Inconspicuous:(adjective)

Not clearly visible or attracting attention. "an inconspicuous red-brick building." -Synonyms: unobtrusive, unnoticeable, unremarkable, unspectacular, unostentatious, unimposing, undistinguished, unexceptional, unassuming, discreet, hidden, concealed; insignificant, forgettable, unmemorable; in the background, unnoticed, unseen, behind the scenes, low-profile, low-key; quiet, retiring. "Isabel tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible"

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Harry

"Niall!" I frown, turning my car into the driveway and through the opened gates. "What the fuck were you thinking? You hired me a housemaid without even allowing me to meet her first!? What about if she's a fat mother fuc-"

"Hazz, relax." He laughs, "Trust me, you'll like this one. And she's not fat."

That's the issue here, I trust him too much. 

"She better be hot." I pull the car up to my front door and jump out then lock it. "How do you know I'll like her?"

"Because I hired the girl from that Cafe, figured you'd want to get to know her since you say she looks so familiar,"

"Niall! What the-"

"Gotta go, my girl wants me,"

"Niall, don't you dare-" I warn but a beeping sound comes through my phone. "-Hang up on me."

Dick.

I can't believe he hired her, although he does have a valid point. I'll use this to my advantage and get close to her because I have this strange feeling she isn't telling me the truth bout knowing me.

Sighing, I decide to scroll through my phone's gallery while doing so, I notice a picture from the other night.

Strange, I don't remember this one. 

I'm standing on a stage, with a microphone in my hand, there's a girl behind me but due to the dull light; I can't see her very well. Her hand is resting on my back.

My attention is stolen from my phone when I hear the sound of my side door opening to the pool, walking through the side gate, I place my phone on a table and then sneak into the pool area. That's when I hear the sound of someone falling over, and a splash.

A loud splash. 

My feet break out into a run and when the pool comes into view, I notice the water isn't still like it usually is, instead there are waves smashing against the sides. Once I'm standing at the edge, my eyes scan below the water.

Then I see her, a girl.

I don't even bother to throw my shoes off, I jump into the water after her. Diving down, I can feel my heart beating fast within my chest and it feels like it'll fucking explode. 

Reaching my hands out, I'm able to snake my arms around her limp body.

It's the girl from the Cafe, and my new maid. 

Her eyes are shut with her mouth slightly ajar. 

Please be breathing.

I break through the surface of the water with her securely in my arms, then I place her body onto the tiles and climb out. Hovering above her, so my legs are on either side of her body and my groin is touching hers. I lean over and place my hand on her wrist.

No pulse.

Fuck.

Placing my finger and thumb over her nose I give it a tight squeeze to prevent air from escaping, I then enclose my mouth around her opened one, I'm about to blow when I feel her body move beneath me. 

My eyes dart to her face but she remains in her unconscious state. 

Thank god she's breathing.

I breathe in, only to realise my mouth is still on hers. 

Her lips feel so familiar, it's like I've done this before. I mean not CPR, but kissed her. Pulling away, I can't help but touch my tingling lips. 

Why do I feel like this? There has never been a girl who's had this effect on my body.

 I ignore my racing heartbeat and climb off her, carefully, before picking her up in my arms; bridal style.

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Joe

I feel so weird.

There's a clicking noise and it's starting to piss me off. Peeling my eyes open, I almost have a fucking heart attack. I'm laying on a bed with a sheet over me, but I'm not in my clothes.... I'm in a silk gown. 

Again, I hear the clicking noise.

I turn my head in the direction of the noise and to my surprise I find none other than Mr Styles himself. His attention is fully on his phone, his brows are furrowed and there's a crease between them. 

"Who are you?" He mumbles to his phone like a fucking weirdo.

But his accent, oh my god, I think I just wet the bed. 

While his emerald eyes are glued to his phone, I take this opportunity to study his features.

His lips are red and plump, I can't help but wonder what they feel like pressed against my own or how they would feel touching my pus-

"Staring is rude, ya'know." His lips I was just fantasising about, turn upwards into a smirk. 

