(Still Harry’s POV)

I woke up, sprawled across the bed. Looking down I see Lia, fast asleep, snuggled in my arm.

Her chest rose and fell, making her look angelic, peaceful. Sometime you could watch for days at end. I smiled, at the thought, before noticing, that I shouldn’t be here. I slowly pushed myself out of bed, shrugging on my jacket.

As I closed the door behind me, I took one last look at her, sighing for I will probably never see her again. I quickly headed down the stairs, typing a text to Zayn before heading out the door.


*****Zayns POV
The door made a loud thud, as Dana and I shot up to look at who just left.

My phone, that rested on the counter buzzed.

*Had to leave, see you next week. Beautiful girl, tell her it was a dream…x.*

I frowned at the text showing it to Dana beside me. She too frowned, but shrugged it off as she scrambled the eggs on the pan.

“I guess so? I didn’t hear anything..So I doubt they did anything she’ll regret.”

……

As I laid the plates on the table, Dana laid the bacon strips on a big plate, before being startled by a loud groan.

“I…have a hangover…Hi Zayn…Hi meatball.” She smiled at me, before walking over to the cabinet.

“Meatball?” I arched a brow, chuckling at the nickname.

“Yea…meatball sisters. Old nickname,” Lia chuckled, as she popped a ibuprofen, gulping down orange juice on the side.

“Ugh…I want to eat everything.” She grabbed a bacon strip.

“Sorry, I’m usually up, before everyone, making breakfast…but I had this weird dream last night.”
She added, as Dana and I eyed each other.

“Sure it was a dream?” Dana questioned as she sat down at the table.

“Yea…definitely, Harry Styles, was in this house and we…..” She shot a embarrassed look at me, before continuing her sentence.

“We just had a steamy kiss, I have the weirdest dreams when I’m drunk..” She chuckled.

“What time do you leave?” Dana gave her a worried look.

“Erm…45 mins. I’m gonna have a bacon strip and probably toast..Can’t look bloated during the shoot.” She took a bite out of the toast before excusing herself from the table.

“Harry’s always like that..”

“Like what…” Dana looked over giving me a confused look.

“He’s not really a womanizer, like people portray him to be but he just fools around with the same people.. sort of distant when it comes to actually being attracted to a girl…Yet..he’s fine around the fans.” I shake my head, as I take a big bite of the amazing pancake she made.

All the more reason to make her mine..



******Lias POV

So it’s been around 2 weeks since I’ve moved in with Dana. The shoot I had, went well, for I now have a few more lined back to back. I head back to NYC for a week, auditioning for a new fall line.

I of course don’t get to catwalk it, but I get to model some of the clothing on the line. Being on the catwalk has always been a dream, but having your face, or body plastered all across magazines, and sometimes billboards…Can too, also being just as exciting.

Dana, and Zayn have been hanging out nonstop…which is quite cute. I love the way they are with each other, and he’s such a sweet guy. He’s all dark, and mysterious…and she’s all seductive, and suave…They match perfectly. I have to give him credits though, paparazzi, have yet to figure out who she is…they only know of her…

I haven’t been home much, so I barely get to see them, but the only person I’ve been talking constantly too is Niall. He’s probably the only highlight of my day…I’m always doing a shoot, or advertising something, so when it comes down to the nitty gritty he’s always there.

We’re actually supposed to hang out today. I’m supposed to be going over to his flat, and I promised I was going to make him my infamous pesto pasta, and Sicilian pizza. So, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Well, not technically..Right now, I’m at the market buying all the stuff, and ingredients ill need. As I handed the cashier my credit card, my phone started to buzz in my back pocket.

I held the phone with my shoulder, as I placed the card back in my wallet.

“Helloooo?”

“Hi, are you comin…I’m soooo hungry babe.” Niall whined.

I chuckled at his response. I held the phone closer up to my ear as I gathered all the bags of stuff I had bought.

“I would have thought you wanted to see me….I’m heartbroken…and to answer your question, I just finished picking up the ingredients I needed.”

“YES! And course I want to see you. You and cooking will make my night.”

“Mhmm Niall, nice save….I’ll be there in 30, I’m a little far off.”

“Want me to pick you up?”

