Far Too Many Good Intentions. (Harry Styles)

One more spoon of cough syrup.

Taking a trip up the lift, I admired how truly nice it was. "Addison, I'm starting to wonder if you're a mute," Harry chuckled, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Hey!" I laughed, tapping his foot with mine.

The bell pinged. Harry directed me to a large wooden door, jingling with his keys for a moment before unlocking it, and we stepped into a massive space.

I quickly understood what it must be like living in a house with four other young men. Various shirts, shoes, and undergarments littered almost every space in the main room.

"So this is the living room, this is the kitchen..." He was explaining the layout of the apartment as I had to step over at least two Xboxes and a Wii that were just strewn about on the floor.

Harry took me through the mini tour, all the while apologizing profusely. "I'm incredibly sorry about the mess. I'm sure it's a bit frightening in here, and--" he rambled as he blushed, looking down at his shoes.

I cut him off by giggling. "Harry, don't worry, I understand."

We heard yelling and raucous laughter coming from another room, and Harry directed me towards the source of the noise. He opened a random bedroom door to find four boys, including the one I'd met yesterday, Louis, sitting around a laptop. They were watching a football game, I realised.

It became extremely awkward as they all turned to face me, confusion written across their faces. "Erm. Hello," I waved pitifully.

"Oh hey, it's Alley-Girl!" Louis smiled enthusiastically. "How are you, love?"

I returned his smile. A boy with tanned skin and dark, almost black hair was first to stand up and introduce himself. "Hi, I'm Zayn." His voice was deep and smooth, and I felt my cheeks blazing as I shook his hand.

A kind eyed, well built boy called himself Liam. He seemed like the most reserved out of the bunch, and very put together. Louis took it upon himself to engulf me in a hug. I noticed as Harry fell silent as he did so, which caused me to blush even harder. Harry couldn't be jealous, could he? It's not like I was anything special. He probably felt sorry for me.

When Louis let me go, a pair of bright blue eyes met mine. This one had light blonde hair and the most adorable smile as he shook my hand lightly. "Hi, I'm Niall," he said in his Irish twang.

I gestured to myself. "Addison. It's nice to meet all of you!" I sighed; curse them for all being so attractive. Why weren't boys in Chicago this cute?

"Want to watch a film with me?" Harry was suddenly very close to my ear. His breath sent a shiver down my spine, and I prayed that he didn't notice.

"Yeah, s-sure," I sputtered.

"I'm in!" Louis exclaimed, bunny-hopping out of the room, waving his hands around.

"Me too!" Niall jumped up from the couch. Zayn and Liam laughed at the other two boys' antics and went back to watching football.

I giggled, turning to Harry. "Is it always like this?"

"I'm afraid so," Harry shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips.

He led me back out into the living room where Niall and Louis were already putting in a movie. I took a seat on the couch. Harry groaned audibly next to me as the menu illuminated the enormous flat screen. "Inbetweeners again?"

"Shut up, Haz, you love this movie," Louis said as he sat down next to him, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, but we've seen it five times this week!" Harry whined, and I giggled.

He pointed a finger at me. "You! This is no laughing matter!"

This caused me to laugh even harder, just as Niall walked in from the kitchen carrying a Coke bottle. "Whoa, what'd I miss?" he plopped down on the other side of me, and Louis pressed play.

I'd never heard of this movie, let alone understand any of the humour, but I found myself laughing along with the boys. This was the first time in a long time someone had taken the time to have me over. I mentally thanked Harry for that.

When the movie was over, it was around five o'clock, and I was starving. "I hope you don't mind, but I was wondering of I could get something to eat," I asked, the politeness I'd grown accustomed to in finishing school was shining through.

They waved it off, laughing. "You never have to ask in this house!" Louis smiled.

I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Liam, Zayn, and Niall announced that they were leaving to go back to their own houses. Each one came into the kitchen as I was fixing myself a bowl of cereal.

"Bye Addison, nice to meet you briefly!" Liam smiled.

Zayn waved, and said the same.

Niall came in and gave me a hug, but before pulling away, he made sure I was listening. "Harry really fancies you, you know. I can see it when he looks at you. Just...be careful, please. I don't know you very well at all, but I know you don't deserve to get your heart broken," he whispered in my ear. "See you around," he smiled crookedly.

My face instantly lit up with surprise and confusion when he kissed my cheek, promptly turned around and left. Oh God, this is not what I was used to. I touched the place where the boy had kissed me. How did he know me so well in such a short amount of time? I didn't understand what he meant about Harry.

I was chewing on my Cocoa Puffs, sitting at the kitchen island, and contemplating this whole situation when a familiar mass of brown curls peeked his head into the kitchen. "Enjoying yourself?" Harry smiled, taking a seat across from me.

"Very much so," I nodded, smiling. "Thank you for having me."

"Anytime," he seemed distant, a blank look reaching his eyes. I turned around to get a glass of water. "How old are you?" he suddenly blurted.

I turned around to see his face full of worry. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at his question. "I'm eighteen! What did you think I was, twelve?" I was still snickering when he shot me a look.

"No," he defended. "You just seem...a lot more...mature. Older. You present yourself differently than any girl I've ever met. In a good way," he added, smiling.

Well, I wanted to say, that's what you get when your excuse for a mother raised you like the way she did me. But I returned his smile instead. "Oh, thank you." My phone decided at that time to ring incessantly from my back pocket. I looked at the caller ID, and mentally shot myself.

"What's wrong?" Harry murmured. I jumped up and headed for the door. "Phone call, be right back." I knew I couldn't just ignore the call, or I'd be in the hole. I closed the door to the apartment behind me, and answered.

"Hello, Addison."

"What exactly do you want now?"

"I'm just calling to inform you that I'm cutting the credit card you so graciously stole from me to fund your hotel stay," the entertainment she found in this was almost sickening.

"Are you kidding me? I didn't even steal it! You gave it to me to get me out of your hair!" I screamed into the phone.

"Whatever, it's basically the same thing."

"Oh wow, that's so kind of you, leaving your daughter to fend for herself in a country she's only been in for two fucking days!"

"Sorry, but I just don't care. Have fun finding a place to stay. Think of it on the bright side, Addison. You've always wanted an adventure, darling. So I gave it to you," she laughed coldly.

"Yeah, well fuck you. Do yourself a favour and never call me again." I hung up, and nearly hurled my phone against the wall.