles' younger sister... What happens when she meets Niall Horan and they click instantly?
