The Only Direction

Chapter 1

Yawning as you woke up, Y/N stretched their arms and sat up.
"Morning Mum! Morning Dad!"
You blink a few times and wipe the sleep out of your eyes before stumbling out of bed to get ready for school.
"Where's my hairbru—? WOooOoOAH!" Y/N screeched when tripping over the uniform you had accidentally left on the floor overnight, "ohwww," you couldn't wait for that to form a bump.
"Y/N! You alright honey?" Your mother screamed up at you from at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah you alright luv?" Came a familiar voice, also from downstairs, but you couldn't quite place where you recognised the speaker from... perhaps it was an old family friend come for a visit?
"Yeah— Uh.. I'm fine! Sorry, I couldn't find my hairbrush..."
Y/N was blushing, how embarrassing. Why did no one tell you there would be a guest— or worse GUESTS— over today?
"No need to apologise honey, I think it's down here somewhere anyway." Your mother humbly responded,
"Come down and get your breakfast, can't go to school on an empty stomach, how else you gonna fuel that brain of yours?" Asked your father gruffly,
"It's always good to eat for the energy!" Spike the  voice you still couldn't place just yet.
"Yeah ok, I'll come look down there."
You stood up and dusted of your pyjama pants.
"While I'm here," Y/N murmured, putting on the aforementioned uniform that made her slip over.

Descending the stairs, Y/N saw a silhouette in the living room— that's weird, it looks much younger than your parents. Maybe it was the son or something of a family friend? That would explain the accent too. Oh well, you'd find out soon enough you figured.
You grabbed a bowl and poured in your favourite cereal and your milk, and there it was the dastardly thing! Your hairbrush, on the kitchen counter! How the heck did that get there?! In your excitement, you place down the bowl of cereal, forgetting to grab a spoon for it, and begin to brush your hair right away, as though your life depends on it. You brush and brush and brush and brush until each one of your follicles is silky smooth, to the sight and to touch.
"Mum I found my hairbrush!"
"Very nice Y/N. Where was it?"
As you turn the corner you begin to say "Oh you'll never guess—!"
Was that..? No, it couldn't be..
HARRY STYLES WAS ON YOUR COUCH !

So... I hope it's obvious that this is comedy? I mean it doesn't have to be if you like it, but I don't take myself seriously (hence write a reader x Harry styles, when back in ye olde times I thought 1D was rubbish. Adore You is sick tho) I wanted to bring back that ;P nostalgia of OG Wattpad.
Also in case you were wondering this is not a piece of fiction it actually happened to me— I mean Y/N— and all I write is 100% serious and did happen!!!1!!1!