It was like in the movies. It had to be, or else this fan fiction wouldn’t be worth reading. Of course I had to let my glance travel with the clothes that led up to the bed.

And in that bed laid a butt naked Harry Styles on top of someone else that I hoped was the owner of the black flannel shirt and the red underwear on the floor, also known as my friend Aida. I think I probably knew what was going to be happening but unfortunately the world is arranged such that it is impossible for a human to resist the urge to look for a few seconds, despite knowing that what you will be seeing isn’t pleasant for you.

Were they… ?

Yup, they were having sex.

You know, just making sure. Don't mind me.


I stared for half a second and that was exactly half a second too long for me to keep inside my shock and horror.

“OH MY GOD!” I yelled in a tone so shrilly that it even surprised me and not only the two friends across the room.

“What the…” I heard Aida’s voice as her head popped out from behind Harry’s tattooed shoulder. “Maja, oh fuck!”

“Wow, Maja, oh my god!” Harry also exclaimed.

“I’m sorry!” I immediately yelled as I felt my eyes almost popping completely out of my head. I turned around to get out within the next second but just ended up slamming my face in to the doorframe.

“Ouch!” I then squealed instantly feeling the blood streaming out of my nose and down in my mouth. I was seeing spots and couldn’t see what was happening around me, but because of the sound of fast movements and thousands of apologies and profanities they were probably getting dressed as I stumbled out the door and back towards the bathroom where I came from. I managed to grab something that felt like toilet paper and dry off my mouth.


Suddenly Harry came running in the door in his boxers holding a bag of ice in his hand.
“Here,” he said and held the bag against my bruised nose.


“You’re not dressed,” I mumbled.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” he asked concerned without listening to what I said.

“Put on some clothes,” I said a bit louder.

“I need to help you, I feel so bad…” he began with worry written all over his face.

“Put on some clothes, please!” I exclaimed ripping the bag out of his hand and turned around definitely not wanting to look anymore at his now only half naked body.


Luckily he understood my command and left the room. I walked out in the living room and sat down in the sofa still holding the cold bag against my poor nose.

Only a few seconds later Harry came running back now wearing his black skinny jeans and white t-shirt.


“Look up,” he said pushing with two fingers on each side of my nose. “It’s just a bruise, I think,” he sighed relieved as Aida also came out.

“God, are you okay?” she asked concerned.

“No,” I just said.

“Poor nose,” she said.

“No, not poor nose, poor eyes. I think that sight has just seared them up as well as my poor soul,” I objected trying to be serious – since it felt like it was the truth, but I couldn’t help but cracking up by the whole situation as I saw the huge smirk on Harry’s face. They too both laughed as well at all of us feeling so incredibly embarrassed by what had just happened.



“What are you guys doing here anyway?” I asked when we’d calmed down a bit a few seconds later.

“Well, I got a message that I didn’t have to work until the afternoon, so… well, I called Harry to hear if he was free…” Aida started with her face going red.

“And I guess he was?” I teased.

“Yeah, I have to go back to the studio in about an hour though,” he said smiling.

“Oh. So… you guys were almost… done, when I interrupted you?” I had no idea why I asked that question since I definitely didn’t want to think about it more than absolutely necessary.

“Well… yes,” Harry smirked and I hit his shoulder. “I didn’t think you would be here this early.”

“I wanted to begin now so that I could have time to make dessert,” I said innocently. “God, I’m really sorry,” I added thinking the whole situation over again. They must’ve felt so blotted, embarrassed and humiliated by me catching them in the middle of something that intimate and private.

“It’s okay,” Aida smiled still blushing even more than Harry though.

“Let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re making dessert for tonight,” Harry teased and I laughed. I felt really grateful that didn’t take the embarrassing moment we had too seriously which brightened up Aida’s and my mood - we would both rather move away from this city where the shame of this hopefully wouldn’t follow us.



When my nose had calmed down a few moments later it was also time for my two probably still rather horny friends to go back to work in each different direction.


“I’m sorry,” I said one more time as they were putting on their coats. “Feel free to finish your thing in some gloomy alley somewhere. Just as long you don’t get any cystitis.”

“Oh my God,” Harry said. “You’re sick.”

“No, just scarred for life,” I kept on teasing the poor people that were now both looking down at their feet. There weren’t any bad feelings at all though and we were luckily able to laugh about this, which made I felt really relieved about.


When they’d left I began preparing the dessert for tonight with two pieces of a tampon stuffed up in my nose to stop the bleeding. I think this was the only time I had ever found my period to come in handy, since I was now carrying multiple tampons in my purse all the time.

I had decided to make an old Danish dessert that was very similar to the American flan; it was like a baked custard with caramel on top and one of my absolute favorites and because it had to cool down and set in the fridge for several hours before serving it, I made that as the first thing.
I then prepared a few things for a salad to go with an Italian pasta dish with chopped tomatoes, turkey bacon – since Aida couldn’t eat pancetta – and fresh parmesan cheese. This was also a favorite of mine and since the guys had seemed to like my lasagna that I’d made for them during their stay in Denmark I assumed that this might also be a winner.

During my cooking I was surprised and incredibly delighted to discover all the gear and tools Harry had stored up in his big kitchen; so many good quality knives, cute little ramekins that I decided to use for the dessert and some really nice stuff to set a beautiful table.


But once I was done doing all that I found myself having almost two hours left until it was time to do the rest, so I went in to the music room to try out his piano. I started by just playing a few of the songs that I already knew, but then ended up writing a song for our gig at Dirty Dicks by listening to some of the different ideas that I had recorded on my phone during the past month and reading the lyrics and words that I’d written down while staying in the hospital.


