Sparks Fly (A One Direction Fanfic)

The Pre-Party

Erin’s POV:

I hate Thursdays. I hate everything about them. I hate the feeling you get when you wake up on Thursday, I hate the look of everything on a Thursday, but most of all, I hate the word Thursday. It’s just one of my many pet peeves.

As I unwillingly sat up, I checked my alarm clock. 1: 56 pm. I had literally been out all night, and I was beyond tired.  I shut my eyes tight and groaned as I pulled myself up from the warmth of my favorite blanket. I yawned and stretched slowly, facing my bed. I looked down at the duvet and thought,

“Ugh… Someone’s going to have to make the bed.” Then I laughed to myself and thought, “Eff that.”

I left the blanket on the bed, still facing my bed. I turned around, still tired, and looked down at Sofia’s bed.

I screamed at the sight of a man lying there instead of my best friend. My scream awakened him, and he slowly got up, but before he could lift himself up, I grabbed my purple pillow from my bed and hit him over the head with it dozens of times.

In between hits, I heard him yell,

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.”

I heard a shuffling behind me, and turned to see Sofia standing there, wearing just a long T-shirt, with a horrified look on her face.

“ERIN!” she screamed, running over to her bed quickly and blocking the multiple hits. “What the fuck are you doing to Harry?”

I quickly stopped and said,

“Harry? As in Styles?”

“Yes, as in YOU IDIOT!” she yelled and helped him up. When she realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes, she hurriedly covered him back up in her blanket and sat there next to him. Sofia suddenly started giggling, and Harry joined in.

“What.” I said hesitantly. They continue to laugh. “WHAT…” I said louder. They looked at each other and giggled harder.

“OH GOD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL, WHAT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY.”I finally screamed, slapping my hands against my thighs in anger, when I noticed my hands touched skin, not pants. I ran to look in the body mirror on the other side of the room that stood by Allie’s bed, to see my pants pulled all the way up, right underneath my boobs. I shrieked and pulled my pants down to the normal length. My thick, wavy blonde hair was up in a messy ballerina bun, and my T-shirt was crooked on my body.

“Dear Jesus.” I said as I walked back over to Harry and Sofia, who were still laughing. “It looks like I was the one who had sex instead of you two!” I joked, putting emphasis on ‘I’.

They immediately stopped laughing and looked at each other.

“Guys. It’s not that hard to tell. Get over it.” I said, smirking. I walked out of my shared bedroom and into the dorm room living room/kitchen. I started fixing myself a bowl of Weetabix, when I heard a murmur coming from my bedroom. I slowly tiptoed over to the door and peeped in to see Sofia sitting with her legs on Harry’s thighs, and she looked stressed and upset. I could only make out a couple words, like,

“I don’t know if… I mean she might get up-… forget it. I’ll just…”

I backed away from the door confused, but I brushed it off. Harry could handle it, and tonight, we were supposed to go to Zayn’s house with Madi and the rest of them. I was actually really excited. I mean, I this was my chance to show off to Niall! I knew he was going to like me a lot more after this, I mean, who wouldn’t? I have it all planned out.

As soon as I got back into the kitchen, Kaila and Allie walked through the door laughing. They were both carrying Starbucks coffees, and Macy’s bags. Kaila’s long, blonde hair was in a messy bun, and she wore white jeans, black Uggs, a large black coat, and a black leather bag from Saks. Allie’s dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing black leggings, an oversized sweatshirt, brown leather boots, and a small Michael Kors purse. They usually wore stuff like this, and you could really tell their attitudes by what they wore on what day. I don’t know. They were weird like that. They just met this year, but Allie and Kaila were already best friends. They did everything together.