Midnight doesn't last forever. [slow updates]

• Chapter 6.

“I will kill you Harold Edward Styles, just wait you retard.” I shouted at that curly haired jerk, wiping off the water from my face. “You are going to pay for this.”

He was lying on the couch, laughing hardly along with Tyler. Harry was holding his stomach with a hand, his head thrown back, laughing like a little kid. You guys would be anxious to know what ensued, won’t you? So here it is, half an hour ago I sent a text to Harry that I was going to come over to his place with Tyler. He must’ve planned everything at that time. How shrewdly idiotic evil-ish fool he is. Remind me again, why am I best friends with him? 

Anyways, I can wonder about that later so coming back to the point, on reaching his house, when I knocked the door for someone to open I heard him tell me to come in. I opened the door and SPLASH; a bucket full of cold water fell on me, wetting me from head to toe, leaving the right shoulder dry and now I’m standing here with a towel in my hand, wiping each and every drenched part of my body while both of these douches sit back, in front of me, laughing their heads off.

“There’s some more on the left cheek of yours.” He said teasing me.

“Keep annoying me dude, but when I kick your butt someday, don’t cry like a little girl.” I snapped.

“Aww, what will you do? Hit me with your manicured nails?” he laughed again as I rolled my eyes, “Ty, come on let’s play some Wii and let your sister whine to herself” He grinned and both of them went to his room.

“Forget about him, he has always been a pain in the ass. Here, wear this before you catch cold.” Gemma handed me a top, which was probably hers, with a frown on her face. Harry really had the capability of getting under everyone’s skin, I must say.

“Thank you” I smiled.

“Want some coffee? You must be feeling really cold.” She said.

“Tea would work.” I replied and went to change.

*Someone please call for an ambulance, my best friend needs to be rushed to a mental asylum.* I came back to the living room and tweeted whilst Gemma was busy making the tea.

*Okay, let me guess. You’re talking about Harry, aren’t you? :P* Mrinal replied to my tweet.

*Who else can it be? :P* I replied, and retweeted Mrinal’s tweet.

*I wish I could come and join both of you, I bet you’re having fun! :(* Eleanor tweeted.

*If the definition of fun to you is getting drenched in a bucket full of ice cold water, then yes we’re having a lot of fun! -.-* I replied, gaining five retweets in less than a second, three of them being Mrinal’s, El’s and Candy’s. I wonder if they stay online like forever.

*Lmfao! What happened? :D* Mrinal replied.

*How do you expect me to explain everything to you on twitter? :|* I tweeted.

*But you can text, right? :D* Candice joined the conversation. So yes, I messaged them the complete scene that took place, and now I was getting silly emoticons as replies. Oh God, why did you gift me such dorks?

“Erica! Come up, fast” Harry shouted, he sounded worried.

Shoving the cell back in my pocket I ran upstairs, followed by Gemma. Tyler was lying on his back, on the bed, holding his stomach. His face was crimsoned, and droplets of tears were on his cheeks. Harry was sitting next to him, trying to calm him down.

“Wh-what happened?” I asked, taking a seat beside Tyler.

“He won the game and I playfully hit him on his stomach, he started crying and his stomach started bleeding. I’m so sorry Tyler; I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He spoke, almost crying. I had never seen Harry like this. Oh boy, what was I supposed to do?