Double Take » Styles

2 - "He was complimenting me now."

“London! Oh my God get up; Harry Styles is at the front door!”

Even though I’d been soundly asleep just mere seconds ago, I quickly sprung up in bed when I heard the words ‘Harry’ and ‘Styles’ being used in the same sentence.

“What?” I screamed, scrambling up. “Why? Where? How?”

My yelling was cut off by two voices of laughter filling my room. I calmed down and put down my arms which were reaching for my bedside table to get my glasses. Two other bodies were in my room, one leaning against the doorframe and the other nearly on the ground, laughing their asses off.

I huffed. “That wasn’t funny.”

“Oh my God, it was freaking hilarious,” Jonas, my brother, said, wiping false tears from his eyes.

“You should’ve seen your face!” His best friend, Niall, continued. “It was like-” He stopped and recreated what had supposedly been my face, his mouth open wide and a wild look in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes. “Very funny guys.” I clapped. “Ten out of ten for effort.”

“Thanks,” said Jonas. “Are you going to come make breakfast or are you just going to stand there?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I grumbled. The two finally left my room and I fumbled around  my nightstand to pick up my glasses, which I was basically blind without. I slid them on and then walked out of the room and down the hall to where the living room was.

Jonas was laying on the couch with Niall sitting by his feet, the both watching cartoons on the television. This wasn’t such an abnormal sight; in fact, it happened every day. I’d wake up, make breakfast while the two lounged around acting lazy, one or both would go to class and I’d head to the set if I had to film at that time. It was how life worked around here.

I entered the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards. “We have cereal!” I yelled to the two boys.

“Are there Froot Loops?” Niall asked.

I checked. “Yeah, sure.” I removed the box of cereal from the cupboard and poured it into two bowls. I took out the milk from the fridge and set it onto the table along with the bowls.

“Breakfast’s ready, you bums,” I called.

Niall and Jonas came racing into the kitchen.

“Thanks, London. You the bae,” Niall said, taking his bowl and choosing to sit on the counter instead of at the table.

“Dude, stop,” Jonas wrinkled his nose. “That’s my sister.”

I chuckled. “You guys are little kids, I swear.”

About a year after my mum’s death, my father decided to adopt a kid. My mum had been in labor when the doctor told my father that something went wrong and either she or the baby could live. My father, after a long thought and talk with mum, chose the baby. Unfortunately, both the baby and my mum died and my father came back home with the devastating news.

It was decided that adopting a kid would help with easing the pain of the not only one, but two losses. So that’s where Jonas came along – a bright, bubbly fourteen year old that was intended to be a replacement, but actually turned out to be our rock.

Jonas was the foundation of our little family. He represented both our mum and the unborn child. I looked up to him; I wanted to be like him, and I can’t say that I still do but I love him more than someone would love their actual blood brother.

Niall was his best friend. After the two of has had decided to go to London to pursue our dreams, Jonas to finish university and me to become an actress, he’d met Niall on the campus. Somewhere along the way he decided to unofficially move in with us – he had his own college dorm room but sometimes he’d just pop up in the mornings and evenings and I happily went along with it.

After taking a shower, getting dressed, and switching my glasses for contacts, I said a rushed goodbye to the two boys who seemed to not have classes that morning or were skipping and raced down the flights of stairs in our small flat building and entered the slightly chilly London air. I hailed a cab and made it to the set in time, grateful that I wouldn’t be considered late.

“Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me,” I said to the people in front of me, squeezing through them to get to the main set.

“Ex-” I began, but not before I bumped into a hard chest. My eyes widened and I quickly backed up, holding my hands up in defense.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll watch where I’m going next time,” I said quickly.

The person laughed. Oh my God. I knew that laugh like the back of my hand. “No, it’s alright,” Harry said, the laughter still evident in his voice and features. “We’re going the same place anyway.”

“Oh!” I chuckled nervously. “Right…we are.”

We both began walking together. “So, how’s your morning been? Stressful?” Harry asked.

I could hardly reply. “U-u-uh, yeah. A bit stressful. My brother and his friend were annoying me as always but other than that it was okay.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“I do!” I perked up. “Well, he’s adopted but I still love him a lot. Family, y’know?”

“Cool,” he replied, smiling. “I wouldn’t know. I only have a sister but she’s in university right now.”

“Same here! Not me, my brother I mean,” I said quickly.

He began laughing again. “Clearly. How would you have time for uni when we’ve been working so hard for this movie? You’ve been great by the way. Every time I see you it’s like a breath of fresh air because you’re so amazing at what you do.”

I felt like my throat was about to close up. Jesus Christ, he was complimenting me now. When did we get this far in our relationship? “Thank you Harry!” I tried to play it cool, as if I got compliments all the time, when in reality they were pretty rare. “I don’t know, I’m only the st-”

“Harry! Stella!” Alex called. I looked up abruptly. “Hurry up and get over here, we need to run over some lines again.”

Stella popped up suddenly from my right side, her hair looking perfect as always and her makeup of course on point. “Jeez Al, calm down, will you?”

I rolled my eyes and fell out of step beside Harry, Stella quickly taking my place. I decided that Alex would call me if he needed anything and that it was probably a good time to sleep and have dreams about Harry’s arms wrapped around me as we cuddle and watch Finding Nemo on Netflix.

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A/N: idk if i made it obvious enough but it was supposed to be vague for a reason: harry thought he was talking to stella not london oops

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