Celebrity Bachelor (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

I know, I know. I am possibly the meanest person in the entire world for keeping you waiting for so long. I AM SO SORRY! I’ve just been really busy, but I’m back and ready to write :D

So the second I got home I read every single one of your comments and…YOU GUYS MAKE ME SMILE :D like, a lot. You plant this massive smile onto my face.

I know you guys have these insanely creative minds, so if you have any ideas for the story, don’t hesitate to send me a message or just tell me in a comment. Thanks Popsicles, enjoy the chapter J xx

 

Chapter 11:

 

I dumped the basket full of dirty clothes on the counter. Seeing as I wouldn’t be joining Liam on his group date, I decided to drown my sorrows in the washing. Some girls eat chocolate, some girls dive into their work. I clean. I clean like I have OCD or something.

“Hey hey.” Emma popped her head into the room, “Need some help?”

“Nope.” I said as I started separating the whites from the colours.

Emma frowned, “Well I’m bored.”

I rolled my eyes, “Where’s Ashley?”

“Curling her hair. I got bored watching so I decided to help you wash your clothes.”

“Yeah, that girl spends way too much time on her hair.”

Emma laughed, “Indeed she does.”

“Can’t you go watch TV or something?”

She frowned, her dark green eyes studying me as I continued to separate my clothes, “I don’t want to. Hey , those are pretty shorts.”

I lifted the pair of high-waisted denim shorts, “I wore them yesterday, when the boys came over.”

She nodded, “Would you mind if I borrowed them sometime?”

“As long as you promise not to mess on them or anything.”

“Me? I never mess.” Emma exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes, “You mess everything. Absolutely everything.”

“Nu-uh! Sometimes I just spill so…Hey what’s that?” She nodded towards the piece of paper that fluttered out of the pocket of my shorts.

I bent down and picked up the crumpled note. Wary of the cameras, I unfolded the paper.

Don’t get mad, Winter, but I shoved this into your pocket after forcing you to hug me. I want to talk to you soon, but if I knew if I asked for your digits, you would have laughed in my face. Here’s my number, I hope you use it. 0836286387 – The sexy one with the curly hair ;)

 

I shook my head, “Unbelievable.”

“Who’s it from?” Emma  peered over at the note.

“Harry.” I mumbled. I Watched as the camera men gave each other n ‘oh shit’ look before turning back to film us. It’s against the rules to have any contact with the boys. They made that perfectly clear from the start.

Emma’s eyes widened, “What does it say?”

“Uh, just that I should…remember to…be nice…because I’m always mean.” I lied.

“Oh,” Emma nodded, “Okay, I guess I’ll leave you to do the washing….Bye.”

“See you later.” I smiled as she left. Finally, I can be alone. Well, not really, considering the fact that there are still three cameras invading my personal bubble.

I glanced over at the note again. No way in heck was I going to call him or text him, or prank him. Gosh, if only that was Liam’s umber, I would have texted him without hesitation. Okay, I would have waited for his date to finish, then I would have called him.

But that wasn’t the case. That wasn’t Liam Payne’s number; the one guy in that house I actually seemed to like. Nope, that was Harry Styles’ number; the curly haired ass who couldn’t leave me alone for like, 5 seconds.

I shoved the note into my black jean’s pocket, knowing I should have been good girl and thrown it away. But hey, I might have been able to contact Liam through Harry.

Oh My God. I thought as a light bulb went off in my head. Summer, you idiot!

 

Surely Liam knew Harry had a slight…obsession with me? Well he sure as heck knew I hated Harry’s guts. Wait, that’s a bit rude. He knew that I strongly disliked Harry. Much better. Anyways, so if I acted like I liked Harry, wouldn’t Liam get jealous? I mean, he was obviously flirting with me I the kitchen yesterday. So maybe if I just pretended to like Harry, Liam would notice and BINGO! I got my guy.

A smirk sneaked onto my face, “This is going to be fun.”

Sorry about the short chapter, I’ll try to update as soon as I can J xxx