My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

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Jasmine's P.O.V.

"Are you ready yet?" Harry called to me.

"Yeah, one second!" I replied, clipping my bum-bag around my waist. I walked out of the wardrobe and asked, "Now why did you tell me to dress like I was going to a festival? Where are we going?"

"Oh, I just wanted to see how you'd look." He told me. "And you look good."

I was wearing a white crop top with a grungy plaid shirt over it, a pair of high waisted denim shorts, with a bikini underneath and a pair of beaten up black converse. "You don't look too bad yourself." I replied. He wore a pair of wayfarers and a beanie, with black shorts, a white baggy t-shirt and a pair of low-top converse.

"Well, come on! Let's go!" he exclaimed, pulling me out of the bedroom.

"Where is everybody?" I asked, looking around.

"Not sure. Maybe they went swimming?" he replied.

"I'm not sure that the pool will be clear of icing sugar just yet." I laughed. "I'm sure the manager knows it was us..."

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"Where are we going? Are we there yet?" I whined, bombarding Harry with inane questions. "Where are we? I need to know!"

"Jasmine." He groaned exasperatedly.

"Yes?" I asked, sending him a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Please, be patient." He said.

"Fine." I sighed.

*5 minutes later...*

"Are we-" I began to ask.

"Don't even go there." He interrupted knowingly.

"Hmph." I grunted.

1 hour later...

"Are we there n-" I mumbled.

"Jasmine." He grunted.

"But it's taking forever!" I moaned.

"We're here!" he exclaimed frustratedly. I realised that the car had stopped while I was busy complaining.

"Oh, goody!" I squealed as I scrambled out of the car. "Where exactly is here?"

I looked around, to see a long stretch of open land and not much else. "Come here." He beckoned. I obeyed and walked over to him. He pulled out a bandana and tied it around my head, covering my eyes.

"So, either you are being far too forward, or I just walked willingly into a kidnapping." I joked. He guided me as we walked downhill for what seemed like ten minutes. He stopped and held me by my shoulders, before removing my blindfold.

"Are you ready?" he asked me.

"Yes! Let me see!" I squealed, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Alright!" he chuckled, throwing his hands in the air, as an act of surrender. I quickly spun around to see tents. A lot of tents.

"Surprise!" people yelled, jumping out from behind the tents.

"I'm gonna kill you." I told him.

"Happy... camping party?" Louis shouted, running up to me and engulfing me in a hug.

"Thanks, I guess." I mumbled, shooting Harry a look.

"What's going on?" Louis asked, looking back and forth from Harry and me.

"Jasmine may have already told me not to do this." Harry said as he scratched the back of his head.

"Well, I think I hear Niall calling my name!" Louis said, squinting into the distance.

"I didn't hear anything." Harry said, trying to get Louis to stay. Perhaps to moderate.

"Bye!" he said, jogging away.

"Jasmine?" Harry asked, dragging out the two syllables as long as he could.

"What?" I snapped.

"Would you like to put your playlist over the speakers?" he asked, sucking up to me.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." I told him. "People my age don't tend to enjoy the same music I do."

"Come on, you know you want to." He enticed. "It is your party, after all."

He held his hand out to me, to help me up on to the stage. "Fine." I grumped, ignoring the hand he held out. I jumped on stage, where there were various microphones and amps strewn across. I made my way over to the audio interface and plugged my phone in via an aux cable. I was about to start the playlist, but decided to make a small announcement first. I tapped the head of one of the microphones, to get everyone's attention.

"Hi everyone! I want to thank you all for coming today. It's so great to see so many faces that I didn't think I would see again after graduation, and so nice of you all to come this far for a party." I said. "Although, I imagine that I'm probably not the only reason you're here. Because why wouldn't you come to a party hosted by One Direction? I'm sure that the condition of your invites were that you behave, but, on the count of three, all you Directioners may fangirl." I began counting down, as I walked back over to my phone. As I reached 0, there was a tremendous uproar of screams. I quickly hit play, and Biffy Clyro drowned the noise out. I stepped offstage, laughing to myself.

"Come on!" Harry yelled, dragging me away from the crowd amassed by the stage.

"You do realise that you aren't forgiven." I told him.

"I know." He replied, as he continued dragging me. We stopped in front of something I never imagined that I would see in person. It was the complete set of the Live While we're Young music video.

"Never mind, you're forgiven." I told him.

"Really?" he asked, surprised. I looked around – it was all here. The giant paddling pool, the campfire (not yet alight), with log benches around it, all of it!

"Come on! I'm going for a dip!" I told him, stripping down to my bikini. Soon after, others had joined us in the pool, splashing around. I was lifted into the air and immediately recognised that it was Harry, from the smell of his cologne. I threw my body back, knocking us both over, crashing to the bottom of the pool. Luckily, I managed to mostly stay above the water's surface level. Harry, however, wasn't so lucky and his entire body was submerged underwater. He came back up coughing and spluttering. "Your hair is so flat!" I laughed, pointing at the mass of hair that was now covering most of his face.

"Well, the joke is on you!" he said as he shook his hair over me.

"Confound you and your height!" I cursed, trying to use my arms as a shield.

"Who knew you had such a wide vocabulary?" Harry chuckled.

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