[COMPLETE] Alexis Pierce is best friends with Gemma Styles, they are inseparable you could say. But always being over at her house has some pros to it. That's her brother, Harry Styles. Alexis finds herself falling for him, and maybe, just maybe he...
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Gemma Styles "Babe," Zayn says, I'm on my period and Zayn's a little bit scared because I'm one of those girls that are moody as hell and have a painful period. He's not used to it but I can't help it, everything's pissing me off.
"What?" I snap.
"What's wrong?" he says softly. "You've been...uptight?"
"Give me a break," I huff, I know he means that I'm uptight cause of my period but he's right, something doesn't make sense. Harry's room just smells of perfume and it's familiar but I can't put my finger on where I've smelt it before.
It's sweet, fruity and it's all over Harry, his room, his clothes, everywhere. As soon as he leaves his room when I do, it's strong. He's always smiling at his phone, and whoever angel is, is his girlfriend.
I hear him alone in his room all the time, like that, yes, going at it by himself. None of it makes sense and I don't know who it is but she smells so familiar. It's just pissing me off because I've been trying to figure it out and I can't. Zayn has been trying to get me to stop working it out and see if he can ask him.
I agreed but Harry said he had no idea what he was talking about, even though we all know he has a girlfriend. "I wanna know who it is, why hasn't he said anything?"
"Why do you care? So what if Harry has a girlfriend," he says. "It's no point running your mind around to know who, if he's ready, he'll tell,"
"But I wanna know who it is," I whine. "He's being so secretive,"
"Is he here?" he asks.
"No," I shake my head.
"Where is he?" he asks.
"Working," I say. "I know that for a fact,"
"So go through his room?" Zayn says.
"Imagine what'd you'd find though?" I shudder.
"Yeah. But you might get an answer," he shrugs. I smirk slowly, grabbing his warm hands.
"C'mon then," I grin. He huffs and stands up with me, we walk out and stop at Harry's door. "See anything weird, just...run," I say, gripping the handle, turning the handle.
"He's one of my friends," he shrugs it off.
We open the door and as I thought, the smell of perfume and his cologne enters our noses. I walk into his slightly messy room and look around. "I was kidding when I said search his room, Gem,"
"I think it's a great idea," I walk over to his guitar on the stand in the corner, picking it up. It was a white guitar, it was surprisingly clean considering it was white. "How does he even play this?" I pluck a string so it plays a sound.
"He's been learning it since he was like thirteen in high school,"
"I know, he was shit at it," I snicker, putting it back. I then walk over to his bed, which was a mess. I open his drawer and see all sorts of stuff. I saw; condoms, guitar picks, a pen, black and white nail polish, rings, empty sheet music, tissues, lube, random things and a couple of scrunchies.