I try to keep myself calm but fail miserably. 

The guy caught me staring for crying out loud! 

"You're not the only girl-" Oh my fucking god, the way he says girl.. "-I've caught staring." 

"Habit, can't help it." I shrug him off and reposition myself on the bed so that I'm laying with my back facing him. 

I'm such an idiot.

I can't believe I embarrassed myself like that, not to mention fucking falling into his pool. Can someone please dig the deepest hole in the world so I can hide in it, thank you.

I'm disturbed from my thoughts by the bed dipping.

My breath gets hitched in my throat when I feel fingers touching the side of my face, slowly my head is forced sideways to look at him.

Holy fucking cow....

"W-what are y-you doing?" Did I just stutter? 

His fingers glide over my right cheekbone and leave a weird tingling feeling, "You're a mystery to me," His eyes are like glass, they focus on my lips and I nearly stop breathing. "I can't figure you out, it's like I know you."

"Sir, we've never officially met until now."

"Fuck, please don't call me sir. Not when we're on a bed."

Oh my god. 

Change the subject.

No, don't!

I freeze when his fingers brush over my lips, "May I ki-" Shaking his head as if he's having an argument with himself, he quickly jumps off the bed. Mr Styles clears his throat, "I expect you to wear the uniform," And with that, he walks towards the door but not before he takes one last glance at me. 

I'm left stunned and confused about what just happened. Was he about to kiss me? What the actual f-

My phone suddenly vibrates in a drawer next to the bed, I lean over and pull it out.

Billy calling.

The second I accept her call, I'm deafened. "JOE WHAT THE HELL!?"

"My god damn ears, well hello to you." I sit on the edge of the bed, still stunned. 

"Is it true? You're working for Mr Styles?"

Gosh, she's so fast. "Um not entirely,"

"What'd you mean not entirely?"

So, I end up explaining everything to my extremely nosy and excited best friend. 

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Nope, I'm his new housemaid."

"I'm talking bout that, he tried kissing you!? Tell me details girl!"

Running a hand through my hair, I release a sigh. "Yeah, I fell into his pool and I'm guessing he saved me-"

"Hold up, you fell into his pool?"

Wait for it.

Wait.

Here it comes.

She laughs, very, very loudly. "J that's the best joke I've ever heard!"

"It's not a joke, I feel like an idiot."

"You should."

"Not helping."

Billy laughs one more time before she clears her throat, "Sorry babe, but are you serious? You have to live there? What about your parents?"

Well shit.

"I don't know! What am I suppose to tell them? They think I still work with you. Hell, they don't even know about my tattoos... Billy, what am I gonna do?" Now I'm panicking.

I'm,

So,

Dead.

Please, someone, dig that hole for me, it would be much appreciated.

"We can just tell them you've moved in with me?" She suggests, "I mean, you pretty much use to live around here anyway."

"Yeah that could work,"

"Now please tell me details! Did he get all kinky on you? Oh my god, did you guys have sex!?"

I gasp, "What? NO!"

"Damn girl, you needa get your move on. I mean, you're his new maid for crying out loud! He must like you."

"He said there's something familiar about me. Billy, I don't know what he means by that."

"Hang on, what did you say the two letters were?"

I lift open my gown and look at the butterfly tattoo and then the two letters below it, "H and S."

"You're shitty me? What's Mr Styles first name?"

"Harry-" A loud gasp leaves my throat and I'm forced to cover my mouth, "H.S Is for Harry Styles."

"We don't know that-"

"Billy! Why else would he say I look familiar? He did this to me! He marked me! Fuck! What about if he took my virginity?"

"Alright, well you're his new maid so get close to him, gain his trust. Then ruin him."

Raising my brows, I smirk. "I like the way you think."

Mr Harry Styles, you're fucking going down.

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A/N:  Do you think Joe is over reacting? 

What do you think Harry will do when he finds out, who she really is? and what they did together?

That leads me to the next question, should we have a little flashback to that night?