“I have my baby, it’s okay.” I laughed, but it was silent on the other line.

“Who’s your baby?” He said in a stern tone.

“…Erm…my car?”

“Oh…” He sounded relieved.

“What did you think I was talking about?” Did he think I had a boyfriend?

“Nothin, nothing….Call me when you’re downstairs. Okay?”

“Gotcha…Bye Nialler.”

With that I ended the phone call.

……

As I drove into his house, the front gates opened, and I pat myself of the back for asking for tinted glass , and chrome on the sides of my car. Paparazzi, were circled around the house, screaming absurd accusations.

Are you Niall’s new bird? Are you smuggling something in? Weird questions, that just made me turn the volume up on my music.

As I parked the car in the garage, I pulled out my phone dialing Niall.

“Hi! Mind helping me with the bags? Oh..and there’s loads of pap outside.”

“Yea I can tell, I heard the yelling, and sure ill be there, put on some glasses okay?” He sounded concerned.

“Okay, I will. Come out”

I dug my hands in my bag, and opened my glass case, taking out my tom fords.

As I stepped out of the car, the yelling started again, as they all huddled by the gate.

GLASSES! Are you trying to hide something?

And as soon as Niall walked out, it got worse. We ignored them all, and carried all the bags inside.

I locked my car, before heading up the stairs behind him.

“Well…sorry bout that…Pap are not that bad ya know, but Harry stayin in my flat until his flat’s fully renovated.” ….Harry Styles….I’M GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK.

“Yea, that’s probably why….Please tell me he isn’t going to be down here, because personally…I’ll probably have a heart attack..both of you in the same room….”

“Haha..he won’t he’s out cold, up in his room. So no worries darling.” He smiled, kissing me on the cheek.

“Yea, yea…NOW….let me be..so I can cook.”

“Sassy…I like..”

“Niall!” I hit him playfully, as we headed into the kitchen.

………

After about two whole hours of cooking food, I was almost done.

Niall, had helped me cut some of the ingredients, and he helped make the pizza as well. I’m glad he did…or I would’ve probably taken longer.

I poured the pesto sauce into the pasta pot, and stirred as I waited for it to spread thoroughly. I peeked at the pizza in the oven and it was all done.

I searched the kitchen for oven mitts. Ahh there they are.

I giggled to myself noticing he had leprechaun themed oven mitts. As I bent down, picking up the pizza tray, I heard someone clearing their throat. I looked behind me to see Harry…staring, I jumped a little, mainly at him, but also at the fact I was wearing a skirt, and he now knows what color undies I’m wearing Creep much. But…it’s HARRY STYLES.. The only close contact I’ve ever had with him was in my dreams, and or my cutout of him in my old room.

I shifted nervously, as I placed the tray on the counter.

“Are you hungry..?” I asked trying to break the silence.

“Yes.” Was all he said.

GEEZ. I would’ve expected Harry to be a little more open…but I guess he isn’t. I felt a little awkward as I felt his gaze on me.

I searched around for cheese and fresh basils to sprinkle on the pizza but they’re in the fridge..Shit.

I cursed to myself, mainly because Harry was leaning on the fridge.

Well here goes nothing.

I walked over to him, staring blankly as I reached the doors of the fridge.

“Excuse me…” I asked politely, and he just stood there.

I peered up at him, and he just leaned on the fridge, arms crossed, staring intently at me. Emerald green eyes, into my brown.

Well he isn’t moving. I reached to the handle of the fridge and pulled, but his hands quickly grasped onto mine.

“Let me get it for you love.” I stepped back, letting him open the fridge. I shivered, as I felt a strange Déjà vu tingle.

He turned his head back slightly, giving me a look.

“I’m not frightening you, am I?” he arched a brow, causing me to remember a strange dream I had a few weeks ago of him, in my room. I quickly shook the thought out of my mind.

“No..” I paused. “The basil is in the bottom draw, and the cheese is on the second.” I blurted out before turning to the food again. As I poured the pasta into a big bowl, he placed the basil bag, and the cheese beside me, leaning in just a little too close.

“Smells delicious…” He purred before walking off down the hall to where Niall was planted.

“Now that was weird.” I let out a loud sigh, before grabbing some of the foods and heading off to place them at the dining room table.

Notes

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