CLASH (1D FanFic)

Chapter 4

"You have got to be shitting me" I exposed.

What the hell is this person doing in my damn room?!

How did he come in?

Damn.

Should I wake him up?

Should I touch him?

Should I kick him?

Should I spit on him?

Should I step on his phallus?

Should I kill him?

I think I'm off to the first two choices. I leaned closer to him and poked his cheek.

*poke*

Nothing happened. No movement.

*poke again*

Still no movement.

What the actual fu...

"Awh, ouch!"

The tattooed stranger moans as he gently lifts his head with brows crossed.

"What! Where am I?"

I glared at him. And as his two bare eyes catches my sight, he cringed.

"And who are you?"

"No. Who are you??" I emphasized the last word and I point my index finger at him.

He sits on the floor while his right hand holds his head gesturing pain and ache.

"What?"

What the fucking hell is wrong with guys and their *what* mannerism shit?

I stood up and place my hands on my waist gesturing superiority.

"Who are you? Well, I went out for a while and when I came back, tadaaa! Here you are, laying down peacefully on my damn floor!" I smile sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

He follows my move and also stands up on his feet.

"I...well, I can't remember anything. Honestly" He answers while he scratches his head.

Now, I remember that I forgot to lock my door before I rushed to find my friends.

"Alright. You may leave now." I point to the door but he doesn't portray any move.

"I can't--"

"Get out. This isn't your room. Like duh!" I rolled my eyes. What is wrong with this guy?

"I....I can't...." He touches his mouth and then....

What the hell?!

He threw up at me! Fucker!

"What the fuck?!" I screamed at him. Argh!

"Oh god, I'm so sorry"

"You ruined my dress!" I shoot him a disgust glare while shaking my fingers.

Eww be like. Ugh!

I headed straight and fast to the bathroom in order to wash my dress. I was surprised when he went in, too.

"Get out of here, dickhead!"

"Let me wash my mouth, please?" He begged.

Wow! How thick is his face and his confidence?

"Please?" He begged with puppy eyes and then pouted.

Serious-fucking-ly?

"Fuck. Fine!"

I can't believe I fell for his eyes and silly pout.

I went out the bathroom and moved to my closet to grab a shirt and ombre shorts as I let the man enjoy the bathroom.

I changed as quick as I can before he sees me.

I am still really as pissed as fuck. Ugh. Shitlife.

I have been spilled with liquor and have been vomitted. Nice one huh!

Nice job to that bitch-who-stepped-and-spilled-me-alcohol and excellent job to this dickhead-who-vommited-at-me.

I noticed him get out of the bathroom while wiping his face.

"What now?" I crossed my arms at him. How dare he ask who the fuck I am and throw up at me!

"You see, I'm really sorry. I have been, well, really wasted. I can not seem to remember how I got here." He slides his hand at his curly hair.

"And you know, I'm really sorry for throwing up at you." He looks down at the floor.

"Fine, fine. Just..just fix your shit and get the hell outta here" He looks at me and I stare back at his pretty green eyes.

He does have really nice eyes. I just noticed it now.

"Your lips are perfect, you know."

Wait, whut?

"Who? Me?" I pointed at myself.

"Nah, I was actually talking to your door."

"Excuse me?"

"Of course I was pointing to you. Who else or what else in this room have lips except me? Like duh!" He teases and imitated my tone when he said *like duh*.

This man must be some crazy silly fucking weirdo who just escaped from jail.

"K. Thanks. I'm really flattered. Oh my god." I rolled my eyes at him.

He's too annoying. I know I can't stand longer with him so I pointed to the door again.

"Go, now."

"Okay..oh wait" He grabs his buzzing phone and answers it.

"What?" He started talking.

He paces back and forth in the room as I sit down at the edge of my bed while watching him.

He sits on a chair beside the television. Then turns his phone into loudspeaker mode and places it on his lap as he re-ties the laces of his black vans.

"I'll just follow. Promise, I'll be there within an hour. I'll just look for Niall and Louis then I'll catch up with you" I heard him say.

Louis? No it must be someone else.

I hear a female voice on the other line of the phone, "I need you in 30 minutes. Not one hour" The voice says.

"Hell no. 50 minutes"
"No, 35!"
"49 minutes"
"40!"
"51 minutes, please Jem"

Ridiculous.

"If you don't come over within 35 minutes, I will not let you live in my house. And I mean it"

He sighs. "Fine, fine. I'll be there then"

"Good"

"I'll be there within an hour or two" he playfully laughs.

"If I can't see any part of your body or even your shadow within 30 minutes, I swear I'm gonna kick you out and slice your damn ass when we get home, Harry Styles"