My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

Your hand is on my bum.

Your hand is on my bum.

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Jasmine's P.O.V.

"Could you remove your hand from my bum, please?" I asked Harry.

"What?" he asked, looking at me like I was insane.

"Your hand..." I repeated. "It's on my bum." His eyes trailed downwards, and surely enough, he realised it was.

"Umm... sorry?" he apologised.

"It's okay?" I said to him, more in the form of a question than an answer.

"I'm not sure how that happened..." he mumbled sheepishly. I heard Louis chuckle.

"I'm beginning to get an idea." I growled. Liliana and Liam burst out laughing. "What did you do?"

"Not much..." Niall grinned.

"Why do I get the feeling that this has something to do with Twitter?" I guessed.

"Damn, you're good." Liam chuckled.

"Thank you, thank you." I said, bowing to the imaginary audience. Wait, what did they do? I reached for the nearest phone, which happened to be Harry's. "What's your password? I want to see what they've done."

"It's fine, I can unlock it." He said, reaching to take his phone back.

"Why?" I asked. I eyed the phone, wondering what he was trying to hide. I lit up the screen to reveal the screensaver, which was a picture of us that we had taken yesterday, in Nando's.

"It's Jasmine!" Louis exclaimed, peering over my shoulder.

"That's adorable!" Liliana wailed.

Harry groaned and buried his head in the pillow. I opened the Twitter app and laughed at a couple of silly pictures of Zayn. Then I went on to Harry's notifications, which were blowing up with #Jarry tweets. All of which also included Louis and me. I tapped on the original tweet, waiting for the picture attached to load. As soon as I saw it, I dropped the phone on to the bed. Harry sat up and picked up the phone, his eyes almost bulging out of his head when he saw the photo.

"Bugger." He muttered, but he suddenly had a change of heart and whispered, "You look cute when you're sleeping."

"With your hand on my bum?" I joked.

"You liked it." He retorted. I thwacked his forehead, then took his phone from him, to reply to Louis' tweet.

'@Harry_Styles: Hey @Louis_Tomlinson, it's Jaz here. I'm gonna kill you SO bad.'

Louis' phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket, to reply to my tweet.

'@Louis_Tomlinson: Bring it on, I have plenty to use against you Jaz ;D'

'@Harry_Styles: Like what?!'

'@Louis_Tomlinson: Let's just say that picture was rather PG compared to what I COULD'VE posted ;)'

"Louis!" I yelled.

"What?!" he yelled back.

"Don't put that on Twitter!" I exclaimed.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because my family could see it!" I replied.

"I think you should be more concerned about them seeing the photo that he already posted." Liam laughed.

"Don't remind me." I growled. "Can you all leave now? I wasn't done sleeping."

They all turned to leave. "Use protection!" someone yelled back.

"Maybe I want children!" I retorted.

As I climbed back under the covers, Harry asked, "So, you love me?"

"What?" I asked.

"You said... in your sleep." He grinned. Darn, I didn't realise that he'd heard me.

"I was half asleep." I replied.

"Jasmine, would you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

"No." I replied. Call me crazy...

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Oh, is Harry Styles not used to rejection?" I giggled.

"Well, why not?" he grumped.

"Harry, we met two days ago... we haven't even been out on a date!" I reasoned.

"Let's go on one then! Right now! Where do you want to go?" he asked excitedly.

"Meaning you haven't organised the date you're taking me on tomorrow?" I teased.

"Of course, I have..." he mumbled nervously. "But that doesn't mean we can't go out today too!"

"Yes, it does." I said, dragging myself out of bed.

"Why not?" he moaned.

"You have soundcheck in an hour for your concert tonight. Glad one of us remembered." I told him, winking.

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