Styles Triplets

After getting past the gate, Kat's mom dropped her off in front of the massive house. Her mouth was dropped and she gave her a warning look that told her not to do anything bad. She nodded and got out of the car. She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. After a minute an old man with a beer gut opened the door. He had a wisp of grey hair on the top of his head and his eyes were a dull grey. She wondered if he hated his job.

"Is Harry Styles here?" She asked politely.

He nodded and stepped aside, allowing her to walk into the beautiful house. It was really beautiful. When you entered there was a grand staircase, a fur rug, and a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. One archway leads to the living room, which has a flat screen TV, round couch, glass table, and bookshelf. Another archway leads to the kitchen, which has an island counter and long wooden table with eight chairs.

"Up the stairs, second door on the left." He told her, interrupting her creepy admiration of the house.

She walked up the steps and followed the butler's directions. She knocked on the door and it immediately swung open, revealing a shirtless Harry.

He looked down at her with a wide grin.

"Biscuit!" He said, bringing her in for a hug. "It's so nice to see you!"

She pushed him away. "Ugh! Get off me you knucklehead!"

He laughed and walked into the room. She followed, and was surprised by what she saw.
He had a neat and orderly room with a queen sized bed, indigo covers, and not much furniture. A bay window let natural light pour in, and an oak tree completed the scenery that lied just outside his window.

"Pretty." She complimented.

"I try." He shrugged.

She cocked her head to the side. "I meant the room."

He raised an eyebrow. "No you didn't."

"Are you gonna put a shirt on, Fabio?" She rolled her eyes.

He smirked. "Glad you noticed, kitten."

"I didn't notice a thing."

"Yeah you did."

"Shut up! Nothing about you is---"

Suddenly she felt herself being moved. Her back hit the wall lightly and she felt his hands gripping her arms. He was very close to her, his face a mere inches from hers. His face was deadpan, and he seemed to be observing her face closely.

"I can't get the color of your eyes right." He said finally. "Or the shape of your lips." His eyes trailed down to her lips.

She blushed. "Umm, okay? You must have already started on the drawing."

"Yeah."

She hated that she liked his closeness. "But you don't know anything about me. How can you be so sure of how you see me?"

"I know you." He said, and the way he said it sent shivers down her spine. "You're the quiet girl who hangs out with the captain of the soccer team. And the other one, the drummer, she's pretty cute too." She was speechless. "You have a rocking body and pretty face and you're pretty nice but you've never been kissed or had a boyfriend before. And you're a virgin."

She felt anger twinge inside of her. "Oh yeah, well do you want to know what I know about you?" She demanded. He got off of her, and she began walking around.

"You're a control freak." She said. "You like being in control and having everything organized. I bet you have quite a temper when you lose control." He grinned at her. "And you're the biggest manwhore in Shawfield." His smirk wavered for just a tiny second. She noticed something by the window and walked over to it. Tied to a branch was a rope ladder, which looked pretty worn out. She stared at it before turning back to him. "What's the rope ladder for?"

He didn't say a word.

"Is it for you to sneak out of the house with? Or for girls to sneak into the house with?"

He just looked at her.

"Or...is it both?" She inquired.

He started towards her. "I bet you have no life. I bet you sit around all day and do nothing but wear dresses like the horrid one you've got on now and I bet the only party you've ever been to in your entire life is a birthday party."

"Screw you!" She yelled. "That's not even true!"

"Then prove it." He said, his voice raising slightly. "I'm throwing a party this Friday. Come."

"Why? To prove something to you?"

"Exactly."

She glared at him. "Before I walk out, there's one more thing I have to tell you about yourself. You're not this shirtless freak that you want me to believe you are. You're a teen who loves his brothers and who is nicer than you think."

He just rolled his eyes. She turned on her heel and walked out of the house, thanking the butler on the way out.

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