16. All You Need is a Little Silver Dress
Harry’s POV
“And in breaking news, the nation’s newest hero, Ava Price, appears to be engaged in a savage war with UK boy band sensation Harry Styles—
...A savage pen war, that is!”
I smirked at the screen as I watched ‘TV Ava’ launch herself at me with a pink sharpie, narrowly missing, as I dodged backwards.
Niall let out a burst of laugher on the couch next to me, as she lunged again, successfully this time— slashing a sausage shaped line onto my right cheek.
I watched the TV, as she stood doubled over with laughter, the crowd going nuts behind her. She was still laughing as she leaned in and whispered something in my ear.
Niall looked amused. “What did she say?”
I didn’t reply, but we both watched the screen as my eyes widened, before I let Ava reach up and add wings to the drawing on my cheek, turning it into a butterfly.
“She was pissing herself because she said the line on my cheek looked like a penis. So I let her draw a butterfly on my face.”
Both Niall and Zayn roared with laughter.
I shook my head, but couldn’t help chuckling with them. The camera shot panned over the sea of girls, all cheering like mad as I gave them a good view of my face. Ava stood next to me, still giggling with a hand clasped over her mouth.
Louis lay slumped on the couch nearby, probably scrolling through his twitter feed. He glanced up at me and whistled. “Mate, the twittersphere is buzzing with tweets about you and Ava.”
The smile on my face vanished.
Me and Ava?
I frowned. This was not good. Ava could barely handle the crowds as it was, the last thing we needed was a flood of angry fans.
Plus, management was set on me staying single for our image. It was part of the reason I had so many one night stands. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to get involved with anyone, but what could I say? The nights got lonely.
“What are they saying?” I turned off the TV.
Louis squinted as he read another tweet. “Most of them like her.” He snickered. “They’re already calling you ‘Hava’.”
My heart jack hammered in my chest. “How bad is it?”
That didn’t need further explanation. Every time any one of us got within spitting distance of a girl, she was flooded with hate-mail and angry threats from our so-called ‘fans’.
Zayn whipped out his phone to check his account. “There’s always going to be bad ones man, I thought you didn’t let them bother you anymore?”
I hesitated. It wasn’t me that I was worried about.
Niall chortled, his mouth full of crisps. “And mental ones! Remember that girl that mailed you fourteen of her eyelashes?!”
Zayn snorted. “Mate, say it don’t spray it!”
“What’s going on lads?” We all glanced up as Liam came in from the shower.
“HAVA.” Louis bellowed.
“What’s a Hava?”
“Harry and Ava’s love child.” Niall grinned. I flicked him on the head.
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Chasing Blue Roses
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