Model

Chapter three

Louis POV

Wait a minute. 

Harry, my cab driver is the little brother of designing icon Gemma fucking Styles?! I knew he looked somewhat familiar. 

But I would have never expected that!

 I mean, he's GEMMA STYLE'S little freaking BROTHER! And I'm the model for her new collection.

 AND I might or might not have already developed a small crush on Harry. Great. Well done, Louis. You're dead if he should ever find out.

 He's probably not even gay, so keep your emotions in check! But still, he looks damn hot in that wet t-shirt clinging to his body with his cute small tummy and his shoulder muscles showing from where I was standing behind him. Damn. 

I really should stop doing that.

Finally ripping myself out of my daze, I clear my throat, ending their whispers. Harry was blushing, which I found very endearing.

Wait, he was blushing? Why? What did I miss?

"Sooo, I am the model for your new collection then, right?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Right." Gemma replied.

"By the way, you can just call me Gemma or Gems or whatever you want." She told me.

She is so nice and friendly to me even though we don't even know each other five minutes. Guess she's one of those people that live by the motto Treat People With Kindness. 

More people should do that in my opinion. It's the motto of some famous singer called Edward William, I think there's also a song with that title or something like that. Pretty cool if you ask me, I love all songs of his that I heard on the radio so far, like Cherry and stuff like that.

Gemma continued to talk.

"Harry, please get all that stuff in the house, would you? Thanks!"

Directed at me, she added  "And Louis, come in! You can live here for the time of the shootings if you want to, I have a spare bedroom"

"Thanks Gemma, I'd love to!" I answered a bit too quickly.

She noticed and smirked at me.

"Any particular reason you are so eager?"

I just chuckled awkwardly.

"Ummm to be honest maybe the reason might have just gone into the house?"

"Awwww yoh have a crush on my baby brother!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Shhhh!" I whispered, panicking. "He could hear you!"

She just laughed and motioned for me to follow her inside the house.

When I got inside, I was surprised. It was nothing like I had imagined it.

I thought it was going to be spacey, luxurious and bright, with modern furniture.

But I certainly did not expect wood everywhere, in all shades from nearly white to nearly black, from birken wood to mahagoni here and there.

From the auburn ceiling small old lamps hung in spirals, creating beautiful patterns.

The atmosphere was very homely and cozy instead of a big city feeling.

I loved the way the different woods harmonised and complemented each other. I took my jacket off, hanging it onto a peg.

"You coming?"

Gemma asked smirking.

"I'm sure Harry will show you to your room"

"Oh shut up" I said, blushing a bit and looking at the floor.

"Awwww you're blushing!" she exclaimed happily.

I shushed her, hoping Harry hadn't heard her. Gemma just smirked at me and started shouting through the house.

"HARRY! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, I HAVE A TASK FOR YOU!"

"OKAY, I AM HERE, NO NEED TO SCREAM! What do you want me to do?"

"Show this charming young man to the guest room, would you?"

"Gemma!" Harry warningly whisper-shouted to her.

"What? You know I'm gay AND have a girlfriend, no need to get jealous"

Wait. She was gay? AND had a GIRLFRIEND???

Wow. I didn't see that one coming.

But ... why should Harry be jealous?

Unless .... he was also gay, bi or pan (which of course I strongly hoped).

Still a bit confused, I followed Harry through the house and up the stairs. He suddenly stopped, and being as clumsy as I sometimes am, I bumped straight into his back, stumbling back a little. He caught me before I fell, lifting me up at the waist and putting me down again, holding my waist for a few seconds longer to help me regain my balance. I looked up at him, wanting to thank him but stopping me from it when I caught the look on his face. I couldn't quite decipher it, but it was gone after a second anyways.

"Sorry" I mumbled, ashamed of my clumsiness.

"Hey" he lifted my chin with a long slender finger 

 "hey" he repeated softly as I would still not look at him.

Slowly lifting my eyes up, I finally looked at him.

He was smiling softly, his dimples showing and his forest green eyes gentle, reassuring  and fond.

"Hey, it's okay, everyone zones out sometimes and is a bit clumsy. It's not your fault that you bumped into me, I shouldn't have just stopped dead in my tracks without warning you. Are you okay?" he asked then with his expression being more worried now.

"No, it's not your fault, and yes, I'm okay. Thanks to you, I might add. If you hadn't caught me, I would've landed on the floor"

"Shall we go in then?"

"Go for it."

"Finally!" I hear someone whisper. Gemma.

Harry opened the door and let me in.

"Wow" 

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A/N

Heyyy sorry it took me so long to update but I was stuck at some point in this chapter.

To my readers that speak german, I have another story called Adoptiert von Harry Styles. 

It's a fanfic where a girl gets adopted by Harry... and she finds out something that she wasn't supposed to find out.

Hope you liked it!

Please comment, vote and share, it means a lot to me.

~love y'all <3