I turned around to look at Harry. “Would you really lent me some clothes?”
“Yes, of course. Otherwise I hadn't asked. And I can't let you stay in clothes which are covered in coffee.” Louis looked at Harry, too, then something at him changed. He looked at my shirt. It was one of my favourite ones, it had green and white stripes. “Can we wash her clothes here, Hazza? It's not easy to get your coffin drinks out of clothes and it would be such a shame if this shirt will be ruined.”
Harry laughed. “OH Lou, you and your love for stripes.” Then he asked me: “Shall I get them washed for you?” I wanted to say no, but Louis didn't let me. He just said:” Yes, he will, no protests allowed.” I looked at Harry, I had no choice left. “ So,... yeah, that would be nice...”
“Then let us get you out of this clothes. Come with me,” he said, leading me to the room he went in before. I was right, it was his bedroom. He went over to a closet and opened it, to examine the things inside. Harry pulled out a simple white t-shirt, then he looked at me, obviously thinking about something. “Trousers or shorts?” I looked surprised. “Eh...whatever, I don't mind.” It was a bad idea to say this, but I would find it out later. “Harry...”
“Yeah?” he asked-
“Thank you. For everything. I bet no one would have cared about a crying girl who just ruined your clothes and so on, especially not a person with your status. Thanks, really.””””
“Hey, Grace, listen to me. I'm jut a nobody, if that means that I can care about you. I did it, so it is okay. And I care about people. This is who I am, not the man whore the media make me to. But promise me please, that you will tell anybody about all of this here, okay?”
“I swear it.”
“Good. I think, I'll give you these here, they will probably fit you the best.”
He handed me a pair of...boxers...
He turned around and left the room so that I could get changed. <<Great.>> I thought, <<One Direction is in the other room and I am going to wear Harry Styles' shirt and boxer shorts..>> I turned red and got more uncomfortable to the situation. I meant, which girl would like to be in -kind of-underwear in a room with her five (immature and male) idols? But I had no choice, so I got changed.
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Styles' Sister?! A One Direction Fanfiction EDITING
Fanfiction[EDITING] Grace moves from Germany to England to do a work placement in the hope to get a contract from Syco Records, one of the biggest labels and the label of the band One Direction. One day her boyfriend breaks up with her with just texting her a...