This time it felt a bit different writing, since I every once in a while would have to force myself to keep on writing, whereas before I’d only tried making music whenever the ideas would pop in to my head by themselves. But if the girls and I were ever going to have a good one hour long set of songs ready in less than two weeks I would have to make the ideas instead of waiting for them.


The result wasn’t too bad actually, if I must say so. A nice simple tune with a touch of folk in it that I thought would go really well with the sound of Aida’s guitar and maybe a bit of percussion that Em used to do on our songs sometimes, since she’d played the drums for a few years when she was younger. I really looked forward to hear how it would sound with the girls.


Suddenly I discovered that the two hours I had left over had flown by in what felt like only a couple of minutes. I quickly recorded the new song that I didn’t know what to call yet and then hurried back in to the kitchen.

I connected my iPhone with the music system in there and spent a few minutes trying to figure out what I was in the mood for. I ended up deciding on some music that people always seemed to get surprised about me listening to and that was the American rap and metal band group, called Rage Against the Machine. What I really liked about this kind of music was the intense and immersive music riffs that were often used in their songs along with the sound of hardcore rap, which just always made me want to do head banging all the time. One of my big dreams was to experience a concert with a band like this.


I managed to quickly chop up everything for a Salad Caprese with fresh mozzarella and balsamic vinegar, which I knew was one of Aida’s favorites.


As I stood there in Harry’s nice and comfy kitchen, cooking up the rest of the dinner I couldn’t help but rap along to the music, dancing around and throw a few hand gestures every now and then, until I suddenly felt a couple of arms wrap around my waist from behind. At first I got a bit scared when I felt kisses being placed up and down neck, but then I quickly recognized Niall’s fresh scent and the touch of his soft lips started to send endless shivers down my spine.


“So apparently you’re a rapper as well,” he smiled in to my ear and I turned around with blushing cheeks longing to face his blue eyes and lovely teeth. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss that was going to be just as passionate and soft as I remembered it to be.

After only a few seconds of kissing I felt him lift me up to sit on the kitchen table, this way our faces were now more equal than before. I tangled my fingers in to his blond hair and the shivers didn’t seem to want to stop racing through my entire body as his hand travelled up and down the skin on it all the way from the outside of my jeans on my thighs, to my butt, to my waist, to my breasts, to my neck and to my hair. It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to get the kisses to a really heated level and he then slid his tongue inside my mouth, which only made me moan instead of just the heavy breathing that he’d already caused my chest to do. I tugged on his shirt to pull him even closer to me not feeling I got as much of him as I wanted and needed.


“The boys are on their way,” he moaned the second he pulled away, “I can’t look like this,” he added as he corrected on his black skinny jeans that now revealed a bulge between his legs. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the thought of the rest of the guys finding Niall looking like that, but at the same time I felt incredibly horny and a bit disappointed that I didn’t get to have more of him. He kissed me one more time and lifted off the table, so that I could finish the dinner before everybody would arrive.


I ended up sending Niall in to the dining room wanting the food to be a surprise for him as well as the others – and also because it made me completely crazy every time I would look at him thinking about how much I wanted to dry hump him.


I served up the pasta dish in portions with some parmesan cheese and fresh basil on the top. I heard the sound of the different well-known voices enhance from the other room, so I went inside to say hello to all of them. It was great to see especially Perrie and Zayn, since they’d had trouble finding time to visit me at the hospital recently, and also Eleanor and Louis who both seemed extremely happy to see me. Such nice people, I thought as I went back to get the plates. Eleanor and Em helped me carrying it all, since it was too much for one person to carry and when we returned everybody had sat down at the – if I must say so – absolutely beautiful and simple set dining table.


“Wow, this smells amazing!” Louis exclaimed when I placed one of the plates in front of him. Jesus, I guess that boy really was happy today, I thought to myself as I sat down with my own.

“I hope so,” I said smiling. “Enjoy!”


Everybody immediately dug in, eating and drinking the red wine that Aida of course had brought. After a few minutes of silence where we did nothing but having our mouths full, Eleanor raised her glass.

“A toast,” she said and waited for everybody to do as her. Niall seemed a bit reluctant to be letting go of his fork, but ended up doing as he was supposed to and Eleanor then continued:

“To Maja, who’s finally gotten out of the hospital and so far doing well. We extremely glad to have you back.”

I blushed and suddenly felt a bit emotional. “And to you guys,” I added. “If it hadn’t been for your big support and hilarious company I wouldn’t be sitting here now. I can’t thank you enough.”

We drank a sip of our wine and after that it didn’t take Niall more than a few minutes to finish his entire plate and he managed to also get to eat the rest of Eleanor’s portion, who had a more petite body and a bit smaller appetite than the rest of us, which the hungry Irish boy was definitely well aware of.


As I sat and looked around at the people talking and laughing at the table; Em and Liam next to each other holding each other’s hand, Perrie and Aida entertaining people with their faces and Niall and Zayn making Harry and I crack up with their incredible talent of mimicking famous people. Louis and Eleanor were the only ones keeping it a bit quiet which seemed a bit weird to me, since Louis always used to be the first one to make a joke.

I had never had a group of friends that I so often had felt so grateful to have. It had happened several times a day in the hospital and now this happy feeling just didn’t want to stop, not that I mind.
Em must have felt the same way, since she suddenly said: “How lucky are we?”


We all looked at each other on shifts smiling, all except for Eleanor. Instead she chose to burst in to tears and we turned towards her to find out why she had to sob in to Louis’ chest as he held her tight close to him.

“El, don’t be sad,” Harry said smiling, while Em looked quite guilty thinking that she might have done something wrong.

“No, it’s not that,” Louis said which only made us all twice as curious as he send a cheesy smirk around the table.

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