Mr. X |harry styles| ON HOLD

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"-so after I managed to shake the car, I went home and told my mom I was moving out. She was really upset, but I left anyway, so she would be safer. We can't stay in town much longer, we need to get going."

"Our plane leaves tomorrow at 6AM," Harry says. We had called him and Emily out of the room before Shane had told his story. "Do you think we can stay until then?"

"Yes, but no leaving this room. We need to stay in here, none of us can be recognized," Shane answers.

"Well, we have until like one in the morning until we have to leave here. You said it takes four hours to get to Chicago from here right?" Niall clarifies.

"Yeah, when there's traffic, I don't want to take any chances," I reply, fiddling with the small, black phone in my hands.

"It's only seven, what are we going to do until then?" Emily asks.

"Order pizza and talk? Us four don't know you three too well," Liam suggests, Louis nodding in agreement.

"Sounds great," I reply, going to the hotel phone and dialing the number to the local pizza place.

*~*~*

We sit around the room, a plate of pizza in our hands as each of us asks a question for the whole group to answer. Emily was just about finished telling the story of her first kiss. "-so yeah, we were on the beach, and basically it was like kissing a dog's dish, it was wet and gross." She shudders as she remembers the gross memory.

"I can't believe you dated him," I say, laughing before taking another piece of my pizza.

"He doesn't sound like a very pleasant guy," Niall agrees from next to me.

"I'm happy I don't kiss like a dog's water bowl," Harry says from his spot between Shane and Emily.

"None of us know that, Harry," Emily says, nudging his shoulder and giggling.

"I'll have to demonstrate some time," Harry replies smoothly, winking at Emily.

Her cheeks turn bright red and she looks away. "How about you, Alex?" she says, wanting to get the focus off her.

"Right, so I was like twelve," I begin. "And I went to the roller rink with this guy who is two years younger than me, because I didn't really hang out with people my age, and he kissed me there. I didn't ask for it, it kinda just happened, and yeah. I don't have some funny story like Emily," I say, taking a piece of pizza from Niall's plate.

"Hey! You have a piece right there!" Niall says, pointing to the piece on my plate.

"Yeah, but you had the last piece of the green pepper and mushroom pizza!" I argue back.

"Then can I have the piece of cheese on your plate?" he asks.