She's Not Afraid

Why Them?

***Chapter 2***

"Aren't there supposed to be 5 of you?" I asked turning to face Harry and Louis. I had dealt with my temporary shock pretty well if you ask me. They both smiled at how I didn't freak out that they were famous.

"Liam is with Danielle somewhere, Zayn is probably watching a movie, and I'm actually kind of surprised Niall isn't in the kitchen. He is probably sleeping." Harry said simply. I nodded and the two lads gave me great smiles.

"Oh." I say. I had no idea they were gonna be here. This is a nightmare come to life. I hate this pop bubble gum boy band with a burning passion ok. "Thanks for telling me they're loving here, too." I say sarcastically as I roll my eyes and storm out of the room angrily. Them? Out of all people, why them?

I somehow found my way back to the entrance hall and made my way up the stairs. What did Harry say about the third door on the left? But which way do I go? Left or right? I decided to go left and knocked on the third door, seeing if anyone was behind it. I heard a groaning noise and assumed I had accidently woke someone up. The door opened and I found sleepy blue eyes staring at me. His blonde hair was messy and he didn't look very happy. When he saw that it wasn't one of the boys, he brightened up a bit.

"Hello," he said in a raspy morning voice. He cleared his throat and smiled at me. "I'm Niall. You must be Drew."

"Yeah, sorry about waking you up," I said. "Harry told me the third door on the left was mine, but he didn't say which direction."

He waved it off. "Oh, it's fine. I don't really care." He said giving me a smile.

"Ok, well, Erm...You can go back to sleep now..." I said awkwardly scratching behind my neck.

"Sounds good." He said closing his door. Right before it closed all the way, he opened it once more and spoke. "It was nice to meet you, Drew."

I smiled. "Nice to meet you, too." I said and walked in the other direction of the hallway. After the stair cases, I counted until I reached the third door and I opened it. My bags were sitting on the floor next to the beautiful bed. The duvet was dark brown with golden stripes and the walls were painted gold. There was a huge mirror along one wall, and next to it were two doors. I opened one to find a cute little bathroom. I opened the other to find a walk in closet. Across from my bed, mounted on the wall was a flat screen telly. Uncle Paul had out done himself. I instantly fell in love with this room.

I grabbed my suitcases and started unpacking my clothes into the closet. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door.

I turned about, finding Harry leaning against the door frame. "Hey." is all he said.

"Hey, I guess." I answer, standing up from my current on my knees, unfolding clothes that needed to be hung up.

"Erm, Are you ok? You seemed a little mad before." He said. It seemed weird having a conversation with him, being that I barely knew him.

I brushed it off easily. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Need some help there, love?" He asked, changing the subject.

"No, love, I think I've got it." I said mocking him. He gave me a smirk and I rolled my eyes. He walked over to my suitcase and started digging through it. I stared at him in shock. "Look, I don't know who you think you are..." I started. He chuckled loudly at me.

"I thought I was helping. no need to flip out at me. I can ask your uncle if he can find some anger management classes for you." He said trying to get on my nerves. The thing is, it was working.

"You thought you were helping, but you clearly aren't. I don't need some stuck-up cunt who's in some stupid boy band that I don't give two shits about helping me organize clothes." I said quietly. He froze and turned around to face me. He walked over in my direction until he was standing right in front of me. Considering he was a couple of inches taller than me, I had to look up at him. I stared at his green eyes as they stared back at me.

"That's not very nice, love." He said, putting emphasis on the last part.

"Who said I was nice?" I asked. It was true. I wasn't a very nice person. If you annoy me or get on my nerves, I will not be nice to you. If we are friends, then I will. Simple as that.

He gave me a smirk. "Good point. You're pretty mean...and, I just met you." He said, testing me.

"You're right, but I'm only mean to people I can't stand." I told him honestly. We were still face to face and I could feel his warm breath on my face when he spoke.

"You must really hate me then..." He said, slowly creeping a smirk onto his face.

"Yeah, I can't stand you. You're an egomaniac, not to mention, a flirt who probably hits on every whore that walks into the room." I told him. It was my turn to smile because of the look on his face when I said that.

"You barely know me, then. And by the way, I can't stand you either." He said.

"Then why are you here? In my room?" I asked him.

"I came to help you unpack. Orders from your Uncle." He said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. "That's bullshit." I said.

"Watch your mouth, love." He said, his grin growing impossibly larger.

I rolled my eyes again and gave a little laugh. "Like you haven't cussed before?"

"Maybe..." He said smiling. I felt his hands grab my waist and effortlessly pushing me up against the wall. My back hit the wall and I gave a small wince. He put his body impossibly close to mine, and it was a little too close for my liking. One of his hands went up against the wall above my shoulder, propping himself up. His body kept me pressed up against the wall.

"Do you mind?" I asked him. "I like my personal space."

"I like your personal space, too. You seem very reserved but pushy at the same time. Maybe that's why we already hate each other." He said giving me a smirk.

"I'm not pushy." I may be a lot of things, but pushy isn't one of them. "Get off of me, loser." I said and tried to push him away, but to no avail.

"Oh, so you wanna play that game?" he asked giving me a glare.

"WHAT GAME?" I cry out. "Are you just making this up as you go because you really need some new comebacks. I roll my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest, separating us a little bit.

"I need new comebacks?" He asked sarcatically. He was really getting on my nerves. "As if."

"Oh ho, good one. Not like I haven't heard that one five hundred times before." I retaliate, glaring a him.

He returns my intimidating stare. "Do you wanna kiss me as much as I wanna kiss you?" He asks angrily and I gape at him.

I give him a stare if disgust. "Weirdo." I say pushing him off of me and giving me enough time to run away from him.

Mark my words: Never in a million years will I ever kiss Harry.

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