Red velvet Princess

Chapter eight

Red Velvet Princess

Chapter eight- introductions.

Alex's POV

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We jog down to the car, Ally still shocked about the whole encounter.

'WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE!' She screams.

I think to myself. I don't know actually. I think it was because it was too painful to think of Harry.

'I dunno.' I lie, not wanting to make Harry uncomfortable.

We get to the tall hotel and go up to apartment 28. Just as we're about to go in...

'WAIT!' Ally yells, putting her hands across the elevator, stopping us from getting out. 'WHAT DO I SAY?' She screams, her eyes widening.

'Uh..hi maybe? That always works.' I smirk, earning myself a playful slap from Harry.

'Don't be mean.' He teases.

'Yeh Alexandra. Don't be mean.' Ally giggles, sticking her tongue out at me.

Ugh. I hate it when people call me by my full name.

'It's habit. But call me Alexandra again and I'll kill you.' I chuckle, stepping into the apartment.

'Hello?' Harry calls across the apartment.

'Who is it?' Comes a put on women's voice by a certain Tomlinson.

'THE QUEEN.' Harry laughs, walking into the living room.

'OH MY GOSH THE QUEEN IM SO SORRY MA'AM IT'S A MESS. IM SO EMBARRASSED WOULD YOU CARE FOR SOME TEA?' Louis yells.

We see Louis and he pouts. 'So not the queen? Damn. ANYWHOOOO. Nice to see you again. I see your no longer being harassed by Haz over here then.' He jokes, shaking my hand hard.

'Erm...yeh. This is Ally by the way. She's a huge fan.' I mumble.

'Hello Ally.' Louis smiles, shaking Ally's hand too. Louis spins round to me.

'HANG ON. Your not from here are you?' He raises an eyebrow at me.

'Nope. But, if I'm gonna tell you my whole life story, I ain't doing it 5 times. I suggest you get the other boys in here.' I smirk.

'LIAM. ZAYN. NIALLER. GET IN HERE!' Harry screams.

I turn to Ally.

'Ready Al?' I ask.

'Ready as I'll ever be. I can't believe I'm about to meet the whole of ONE DIRECTION!!' She squeals.

The three other boys walk in and Ally practically dies.

After around half an hour of making sure she's ok, we all settle down.

'Mkay. Spill.' Louis mocks a teenage girl, gossiping about make up.

'Mkay. Never do that again.' I mimick.

'WHATEVER! JUST TELL YOUR STORY!' Louis screams into my face.

'Woah. Chill your grill. K, well I was about 5, my Dad made a runner, I have absolutely NO IDEA where. But we were living in California in like omigod the nicest beach house EVER!! Anyway, after 3 years of handling with my mum's depression, she couldn't take it anymore. We moved to Cheshire and started a whole new life, here. I say 'mum' instead of 'mom' cuz I guess that just caught on but other than that... I'm still American at heart!' I explain.

'May I point out that she also-' Ally starts before I cut her off.

'NO!' I scream, but then blush like mad.

'Your weird.' Zayn says. I stick my tongue out at him 'You can talk, quiff-boy.'

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'Ok ok ok! Now Alex's turn! You HAVE to do a British accent.' Louis laughs, turning his attention to me.

We'd been mucking around for the past couple of hours, playing dares, spin the bottle, never have I ever, and we were doing accents.

'Noooooooo!' I whine.

'No backsies.' Ally smirks.

I stick my tongue out at her.

'FINE! This is what y'all sound like.' I giggle, before clearing my throat, preparing.

'Oh what a spiffing day! We're off the meet the Queen. Jolly good show mummy! May I have a dash of tea? Pip pip da doodly doo!' I say, in an over excited accent.

'THAT WAS THE WORST ACCENT EVER!' Niall yells, splitting his sides in laughter.

'Like you would know ya Irish FREAK!' I chortle.

'Harry. Your go for American.' I squeal, turning round to Harry.

'Uh...' He starts.

'Don't start with me.' I waggle my finger. 'Now quit your yapping and do that accent!'

'This is what YOU sound like.' He laughs, 'Ew OMG Mom! It's a diaper. Like, totally gross.' He puts on an American teenage accent.

'I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT!' I scream, tackling his sides, tickling them mischievously.

'ALEX...STOP....BREATHING....IS.... HELPFUL....' He says between breaths, and I let him go.

'Haha! Gotcha!' He laughs, picking me up and flinging me over his shoulder in a fire- mans lift.

I bang on his back 'HAROLD. PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!' I scream.

'Whats the magic word?' He stops.

'PLEASE!'

'No. You have to say 'Harry is super sexy and Harry is always right. And I love Harry.'

'WHAT?! NO WAY!!'

'Well then...' He walks on, and starts jumping, causing me to bounce up and down.

'HARRY HARRRREEEEEYYYYY!!! OH WHAT THE FUCK! HARRY IS SUPER SEXY AND HARRY IS ALWAYS RIGHT AND I LOVE HARRY!' I yell.

He keeps his word, placing me down gently.

'IMMA GET YOU STYLES!' I scream, running after him. He runs into his bedroom and onto his bed. I pounce on him and start ruffling his curls. 'NO ALEX! NOT THE HAIR!' He yells.

I grin victoriously, and let my hands slip away.

'Point Alex.' I smirk, dropping off the bed, and walking away simply.

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FYI I'm not American. This fanfic isn't about me. But I'm picturing Alex as Selena Gomez. Ya know... Wizards of Waverly Place? Alex Russo? Yep. K. They need to bring back the old Disney!

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