They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 30

Chapter 30 (Hazel's P.O.V)

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I'm starting to freak out because literally I cannot find any of the boys- besides Harry since I know he's in the crazy girls room-and it's freaking me out! I stood up to search upstairs once more but Allison stood in my way. "My parents are going on a date tonight so you will be taking care of me and my friends at my sleepover."

"I never agreed to that." My voice rose in disbelief. Allison sat down on the cream colored couch and crossed her pale legs. "Yeah, well, I don't care. Just tell my parents you'll be 'baby sitting' us. Understand?"

"I guess." I lightly shrugged my shoulders. Allison rose from the couch with her grin showing off her pearly white teeth. "Great. Now go order three boxes of cheese pizzas quickly. My friends are getting here in half an hour." Allison gave me a quick smirk before leaving the living room like a superstar walking down the red carpet. All I could think of right now was ways to escape instead of those pizzas she wanted me to order. Like I'd do that anyways, I'm not her slave.

"Hazel!" Harry suddenly wrapped his shaking arms around me. "What's wrong?" I asked, looking straight into Harry's green eyes. He took in a deep breath before saying: "We've got to get out of here! Stephanie is insane!" My concerned face changed into a what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about kind of face.

"It's true!" Harry shook my body as if it was going to make me change my prospective on that. "You know what she told me? She told me, 'You will soon be mine Harry Styles. And you can't do anything to stop me." Is he seriously thinking I'm going to believe that? Okay I do know that this house is psycho but besides the little kids and Stephanie. I mean she looks like a regular teen that enjoys being around other people and you know, nature. "Harry, I think you need a nap. Actually, no, you're going to help me babysit a sleepover-" Before I could even finish my sentence, Harry turned around to leave. "Harry!" I grabbed onto his wrist.

"I don't want to." He groaned like a five year old boy who is asked to clean his toys by his mom. "C'mon, it's not like they're gonna pay attention to us anyways." Harry sighed in defeat. "Fine, but you owe me." I smiled and picked up the phone from the coffee table to order the greasy pizzas Allison wants but then I realized, I have no idea where the hell I am.

"Allison!" I called out.

"What?" She popped her head out of the kitchen door.

"How am I going to order pizzas if I don't even know the address?" She groaned and snatched the phone from my hands. "I guess I'll do it, but since I am, you have to pay for it. Hand me the money." I reached into my front jeans pocket to try to find some money but all I pulled out was lint. I turned to Harry with an innocent smile. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a wrinkle free twenty dollar bill from it. Just like she did with the phone, she snatched the money from Harry's hand and, with a hair sassy hair flip, walked back into the kitchen.

Harry pulled me closer to him and very quietly whispered, "And I thought Stephanie was the devil."

Exactly half an hour later, the door bell rang and 4 little girls each carrying backpacks and sleeping bags walked through the door. They all greeted Allison with a hug. In the dinning room, the girls took their seats at the table and waited for Harry and I to serve them instead of actually serving themselves. Being nice people, Harry and I placed a paper plate and cup in front of each girl. While Harry poured the orange soda into their cups, I placed the pizza boxes in the center of the table. They opened the pizza box and grabbed the greasy pizza slices as if they haven't eaten in years. "Calm down girls, there's plenty of pizza for everyone." I said. 

"Shut up." Allison looked up at me in disgust as she stuffed a slice into her tiny blabbering mouth. Harry snickered so I slapped the back of his head. As soon as Allison took her last bite of pizza, they all shouted that they wanted to do makeovers. They all ran to Allison's room while Harry and I slowly dragged ourselves up the stairs. "I want to put makeup on him!" The little red head's face brightened up. "Oh," Harry nervously rubbed the back of his head. "I can't."

"You liar! You wear makeup all the time for photo shoots! I've seen videos." The red head said. Harry looked at me for help but all I did was push him towards the miniature girl. "Go on Harry." He glared at me as he plopped his butt onto the small flower pink chair. Allison reached her arms under her the bed and suddenly pulled out dozens of bags full of makeup and hair products that I hadn't even known existed. So now should I feel bad for Harry?

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Well I'm stopping right there.I'm going to my aunts house for the whole day so I won't have time to write the rest.Sorreeehhh