Author’s Note:
I genuinely love all of you guys! I can't even tell you how happy I was when I saw that I had 12 votes on Chapter 8 yesterday! Omfg, you don't know how amazing that is for me! Ahaa! But seriously though, my friends have told me that if I get at least 10 votes before Tuesday night, I should update early again. So if that happens, I promise I'll update on Wednesday! xx
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-Harry’s P.o.V-
The whole conservatory was alive with the sounds of playful conversations and sound effects from the video game we were currently playing. Tyler suggested we evacuate the living room as Alison was busy catching up with Zayn, which I found slightly odd as they practically talked, texted and even Skyped each other every day ever since we last saw them. It was clear that the Bradford boy was love stricken. He was never this naïve. Actually, I only remember him being this naïve once. He only acted like this when he was with Perrie, so loved up and so careless. However, he was never this extreme. Even when he was with Perrie, he never cared so much. This was truly a huge turning point for the boy. He fixed his hair for what seemed to be like 3 hours, he paced around his room trying to figure out what to wear and he even went out on his own to buy a new bottle of aftershave just for today. Just for Alison. But I have the feeling that this is just a one-way relationship. Alison seems like a lovely girl, especially after what she did for me on Saturday but I get the feeling that she’s leading him on. When she smiles around Zayn, it’s not the same smile as when she smiles when she receives a text from Jordan. Both smiles seemed similar but they were so different in so many ways. When she smiles at Zayn, there’s joy and compassion but when she smiles at the mention of Jordan, she smiles with lust and ecstasy. Could she like Jordan more?
I was disturbed out of my deep thought by Hayley jumping onto the free space next to me. She seemed tired and exhausted after playing on the Kinect with Tyler. Her hair was all over her face and there were some clear beads of sweat across her forehead. She was panting like a worn-out dog, dabbing her forehead dry with the sleeve of her jumper.
“Oh my God, what the actual eff? Who would actually play that for fun?! I can’t breathe…I feel like I'm pregnant!” she panted vigorously, rubbing soothing circles on her rib area. For a skinny girl, she was extremely unfit. But nonetheless, she was still beautiful, even if she was starting to sweat like a pig in a sauna.
Both I and Tyler laughed at her, causing her to glare at us deathly. She kicked me in the side, pushing me off the sofa. I fell hard on the floor, falling flat on my face. Déjà vu. She stood up and stormed her way towards Tyler and she wrapped him with her arms and caught him in a deadlock. She dipped him forwards for better reach and started rubbing his scalp with her knuckles. He yelled in pain and started flailing around, struggling to get out of the blonde’s deadly grip. She finally finished him off by poking his sides repeatedly, causing him to flail even harder and she finally let go, laughing maniacally at the boy’s misfortune.
“Evil bitch”, he whispered under his breath, grinning evilly at the blonde.
She scoffed and turned around slowly, her eyebrows raised and her lips puckered, “What did you say, douchebag? Wanna go for round 2?”
Tyler raised his hands in surrender, fear displayed across his face.
“Hey, I’m gonna go check up on those two”, I stated, slowly getting up out of my seat. I gradually stood up and stretched my legs, “I’m gonna make sure they haven’t killed each other or something..”
I noticed that the two friends were still busy teasing each other. The two seemed ignorant to what I just said so I left them to continue their little banter.
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