Chapter 11 - Late night's.

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It was mid-day and me and Harry sat spraweled out on two seperate sofa's watching mindless movies. He was singing under his breath to 'Grease'. I smirked and watched him. He stared intently at the screen smilling as he sung, every note slipping out of his mouth in tune. Suddenly he turned to me, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"What are you looking at?" He asked nodding his head and stopping his beautiful singing. I looked away for a second then looked back at him, looking straight into his eyes.

"Just at you singing, you really love it, don't you?" I asked as he bit his lip and looked away at the Tv again avoiding the question, I just smirked at him knowing his answer was yes but knowing he never wanted to admit it. Grease ended as I stood up and saw hairspray on the floor.

"Can we watch this?!" I begged him as he narrowed his eyebrows 

"I've never seen it all the way through" Harry admitted shrugging as my jaw dropped. I practically sprinted over to the TV and quickly put the Dvd into the player. I jumping back onto the sofa, I heard Harry groan as the main menu music started to play, I hit him round the head making him chuckle as I pressed play.

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It was nearing the end of the film and I saw Harry was getting into it. I knew it, who couldn't love Hairspray. Apart from the incredible story line, Zac Efron was the kind of guy that you could look at all day. My hair was flicked over the arm of the chair as I sunk further into the seat, already wanting to dance along to the end song. The music started to play for 'You can't stop the beat' as I started to dance slightly in my seat, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Harry was too. I smiked as I jumped out of my seat.

"Cause you can't stop the beat" I sung as I started to dance, Harry bit his lip and jumped up soon after.

"Ever since this old world began, a woman found out is she shook it she could shake up a man, so I'm gonna shake and shimmy it the best I can today. CAUSE YOU CAN'T STOP THE BEAT!" We both sung soudly, dancing like a couple of idiots around the from for the entire song. I spun into Harry's arms, him catching me before I fell face first on the floor. We both laughed as I returned to my feet. Harry and I simultaniously fell onto the couch in an exhausted heap.

"You were right, Hairspray is amazing" Harry admitted chuckling.

"Told you! You had no idea what you were missing out on!" I said and we both laughed.

I dialled the number for the local domino's, Harry gave me a confused look pointing to the phone as I mouthed 'pizza' to him. he just smilled and jumped back on the sofa replaying the last scene.

 "Hello? Yes I'd like to order two Chicken Feast's with no mushrooms, a mighty meaty and a cheese and tomatoe, all large please and can we have two bottle of coke with that?" I ordered as I heard Harry laugh at the order.

"My name? Yes it is Ben Dover. No I am not joking. It's B.E.N   D.O.V.E.R! Yes. Thank you" I say and I hang up the phone. I look over and see him doubled over with laughter. I begin to laugh too. We laughed for such a long time that I was beginning to get a stitch.

"W-what? D-don't you l-l-like my name?" I say in fits of laughter.

"N-no, I love your n-name. Why so much pizza fatty?" Harry joked, wipping away the tears from his eyes. I rolled my eyes smiling.

"Because tonight we're having a slumber party, staying up late and talking about anything and everything and that'll take a while!" I told Harry who just smilled adoringly at the idea.

"And I'm hungry" I told him as an after thought. He laughed and rolled his eyes throwing a pillow at me. It hitting me straight in the face, making me flinch. I got up and walked over to him hitting him with my pillow, he curled up into a ball trying to sheild himself as we both burst out into laughter. I must be getting abs from this. I collapsed on the cold wooden floor finding a comfortable spot. I look up at Harry in admiration, this boy sitting next to me is my best friend. This boy can't be the same boy who hit me. It's just not the same Harry.

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