Rule Number One

Chapter Ten- Truth Or Dare

Hey y'all so I'm thinking about posting a different story on this account besides this one but I'm not sure. I'm going to continue with this one but I just want to know if any of you guys would read it? Also I wanna hear y'alls input or if anyone is even readin this. Thanks:)

Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing. 

~Friedrich Schiller

Brooklyns POV-

Ugh this Brooklyn b**** needs to back off my man.

Harry seems different ever since he met Brooklyn. In a good way.... I think.

Guys I ship Barry so hard it's not even funny.

Brooklyn is a wh**e. She needs get away from Harry.

Harry's interview is coming up tomorrow... I wonder what he's going to say about Brooklyn.

I looked through the feed on twitter and sighed. It had almost been a month since I had first ran into Harry and the fans where still going crazy over us. Why couldn't people just realize were just friends? I mean I knew that we hung out a lot, but it's not like we were kissing or anything. Except for that one time.... but no one saw that.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room playing on my phone while Lily cooked lunch. She had found this new recipe online that she had apparently been dying to try so I let her cook for me. She's actually a pretty decent cook. I mean it was nothing compared to Harry's cooking, but that's besides the point.

A couple of days before that Harry had invited me over and had cooked for me. It had been really sweet and of course made my crush on him even harder to get rid of. Every single damn time I try to get over him, he does something else to make me want him even more.

"Hey Brooklyn do you know where the measuring cup is?" Lily asked.

I looked up from my phone, "Umm yeah I think it's in the botomn cabinet next to the fridge."

"Thanks girl," She responded as she opened the cabinet. She took the measuring cup out and begins to poor cooking oil in the plastic cup, "Are you texting your british hottie?"

I rolled my eyes and got up from the couch. "No, I'm on twitter. But speaking of that certain british hottie, have you seen all the twitter comments about Harry and I's supposed 'relationship'?"

Lily turned around to face me, "Hun, even Harry's fans can tell you guys like each other. Why can't you guys just admit it to each other?"

I ignored her comment, "Do you need any help with the cooking?"

She signed and looked down and the peice of paper sitting on the counter next to the stove, "Ummm yeah can you cut up the onions? I'm making this really good mediteranian pasta dish."

I walked over to the onions and pick up the knife. I began to slice them and eventually I start to cry from cutting, "Ugh these onions are making me cry."

She smiled, "Put a spoon upside down in your mouth. I don't know why but it helps."

I laughed and turned around, "That's a joke right?"

"No I'm being serious it really does help!" She responded as she put the pasta into the bowl to boil.

I eyed her suspiciously and took a spoon out of the drawer and placed it into my mouth. I turned back to the onions and began to cut them again. "It actually works!" I exclaimed with the spoon still in my mouth.

"I told you!" She pointed out.

I laughed, "Maybe I should listen to you more often."

She turned to face me, "Okay since you want to listen to my advice.... how about you tell Harry you like him."