Just Your Average Girl. (One Direction Fanfic)

Well First One.. Here I Goo! 

Agexx

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I woke up, taking a moment to realize where i was, where i am. My room still neat and tidy even after my episode last night, just a simple twitter check, right? At least that's what i thought, until i did my daily One Direction Check-Up (completely normal i think..) anyway, I noticed Liam was on so of course being me i immediately sent him a tweet. 

@Real_Liam_Payne Have a great day! xx 

Whats so exciting about this? Well honestly i don't know, it's just whenever anything related to One Direction happens i just freak and start fangirling, pathetic i know, but i can't help it it just happens. I stood up stretching my legs and arms feeling my bones pop from being in one position for far too long. "Ugh, what time is it?" i heard my scratchy tone, and headed for some water, when i heard it. A chuckle, coming from directly behind me. Of course i did the only thing reasonable i turned and threw my cup at the noise hoping to hit whatever made it, i missed by well lets not go there, but little did i know it was, to my surprise Harry. Wait Harry?!

Harry Styles, is in, my, house?

What the hell?! I made a sort of screeching, gurgling noise, my mouth hanging open in shock. "You okay babe? Could've killed me!" He said amused by my expression, poking my cheek. "Me? You.. you're.." I just stared looking like an idiot. "I'm Harry! Morning Love," He chuckled finishing my sentence. "How'd you.. get here?" My brows furrowing unattractively, a puzzled look across my face. "A car dummy, you don't remember?" He grinned  just now looking me over making me look at what I'm wearing as well. Of course. Just my luck to be wearing my dumb Manchester High Marching Band Tee, that I've had since hell, i don't know, a while, my hair frizzed all around my face, glasses falling off my nose, and no pants just my Save the pandas panties.

"Oh bloody hell!! Dont look!!"  I say quickly hiding behind the closest thing to me, the fridge. "Oh please," He rolled his eyes, his tone completely amused now. "You're fine get changed then, i can wait," So I dashed to my bedroom door feeling his eyes watching me as i go, as soon as im in my own room the door closed behind me i go to my closet unsure of what to really wear, i mean it's fucking HARRY STYLES! I go with the dumbest thing, black skinny jeans and an oversized Mickey and Minnie flowy tank. Then head to my bathroom giving myself a good long look in the mirror, and yeah i look like a dead drowned rat with frizz. Bloody hell, i grab my brush pulling it through my tangly hair, and brush my teeth, finally i splash my face with some water to help fully wake me up. 

You're dreaming,  you must be.... theres no bloody damn way Harry Styles is in your house. I walk out of my room peeking around the door and surely enough he wasnt just in my imagination. He must've heard my door closing as i came back in the room, but his eyes lingered on me, his eyes looking me up and down, nervously i ask  "Soo, refresh my memory why exactly are you here?"

Harry's P.O.V.

She came back out, her eyes slowly peeking from behind her door, her glasses slowly sliding down her small nose, she was taller than most girls around 5'6, maybe.. She was talking now her nervous voice asking why i'm here. i dont know why but i find her confusion quite cute. Not now harry, answer her you look like a baffoon just staring at her, speak. SPEAK! 

" I ran into you last night, you started to talk to me, but you passed out i asked your friend where you lived to make sure you got home safely, you gave me quite the scare.." I smiled at her knowing my dimple would appear. "Wait, last night, i talked...to you?!" her big browns eyes gone wide in bafflement."Yes, you made quite the impression on me and my friends," I chuckle, " and when i say friends i mean the boys of course, how you found us i have no clue."