dating my enemy ; harry styles

Chapter 4

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· 4 ·

{ m i k a }

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. He covered my mouth so I won't shout but I still struggled to pry his hand off my mouth.

"Shut up Mika!" Harry whispered then he removed covering my mouth. "What if someone hear you?"

"Okay sorry but why are you here?" I whispered back to him.

"Don't you realize it's freezing cold in the sofa! You got my blanket." he whisper-shout.

"It's my blanket." I told him.

"Whatever." he said then I swiftly push him off the bed making a loud thump. He really is fat and heavy.

"What's that for?!" he shouted to me as he look up.

"If you dont want to sleep on the sofa, then sleep on the floor." I yawned, getting ready to sleep again. I don't care if he get sick or something. He didn't even speak though after I say that. So I decided to sleep again.

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I peeled my eyes open. The sun light from the huge hotel window shine on the floor of the hotel. This is just another normal sunny morning. Or maybe not because I'm on tour with the world's biggest boy band and I'm in the same room, sleeping with the guy I hate the most.

And speaking of the guy I hate the most, where's Harry? I looked down at the floor seeing Harry freezing, hugging himself. Poor Harry.

I went down to check him. I placed my hand on his forehead. He's boiling hot! I carried him on bed and it took me, just 30 minutes. Then I covered him with the blanket. Poor Harry.

He looked an angel when he's sleeping. Note the part, when he's sleeping. I touched his curls and pat his head. It's my fault that he's sick but he deserve that for sleeping on my bed. I'm just kidding. He's my best friend's bandmate. I still have the guts to care for him. His eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, innocently. Then he just nod and close his eyes again. If you're seeing me right now, I looked like his mom taking care of him but I'm too young-looking to look like a mom.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?" Harry suddenly shouted, making me jump because of shock.

"Taking care of you, duh?! You were freezing in the floor!" I shouted.

"You're a rapist!" he shouted back.

"What the fu-" I said. "I wasted 30 minutes of my life trying to carry you to the bed cause you were freezing!"

Then everything was silent. Neither of us speak. Awkward silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry." he said, being the first one to break the long silence.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too." I told him.

"Aaaw.. How sweet..." I hear someone said from the door. I take a look seeing Louis and Zayn peeking.

"I'm taking back what I said." I quickly told them.

"Okay. We dont care. We got a picture of you patting his head." they said in unison and then laugh and ran away.

"Stupid boys." I mumbled. "And I'm sorry I left you sleeping on the floor. You're stupid you didn't reutrn the sofa."

"It's your fault! You pushed me off the bed." he defended.

"If I were you I sleep in the sofa intstead." I said as I cross my arms and roll my eyes. "Pfft.."

I went to the laptop and opened my Facebook and Twitter. I decided to update my status and I tweet in Twitter. And I already have 1 000 000 followers. I guess it's part of being Harry's girlfriend and Niall's bestfriend. Tsss...

I started scrolling the tweets when I saw the picture that Louis and Zayn has taken. And they're trending #Mikarry ??!?! GROSS! What shocks me even more is when I saw Niall even tweeted...

@NiallOfficial Aww.. How Sweet..  #Mikarry

Then below is the picture. Gross.. I looked at the other tweets that say we're sweet abd some send me hate. I don't care. They're just jealous that I'm Harry's girlfriend. Stupid Haters.

"Ohh.. Mikarry? That's a nice name." I hear a familiar vocie behind my back. I turn around seeing Harry.

"You're disgusting Styles. It's not funny!" I told him, pouting my lips. His small laugh rang through my ears. By the way he sound, he was obviously sick. He don't laugh like that. He laugh like a retarted seal when he's normal. The door suddenly flew open revealing the rest of the boys.

"Umm, Harry, we had an interview, since your sick, you can't come and Mika's taking care of you." Niall told us as quickly as possible.

"WHAT!" I said in response.

"Consider it a blessing because if you come you need to kiss Harry." Louis said with a smirk.

"Bye!" they said at the same time and left .Then I look at Harry who had a naughty smirk plastered on his face.

"Now, you're taking care of me." Harry told me, still with that smirk on his face for the world to see.
 

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