Vice-Verse (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Ten-1

Hello Magnificents. I am sorry about the gap between the parts of this chapter and hope to make up for it in the writing. Enjoy.

-MayxX

Throughout our path we encountered many homeless people, every single one receiving a piece of fluffy cake and a bright smile from both Harry and I. It took a while to persuade him out of the comfortable shiny car and onto the streets of Seattle, but soon enough Harry joined me and was filled to the brim with the fulfilling feeling of making other people happy with something so simple as left over cake. The cake soon was gobbled to a sufficient amount to feed the hungry boys just as we rolled around the corner of the glowing hotel, the crowd of fan girls dispersing as the night progressed, and we pulled the car to the back of the kitchen as last time. The cold air kissed the warm street ground and created steam, giving the back alley a spooky fog to it and seeming very mystical. We walked through this fog in a trance, imagining we were movie stars, my hands occupied with the pan and Harry's plunged into his jacket pockets.

The swinging kitchen doors opened due to Harry pushing on them to assist me. A soft word of gratitude was mumbled and a small smile given from my mouth before leaping into the same bustling kitchen as we had done just a day or so ago. This time there were just a few stragglers hanging around since it was past operating hours. We snuck through quietly, offering some of the delectable cake to all the workers who took it with thankful words and were soon in the grand hallway headed for the lift.

Thankfully we ran into no persistent girls who would question my identity and meaning and could go to his floor in peace, listening to the soft elevator music and making very little meaningful sentences until the lift dinged and the doors jerked open.

 Every boy had their own room thanks to their success, and we first had to gather them all including some crew into the room of the eldest, Louis, and my personal favorite other than Harry. After setting down the remotely heavy pan the three of us spread around luring the boys with delicacies.

 “C'mon Zayn, I brought some remnants of cake I had made earlier. Everyone is gathering.”

 The sharp boy was dozing off on his bed, not very excited about having to get up, therefor not complying to my words.

 Determined, I prodded and poked at his cheek until his eyes fluttered wide open and he lifted him self up by extending his arms off the bed. Happy with my self for waking the young man I leaped out of the room ,hoping he would follow, and headed to find Harry.

 Lou's room was just as the rest with a glorious bed, rich colored walls and a television. When I entered there was the buzz of 'Friends' in the background and toned down chatter cluttering the air , the tone trying to be considerate of the time and normal people sleeping habits. When I entered Harry's eyes found me and lead me to the spot on the luscious carpet next to him where I sat, laying my knee over his in the criss cross manner.

 Everyone was engaging is conversations, devouring my cake to the last crumbs, and spewing gratuity at me every other second which I returned with you are welcome in a different language every time. People seemed to easily accept my presence, and I was kind of spectacle of this. Either it was because they genuinely liked me, they wanted more cake in the future, or they were so used to these males having an abnormal amount of female accompaniment in every city. Non the less they still talked to me endlessly and pretended to be interested in my life.

 “Well aren't you popular?” Harry teased once I got a second from going around the room and introducing myself hoping the name Cake Girl wouldn't stick, though it does sound like a supper hero.

 “I think it is the sugar that is popular.” I respond back as he leans his muscled shoulder against mine in a tender way.

 We sat their watching the others just as we had at that club, laughing, making conversation about good and poor memories both. About our backgrounds and hometowns, childhood friends and parents. I learned about his close relationship with his mum, and his sister whom he loves dearly. My stories were more vague, speaking slightly of my home but trying to always turn the conversation back to him. Everything he said was witty or, the term he uses quite frequently, cheeky making my laugh trail the end of all of his sentences.

 The boys covered themselves in shaving cream and flopped about in the tub, they tweeted each other cutesy things that would really get their fans going, and made a mess of the already skewed room for poor Louis to deal with later. I was starting to get used to their behavior and growing fond of their multiple different personalities. Eventually they all crashed after running around the limited suite, 3 on the large bed an sleeping beauty Zayn taking to the floor. Even Harry had started a little snore on my shoulder and I took this time, before I woke him up to lead him to his own room, to inform my family that I would be staying the night with a friend and apologize for the late notice. Reaching Tea was no problem, and our conversation was short, bidding each other a goodnight at the end of it.

 In order to wake Harry I shifted my body which in turn tousled him to a conscious state.

“The children are asleep,” I smile down at his form, “Do I need to carry you to your residence?”

Humming, Harry's says, “Yes, please.” and closes his eyes once again.

 Not know what to do other than the heave his body to his room I try to wrap my arms around him in a good position that I could carry him in my toned body. I wasn't super skiny, but soccer had given me the strength necessary to lift the 5'10" young man. This took quite the while until I had him awkwardly in my arms in a position that can not be described. The short walk down the hall with this extra load was not a difficult task. I placed him on the bed softly and walked over to the wall where the light switch hung and flicked it off, making my return trip entirely in the dark to the opposite side of the plush bed. Not even bothering to do anything else I climb into the disheveled bed along side Harry and collapse into the covers and the warmth.

 I soon find myself covered in a mop of hair and light cologne. Harry had flopped over and tangled me in his monkey arms, pulling our bodies close together. His head rested in the crook of my neck, cascading his locks onto my forehead. I sigh, enjoying this position and finding myself amused at his actions.

 Harry lets out a content moan from the top of his throat an murmurs unconsciously strands of half thoughts concerning no one in particular. Eventually, after listening to his nonsense for a while I give up and allow my self too to drift into slumber and dream of whatever thoughts choose to posses my mind tonight.

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