She's Not Afraid

Flirting and Promises

***Chapter 4***

Harry's POV

As I scroll through my mentions on Twitter from fans, one catches my eye. I quickly click on it and read the tweet out loud to Louis, Zayn and Liam. Louis sat next to me flipping through the channels on the telly, Zayn was attempting to fall asleep and Liam was furiously typing away on his iPhone.

"I love Harry Styles so much. He is my life. Marry Me?" I say aloud in a failed attempt at a teenage girl voice. Zayn just shifted slightly and mumbled something about Perrie while Liam raised an eyebrow at me from behind his phone.

"Self-centered much?" Louis asks, teasing me.

"It's a tweet from a fan." I tell him.

"Not just any fan..." Liam mutters and I raise an eyebrow at him. I look at the tweet once more and find nothing unordinary about it. I read the username and sort of did a double take. Drew A McCarthy. I felt like should know that name.

My scrolling through twitter was interrupted by Niall running into the living room and jumping onto the couch between Louis and I.

"YOU MORON, GIVE IT BACK!" I hear a voice shout. Drew runs into the room, diving on top of Niall and trying to pry whatever was in his hand away from him. Louis, Zayn, Liam and I all sat there dumbfounded. When she had finally succeeded from taking whatever Niall had from him, she ran to the other side of the room. At last, I realized he had taken her iPhone.

Niall sat up on the sofa and turned his attention to the telly, as if nothing had just happened. Louis cleared his throat at Niall but he didn't seem to notice, so Louis switched the telly off.

"Hey!" Niall said. "I was watching Sponge Bob!" Honestly, Niall is so dumb sometimes. I flicked him in the back of the head. "Ow," He said looking at me. "What was that for?"

"Uhm, we all kind of want to know what just happened." I told him speaking for the 4 of us, even though Zayn was probably asleep again.

Drew let out a big sigh and looked at me with her bright blue eyes. "This loser over here took my phone twice already this morning. He does this thing where he hacks into my twitter and posts stupid and false things that I would never tweet." She said, rolling her eyes at the blonde Irish boy.

Suddenly, I know who wants to marry me. "I love Harry Styles so much. He is my life. Marry me?" I repeat. "Does that ring a bell?" I ask Drew, standing up and walking over to her, smirk creeping onto my face. She did a facepalm and looked at me standing right in front of her.

She stared into my eyes with her attention captivating green ones. My eyes flickered to her lips, then back up her eyes, my smirk growing bigger. She broke my eye contact, looking down at her feet. Was she blushing? No. Drew doesn't blush.

"It was all that moron..." she said as she walked past me, taking a seat beside Louis. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast.

***Drew's POV***

As I slump down on the couch beside Louis, I hear Liam say something about big plans for the next week. I raised my eyebrow at him, but waved it off. I was most likely to hear about it soon enough. I rub my eyes, just now realizing how actually early it was for me to wake up. I don't usually wake up at 8, but today I did considering where I slept. Knowing that I couldn't get any sleep now whatsoever, I decided to go call my mum. I excused myself before heading up the stairs and dialing her number in once I had reached my room. She answered after two rings and we started up a friendly conversation. Little did I know that I would end up furious by the end of that call.

***One week later***

As I try to wake up, I only slump my heads back onto the pillow. I still had to pack and we were leaving this afternoon. We were only going to be there for a week, but I wanted to pack extra clothes just in case. Today we are headed off to a beach house in the states, Malibu, I think it's called. And by we, I mean Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall, Harry, and I. Meeting us there was Eleanor and Danielle. Perrie was too busy, but she was so upset that she couldn't make it. Believe me, When I found out that Eleanor and Danielle were coming, I was so thankful. Even though I haven't met them yet, I can tell they will help me through this holiday. Living for only a week with these boys was enough to last a life time.

Uncle Paul wasn't coming because there was some big family emergency on the other side of his family that I wasn't related to. Speaking of family, in the past week, my mum has moved to Michigan in the states. She had been relocated by her career. Unfortunately, I wouldn't get to visit her in her new home. As for my new home, I had the option of living with her in the states or living with Uncle Paul. At the moment, I wasn't quite sure. I made a pact with myself to decide by the end of the summer.

What a week that had been. I mean, so many important things happened. I've only been here or seven days and I'm already sick of the constant...flirting. Harry will not stop. He will keep it up until I finally break down. Can't he get the message? I don't like him, for crying out loud! Unfortunately, I had a feeling that Niall's teasing me, didn't help the situation. I hated how every time he was around he couldn't keep his hands off. No touching the merchandise, thank you very much.

I rubbed my eyes before heading to my bathroom. I quickly stripped off and hopped in the shower. After I had rinsed off and slipped on a simple denim button up top with gray and blue Aztec leggings, I slipped on my gray beanie with my green leather Steve Madden boots to match my leggings. I packed up my toiletries in a bag. Now was the time to face the true reality of actually packing my clothes.

I finished packing just in time. I found myself running down the stair case, my suitcase being dragged along behind me. I hopped into my uncles van that would take the 6 of us to the airport. We were flying on their private jet. Honestly, I get kind of sick of planes. I don't get sick on them just I don't enjoy being that high in the air.

The car ride was quiet, except for the faint sound of music in the background. The only other sound was the snore of a sleeping Zayn. We arrived at the airport in no time, and quickly boarded our private jet. Zayn was as grumpy as ever, but he quickly fell back asleep. Niall minded his own business, just popping in his headphones and listening to his own music. Liam played with his twitter and Louis watched a movie and texted Eleanor. I sat down at a table and just stared out the window, in hopes of finding sleep.

As I was just about to fall asleep, I was interrupted by someone sitting across from me at my little table. I opened up my eyes to find Harry staring at me with a smile on his face. This smile wasn't a creepy one he usually wears when he talks to me and tries to be seductive. This smile was genuine and nice. I resisted a strange urge to smile back because reality was he wasn't annoying me right now. I didn't though. I kept a straight face.

"What do you want?" I asked a little too harshly. His face remained in that dimpled smile.

"Why do you hate me?" He asked catching me a little off guard. I stared at him in shock. Could he be more blunt?

"I don't hate you specifically. I hate your snobby, pop star, bubble gum, boyband that no one shuts up about. Not to mention how annoying it is that you can't just leave me alone." I explain.

"Why?" He said looking around at his band mates. I don't think any of them could hear us considering Louis and Niall both had their headphones in and Zayn and Liam were fast asleep.

"Seriously?" I asked him but he just shrugged. I rolled my eyes at his ridiculousness. "Your songs are obviously all auto tuned and you have an ego the size of texas. You think you can get any girl with those dimples of yours. Sorry to break it to you, but this is one girl you can't win over." I told him honestly.

"Ok, ok, I'll stop. Under one condition." He said. I looked at him, wondering what this possibly could be. "You have to go on a date with me. Just one date."

I didn't want to go on a date at all. I had to go out with him sooner or later because he would never shut up about it. Frankly, I preferred later. "Fine. When we get back from Malibu. Under one condition." I said, mocking him. He shrugged. "You don't flirt with me this whole trip."

"Fine." He huffed. "I promise if you promise."

"I promise." I exaggerate. Honestly, I hate promises. None if them ever stay. Someone eventually ends up breaking it. I don't care, though. No flirting for a whole week? This vacation was looking rather good for me.

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Hey Cupcakes! I am so excited to Write the nest couple of chapters. I hope this chapter didn't move too fast, That's always my biggest fear. If my story moves too fast, it won't make any sense. So please tel me if this chapter was too much. Ok, thanks :) By the way, please:

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