Hate That BoyBand (h.s fanfic)| ✔

♥ IHateOneDirection ♥ |twenty - one|

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IHateOneDirection♥

Chapter 21:
Harry’s ‘Perfect’ Girl 

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Lize’s POV

 I sighed heavily at the heap of dry, smelly clothing that I was about to wash. No, I didn’t offer to wash One Direction’s laundry. I was forced by Harry Styles. Simply because I accidentally spiked their drinks. Even though it wasn’t entirely my fault, I had to suffer the consequences. While they spend their time in a Spa Spring Resort, I, Lize Arigalez, will be washing One Direction’s dirty laundry. For three days. 

Slowly, I picked up the clothes one by one, putting them in the washing machine. “Ugh.. What is that dreadful smell? I can’t believe I’m doing this..” I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose tightly. Then, I noticed Harry’s shirt. The one he wore during last night’s drunk party. Fortunately, the stench didn’t come from it. Instead, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out in the front pocket. Huh, it seemed to match the pencil that I found in the back pocket of some denim-branded jeans. I roughly unfolded the piece of paper and read it aloud. 

“Harry’s list of ‘Things I want in a girl‘..” As I read it, I couldn’t help but form a sinister smile on my face. I continued reading, “Number one, She has to interesting?” I frowned, as I went down the list. Number two had a small check beside it. Just who is that Mystery girl? I smiled to myself. There’s only one way to find out. I quickly took a picture of the piece of paper with my phone before I decided to throw it away. Wait a minute, he can’t find out that I saw his list. The last time he wore his shirt was when he was taking a bath. I quickly ran to the bathroom and left the piece of paper on the bathroom floor, turned sideways. Oh Harry, you don’t know what’s coming.. I whistled a happy tune as I went back to the laundry room. I had a short play prepared for Styles. 

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Harry’s POV

 As I laid down on my belly, I felt tensed girly hands on my back pressing on my skin with a lot more pressure than I expected from a young Japanese lady. Here we are, One Direction at the best known Spa Spring Resort in the city of L.A. “Ahhh…” I sighed in relief, from the muscles that were being pressed down and kneaded like dough. I could really get used to this—

There goes my cellphone. 

“Excuse me Miss, could get my cell phone for me please?” I pointed to where I last placed it. 

“Sure,” She replied with a strong, I assume, Japanese accent. She reached out for the phone and handed it to me then continued the massage.

“Hello? Harry Styles speaking,” I said, sounding more pleased than usual. It was probably because of the extraordinary massage I was getting.

“Hey Harry, it’s Lize,” I heard her voice from the receiver. 

“I thought I told you to do the laundry?” I frowned.