When Love Reaches...(One Direction Fanfiction)

Hanging With One Direction

----Harry's P.O.V.----

"Please don't screw this up, guys. I don't need it," I pleaded. The thing is, I really liked Fiona. She didn't scream in my face. Don't get me wrong, I love my fans. I just don't like being reminded that I'm Harry Styles 40 times in my ear. As much as I know she doesn't give a care about me, I'll try to make the best of it.

"Don't worry, Harry. The boys will be on their best behavior!" Liam assured. I rolled my eyes as we finally pulled up to the window-filled building. Some windows were lit up, others covered by curtains. I peered through them, wondering which one Fiona was. We put our hoods up and walked in.

Wandering through the building, we found the lady who sat at the desk all day. Louis asked, "Which room is Fiona Dering in?"

She typed into her keyboard, searching results. "Level 5, room 43." She said, gesturing towards the elevator.

Niall started laughing and muffling his laughs. Zayn asked, "Niall! What is so funny?"

Niall held in before a few breaths and said, "What if Fiona was a man?"

Liam and I gave him the 'Really, you just said that?' look. Niall shrugged and laughed agian.

"She's not, I would know," I said, sounding cocky. They all looked shocked.

Louis exasperated, "Harry got it in at an airport?!"

"No! No! Well, I took a peak down her blouse," I admitted. They all smirked until we heard someone clearing their throat, obviously trying to get our attention. There was a little old lady with grey hair trying to make her way to the elevator. We stepped back and let her through the mess.

Liam quickly said, "I'm so sorry!" Hoping she wouldn't still be mad. She made a little noise that told us she wasn't very nice. I stiffened my back and walked into the elevator when it 'dinged'. Everyone stood silent with the woman on the elevator. She got off on our same floor, but hobbled the other direction. We bursted out laughing when she was gone.

"Did you see her face?" Zayn asked, mimicking her astonished look. I searched for room 23...wait no, 34...or...43?

"Guys, which room was hers?" I asked, hoping atleast someone would remember. Niall shurgged.

Zayn stopped, pointing. "It was 34!"

"No! It was 43!" Liam protested.

"Guys it was 44!"

"You're all wrong, it's 67!"

"Guys! I'm over here!" Fiona called outside her room. Her hand was on her hip and she looked like she was smirking. I grinned and skipped over to her room. I hugged her, smelling the sweet scent of perfume. The boys hugged her and introduced themselves. She waved everyone inside and basically, it was all boxes. I looked around in shock. How many boxes could there be?

Her room looked so dull and out-dated. I felt like I was in some old hotel, but not in a good way. I dropped an empty box, full of blankets. She was putting her couch together and on the phone. Fiona said, "Kendall! Please! Ahh! You really should take the job and come help me!"

I peered from behind the wall, hiding myself so I could hear her talk into the phone. Her hair flipped out at the bottom and ended on her lower chest. I stared at the bottom of her hair, which was really an excuse to look at her chest.

"Perky," I muttered to myself. I smiled cheekily and heard someone else on the phone talking. Fiona cheered and did a cute, little dance.

"I'll see you in a few days!" She yelled into the phone and threw it on her newly built couch. She sat down and sighed in relief. I heard her groan and I decided to show myself. I walked in and plopped myself next to her. No other boys were around...I grinned.