Kryptonite (A Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Any guy is going to want her-Chapter 20

*May’s POV*

“ONE WAY OR ANTOHER, I’M GONNA WIN YA, I’M GONNA GETCHA GETHCA GETCHA.”

The boys and I all sing at the top of our lungs while in the tour bus, their new song had just come out and we were all super excited. Today we were driving to the KCA’s (I know the boys weren’t there but hey roll with it xD) I was super excited. The KCA’s were huge, I used to watch them as a kid all the time…okay and maybe as a teenager also.

As the song came to an end we all laughed and smiled at each other, now that Harry was out of the hospital and healed we all were so happy. I almost lost my bestfriend that day, it’s made me realize just how special Haz is to me, which is also why Harry and I have been inseparable for the past few days. The thought of not having him in my life, makes me want to never leave his side…

“So Hazza, tell us. Now that’s Taylor’s gone, who ya got your eyes on?” Niall asks wiggle his eyes at the curly haired lad.

Harry shrugs, “Eh, no one at the moment.”

I gasp, putting my hand to my heart dramatically. “The famous and flirty Harry Styles doesn’t fancy a girl right now? Shocking really.” I put on my best British accent, making the boys all laugh, Zayn almost falling off the couch.

He smirks, “Yup.” Harry says in an American accent, which wasn’t that bad.

“AND MY SCARS REMIND ME THAT THE PAST IS REAL, I TEARS MYSELF OPEN JUST TO FEEL-“

I snatch up my blaring phone and answer it, “Ollo?”

“Hi, May it’s Paul.”

“Hey Paul what’s up?”

“Well me and the rest of security is already here and since this is a kids awards show I was thinking maybe you’d like to sit this one out.”

I frown, “So I have to stay at the bus? I mean come on Paul those kids can get rough they might-“

Paul chuckles, cutting me off. “No no, I meant take the night off and go with them to the award, as in sitting with them in the seats.”

I grin, “Yes! That sounds awesome, but are you sure you won’t need me?”

“I’m sure, have fun May.”

With that he hangs up the phone, Paul wasn’t one to talk much. I jump up off the couch, wacking Louis in the face as I do and grinning. “Guess what, pop stars!”

They all chuckle, mumbling what. “I’m going to be attending the KCA’s with you guys. Paul gave me the night off.”

They all throw their arms up, ‘wooing’. I smirk, “Zayn, think you can help me out of an outfit?”

He grins, “I’d be honored. We will blow all of these fools away.”

“Planning on it.” I knew Louis had more fashion sense then Zayn but Louis would fool around too much. This was serous business. So Zayn came in second.

“One hour till arrival boys!” the bus driving yells behind his red curtain.

I clear my throat loudly, “Oh and May!” he finishes.

 I smile, “So who’s up for a little thumb wrestling to pass the time?”

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Twenty-five thumb wrestling matches later, we finally arrived. Zayn and I grabbed our phones wallet/purse and ran out the door of the tour bus. Leaving the other boys behind, we only had about forty-five minutes to find an amazing outfit. Not enough time.