Unexpected ~One direction Fanfiction

Chapter 23

I woke up to my phone violently buzzing. Bri.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked, stiffling a yawn.

"I need help."

"Okay? What's wrong?"

"I need to choose a mate."

"A what?"

"A mate, like, a boyfriend/husband."

"Why?"

"It's a requirement and it's good to choose a mate early. But I don't know how to ask him."

"Well, who is it?"

"Uhh..." She mumbled.

"Hmm?" I pressed.

"Za-Zayn."

A smile cracked my lips. "NO! WAY!" I squeeled.

"You're not mad?"

"No! Why would I be?"

"I just, nevermind. But I don't know how to ask him, let alone if he even wants to be with me."

"I bet he does! And all he can say is no, and even if that happens, you two are too close for anything bad to happen in your relationship. But, you better tell him soon, we leave for another city tonight. OH! Come to the concert tonight! And tell him then!"

"Charlie, I-"

"Nope! It's settled. I'll pick you up!" I chimed.

"So, what about you? Any mates in mind?"

"Well, I had no idea that a mate was a thing until just now, so no..."

"None of the boys come into mind?" She asked as I rolled out of bed and started pacing.

"Uhh, not at the moment."

"What do you think of the boys?"

"I mean, they're are so nice and funny."

"What don't you like about them?"

"You're just a gossiper aren't you?!" I teased.

"Spill, child!" She laughed. "Do your impressions of them."

"Nooo..."

"PLEASE?!" She begged. She repeated please over and over.

"Fine! Fine." I sighed and she squeeled. I made my voice low and started to speak slower. "Hi. I'm Harry Styles. I have wild, uncontrollable curls and strange four nipples. People like to call me cupcake and for some reason I speak strangly slow, unlike-" My phone was yanked from my hands and tossed aside. I turned around to see a smirking Harry. I yelped when he put his hand at my chest and pushed me to the wall.

"What were you saying?" He still had his hand against me.

"N-Nothing." I laughed.

"Something about my voice being slow... You know most girls say it's a turn on." He bragged.

"I never said it wasn't." I matched his smirk and glare. I put my hand at his sweatpant pocket and tugged at it. His eyes darted to my hand and I slipped from his grasp.

"Whoa, whoa." He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Don't whoa me, you hung up my call."

"The one where you were making fun of me." He spun me around and raised an eyebrow.

"Impersonating. You should be flattered."

"I'm flattered and..." He eyed me again. I impulsively licked my lips; the habit returning. "Ohhh..."

"No, no." I laughed and pushed him off.

"Yea, I know. But it was worth a shot... Who were you talking to?"

"Bri." I smiled.

"And..."

"She was talking about..."

"About?"

"Maurnogh..." I mumbled.

"W-what?" He laughed.

"M-Mates." I said shyly.

"Why were you talking about that? You're much to young, baby." He messed my hair up.

"Not about me! Her... She needed advice."

"Who does she have in mind?" He asked, pulling out his phone.

"Someone." I shrugged. "You'll find out. Soon. I promise."