"Yeah, I'll be fine. Have a good time on your hike," I say to my mother when she calls to inform me that she was going on yet another weeklong trip with Richard. Whatever. House to myself.

I'm just getting home from school, and as I walk in the door I'm greeted by my very ornery little cat.

"Hey Mookie," I scoop him up, "You wouldn't leave me would you?" He replies by pressing a paw to my face and purring.

I carry Mooks with me into the kitchen before plopping him down on the counter and opening the fridge. I glance at its contents before grabbing a water bottle and fleeing the room. The best way to succeed is to not even tempt myself. I take off my sweater and toss it onto a chair with my purse, then toss myself onto the couch. It feels good to get the long sleeves off; no one enjoys long sleeves in the heat of August. I'm laying on my back staring at the ceiling when my phone buzzes on the table.

Styles (I changed his contact)
Come let me in

The hell?I tiptoe back to the front hallway and see Harry leaned against the door, waiting for me to allow him entrance. His back is on the door, so he doesn't see me approach. I silently unlock the door and pull it open as quickly as I can, causing him to literally fall into my house.

"Do you need something?" I narrow my eyes at him laying at my feet.

"Maybe a hand up?" He requests. I ignore him and he eventually pulls himself off the ground, "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. Al can be a little... harsh."

"If by harsh you mean a total bitch then yes, she is rather harsh."

"She just doesn't like me hanging out with pretty girls," he grins at me.

"Then I don't see why she'd have an issue with me. Now, apology heard, get out," I try to push him out the door, but he's got a good six inches on me. His body doesn't even budge.

In fact, he pushes me. Further into my house. Then closes the door behind him and locks it. Damn he's pretty. Even locking a door looks gorgeous when done by his tall, dark.... Oh my God I have to stop.

"She has a problem with you because you don't want to be her. You're a unique beautiful. More cute, less demanding," he states matter-of-factly before walking past me into the kitchen, "Want a snack?"

Did he just offer me food in my own house? "No. What are you doing?"

"Getting the chips," I hear him say from inside the pantry, "Where the hell are the chips?"

"Top right..." I say before walking in. I pull the stool out and climb up to retrieve the chips for him. I grab them and climb down, but when I turn around he's blocking the doorway, "Move."

He's staring at me with those intense green eyes, and it's all I can do not to jump him right then and there.

"Jamie," he whispers, "What made you get in the car?"

I'm shocked by this question, and I didn't actually think of the answer until now.

"I guess no guy's ever tried to save me before," as I say this, I know it's true. The only guy in my life is Nate, and he needs more saving than I do, "It was different for me to feel... Safe..." I mumble this last word, but I know he hears it because his eyes are taken over by something else entirely.

He closes the space between us and stares down at me, "Be mine and you'll always be safe."

Every little part of me is screaming yes, but the words that leave my mouth are the opposite, "No. I don't even know you."

To my surprise he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him out of instinct. He presses my back against the wall and looks into my eyes with those beautiful green ones of his before speaking, "Then get to know me."

I just blink back at him, knowing that I'll regret whatever I say. But before I have a chance to say anything at all, he finally kisses me.

Notes

Hip hip hooray for kissing. Y'all probably don't care about my life but I have been up since three this morning because I've got the fucking plague and couldn't stop coughing long enough to fall asleep.

In other news, Tyler Oakley is perfect. How he managed to keep his cool, I cannot understand, but damn, good for him. On a note unrelated to One Direction, anyone watched Dem White Boyz? Something about three Southern guys twerking just gets me going. Especially Baylor. I'd kill to make out with him. Someone make it happen and I'll love you for all eternity. If y'all have no clue what I'm talking about then look up Dem White Boyz drop it low,
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEyADw-Tq38) and tell me the brunette isn't hot.

I kinda feel like I'm cheating on One Direction when I say stuff like that, but there's plenty of my love to go around.

If someone leaves a comment about Baylor (Just having an obsessive day over him right now) or suggestions for what they want from the story, I'll update again tonight. Maybe twice.

Does anyone even read these? Whatever. Sorry for the rambling.

--JKM