His Maid(Working for Him/Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 1: Being in Love with your Best Friend... Sucks

Being in love with your best friend sucks. Trust me I should know. In fact I'm in that very predicament. My best friend's a year older than me. We grew up together ever since I was three. You're probably thinking okay so what's the big deal? Can't you just tell him how you feel? No I can't. I can't because my best friend is Harry Styles. I knew he would never want me. I was just his friend. And his maid. So if I grew up with Harry Styles how did I end up his maid? It's a long story. When I was eleven my father left us. I just woke up one morning and he was gone. He had just left. Left my mother with an eleven year old and fourteen year old. Then the next year my sister Viola fell the down stairs.  Viola had been doing laundry. She had tripped and went tumbling down the flight of concrete stairs.She had suffered from brain damage. There was nothing the doctors could do for her. She suffered for a few more months before she left us. That's when my mum began to hate me. Viola had always been Mum's favorite. She paid way more attention to her than me. Viola was captain of the volleyball team, and an honor roll student. I caused trouble and had straight C's. I always pretended it didn't bother me but deep down I was jealous of my sister. But I wasn't jealous enough to push her down the stairs and kill her. Mum thought otherwise. She screamed at me saying she just knew I had done it. I couldn't believe it. I loved Viola. She was a better mum than my actual mum. Then the abuse started. Mum started hitting me and drinking. She even gave me a new nickname, Monster. She stopped cooking and cleaning. I took over at twelve, cleaning the house, cooking, and making sure she paid the bills. I brought my grades up and stayed out of trouble but she didn't notice. Two years I suffered her abuse. Then she was diagnosed with brain cancer. I had finally gotten a job. Mum's treatments were expensive and I was the lucky one who got to pay for them. I had an aunt in America who sent money but she never called or checked in. Since I had to take care of her even more now Mum apologized and has been grateful ever since. Harry had been with me through it all with me. He was the boy next door and my best friend. He helped me through my father's abandoment, Viola's death, and my mum's cancer. He knew my mother had hit me but he didn't know how bad it had been. We walked to school together every morning, and walked home together and every afternoon. I spent most of my time at his house. He had always lived next door until I was in the tenth grade. I was fifteen and slaving at two jobs. Mum was in and out of the hospital and in and out of work. Then the horrible day came. Harry asked if I wanted to go to the park across the street. We walked together and sat on the swings. Then he dropped the bomb on me.

"Katnip I'm auditioning for the X-Factor," he had said. I knew he would make it. He had the voice of an angel! I didn't want him to leave. He would forget all about me once he got famous and I would never be able to tell him how I felt. I begged him not to go and he got impatient. We ended up arguing and I ran home crying. We didn't speak for a week. I was walking home from work when I got a phone call from him.

"Katnip it's the day of my audition please come to see me." I debated for a long time before finally running to the studio just in time to see him get three yeses. Do you know what it's like to be devastated but happy at the same time? I knew he had to leave and finally accepted it. We had a long talk before he left. I worked hard to pay for cable to watch him. His parents tried to help me but I didn't want it. Us Taylor's had dumb pride. Pride was everything. My father and Viola had both had stupid pride and so did I. I didn't like taking help from others. Now, on to how I became his maid. Once he had come home he saw how poor I really was. He tried to give me the money but I refused. I was extremely close to losing my house. Mum had been put in the hospital permanently. I couldn't take care of her and she was just getting worse. I finally suggested doing housework for Harry and the other lads. He reluctantly agreed. He let me live with im and I was able to sell the house. Then he went on tour. As soon as I had him I lost him again. But that was the past. Now he was coming home again. The tour was over and the boys were all coming back from America. I was eagerly waiting. I had been lonely in the big mansion by myself. I sat on the steps of the mansion with my four best friends in the world. Alexia Andrews, Sabrina Mace, and Belle and Collie Evans. We were all different but also the same. Alex was blond and brown eyed. She was rich, popular, and a cheerleader. Not my type of friend but she was really sweet and down to Earth. She was short at 5'1 and very athletic. She was wearing a bright blue skirt and a white tank top. She was wearing black TOMS and a mustache necklace. Sabrina was blue eyed with long fiery red hair. Her face was dusted with pale freckles. She was the tallest of all of us at 5'6 and slim. She was a poet and a very good one. She was more motherly and was always looking out for us. She was dressed in a red plaid dress and black converse. She played with her diamond shaped necklace and wrapped her black cardigan around herself. Collie and Belle were cousins and best friends. They both were thin and tiny. They had the same tiny button nose and the same shaped face. That was it for looks. Collie had bright blue hair and sparkling blue eyes, Belle had dark purple hair and green cat like eyes. Belle was dressed in ripped skinny jeans and a black lace tank top. A black baseball cap that read BOY was on her head. Collie was wearing skinny jeans, a dark blue polka dot tank top, bright pink sneakers, a mustache ring, and pink lace gloves. She certainly loved color. I was dressed in a short white dress with a cat's face on the front. I wore knee length black converse and a silver locket Alex had given me. On one side I had a picture of Viola. On the other was a picture of Harry and I.