Papillon - HS

Chapter 14

Song: Alive - One Direction
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Harry Styles' POV:

"Styles! Give me your phone!" shouted Niall as soon as he entered the lounge. I looked straight at him, an amused smirk resting on my face. He returned the stare, lifting his brows in a demanding matter. I chuckled and took out my phone, extending it for him to take. Victoria, who was seating beside me, was looking at Niall then back at me. Her face scrunched up in confusion, making her look adorable as ever. 

Niall took my phone from me and quickly began to type something. Victoria leaned in sideways, getting closer to me. "What is he doing?" she whispered, making me chuckle. I turned to look at her and shrugged, looking back at Niall who had finished what he was doing. Victoria mumbled something in Spanish and faced Niall too.

His face shifted from focused to complete and pure bliss as he jumped up and down, exclaiming and pointing at the phone. 

"Fuck yeah! I knew I could get it!" he said looking directly into my eyes.

"Get what?" Victoria asked but we both ignored her.

"Thought you wouldn't make it this time, Horan," I told him as I shook my head. I locked my phone and stood up, giving him a quick hug. 

Niall kept exclaiming and even began doing a happy dance. Victoria let out an annoyed sigh and crossed her arms, leaning back onto the seat. I looked at her and lifted my brows, "is everything alright, Bonnie?" 

She rolled her eyes and looked at the window. I laughed and tried hugging her sideways but she scooted far from me, moving her shoulder so I wouldn't touch her. 

"Oh don't get angry, bumblebee," Niall said, joining me in an effort to make Victoria happy again. I don't get why she's angry but it makes her look cuter. "It's just a game we play," he finished.

She groaned and shook her head. "Ni quería saber cual es, ¿eh?"  she said, once again in Spanish (It's not like I wanted to know what game, huh). She had the tendency of speaking it whenever she was angry or annoyed or extremely excited. 

I turned to look at Niall, no one had understood what she said.

"You really should remember we can't understand what you're saying," I tell her.

"That's the whole point," she replies snarkily. After pouting and sighing, she finally turned back to look at Niall and I, her arms still crossed in front of her chest. "Are you really not going to tell me what that was all about?"

"Like I told you, it's a little game me and Harold, right here, have"  Niall said patting my shoulder. He turned to look at me and I did the same, both nodding at each other and looking at her with a smile right after. "Basically, he switches his password and I have to guess which one is it."

"It started about three years ago, Niall guessed my password and I began changing it in an effort to stop him from snooping around," I continued, looking at Niall with a playful glare. Niall bobbed his head, a wide smile spread across his face. His eyes told me he was remembering the first time he ever guessed my password and all the times that came after that. 

This little game had become our thing, something we could rely on to fuel our competitive nature. Niall, being the lover of gossip he is, always wanted me to show him my conversations but I never let him. These were private but used-to-be-blondie kept nagging me, trying to get me to show them to him.