PART NINE: YOU’RE RIDICULOUS
MADDI’S POV
We already arrived at Louis and Harry’s flat. It was bigger than the other boy’s flats. Well it’s the biggest. It has four rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a game room, a pool, everything. It was too big to occupy two people. Maybe this is where they always hang out.
“Meagan, you room is in front mine’s and Maddi, you’re room is in front Harry’s, understood?” Louis said in a voice full of authority. I could have mistaken him to be Liam!
“WAIT—WHAT?!!” Harry and I said at the same time.
“Yup and you two will share a bathroom.”
“You got to be kidding me, Lou. The first thing you told me was—” Harry said while pulling his curly hair in frustration.
“Yup, but it would be better if you guys learn to be friends with each other.”
“I WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS WITH HIM/HER!” we both exclaimed at the same time, again.
“Then better deal with each other’s cocky attitude. Night, fellas!” then Louis do a dramatic exit. For fuck sake, I can’t deal with Harry and his stupid, stuck-up attitude!
“Ugh, better unpack now before I strangle someone here,” I muttered while opening the door of my room.
“You’re attitude won’t work here, Water Girl,” Harry snarled while glaring at me.
“Water Girl, eh? Nice nickname I got! Thank you so much!” I said in a sarcastic way.
“You’re too loud. I don’t want to be hearing you from across the hallway.”
“You’re too ugly; I don’t want to be seeing you from across the hallway.”
“Why would all those girls swoon over me if I’m so ugly?”
“Pure conceited, stuck-up jerk. I wish your so-called fans could see your real attitude.”
“Oh no, they won’t, Love. But you have that special privilege to see it.”
“Oh yeah? Game on, Styles.”
“Yeah, I bet you’d cry for mercy once I show you my real self.”
“I don’t need to see it. Get lost.”
I stormed off to my room. Fuck that bastard. If I wasn’t in their house, I could have killed him, and put him on my closet so his body won’t be found.
Then I realized Harry just called me Love. ZOMG! Harry Styles called me Love! Wait. I shouldn’t be fan girling. I hate him, right? Oh well, that’s life.
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I woke up with the sound of my phone vibrating in the whole room, with my dearest Justin Bieber’s voice! Great thing to start the morning!
I heaps love Justin Bieber! He’s my first boyfriend before One Direction! He’s the coolest! And I think I should change fandom because being a Directioner isn’t advisable since I’m enemies with Harry Styles.
“And I was like, Baby, Baby, Baby, oh!” I sang along the song Baby by Justin Bieber. Another great way to piss my dear old PMS-ing prince, Harry. My singing wasn’t horrible but I was shouting and not singing that’s why it sounds horrible.
It was by the end of the song when I heard some banging on my room door. It seemed like my plan worked. Ha-ha!
“TURN OFF THAT BULLSHIT, WATER GIRL!” I heard Harry shout from outside my door. I pretend I didn’t hear it while singing to the next song ‘Love Me’ by Justin Bieber. I’m shouting my lungs off. Sometimes laughing because I’m imagining Harry saying rants about me.
“I’M GOING INSIDE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!” Harry shouted through the music. Just then, an angry Harry Styles stormed inside my room, with his hair sticking everywhere and with him only wearing boxer shorts.
“OH MY GOD! MY EYES! MY INNOCENT EYES!” I shouted while covering my eyes. It’s not like, I haven’t seen his body but it’s better to pretend innocent, right?
“WHATEVER,” he said and went straight to my iPod and turn off the music.
“What the—I’m enjoying the music! What’s your problem?!!” I said.
“Its bullshit, you don’t need to listen to it. You should support English music since you’re from England.”
“I’m not even born here! I’m born in Philippines! And I will support who ever I want. And you, you’re that bullshit you’re talking about. You should respect other artists because they respect you as well. You’re just one pathetic jerk. Move on.”
I stormed out of my room. I can’t take people talking rants about my favorite artists.
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AUTHOR’S RANT:
Harry doesn’t hate Justin Bieber. I just put that on so that they will have something to argue about. I didn’t mean to offend anyone with my ideas here. This was just a fiction. If you can’t take my insults about Harry, or Justin, don’t hesitate to leave this story and never read it again. I’m just saying this because I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.
That’s all. Thank you for wasting your time here!
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