Forever? H.S.

Chap 7 "I'll be needing stitches"

Theres a loud knock on the door. I rush to open it and outside is a guy in a hoodie, concealing his face.

"LOL! Was that necessary" I laugh as I close the door.

"No.....But I don't want to risk my hair cause I just had it made." Hazza laughs as he pulls off the hoodie from his face.

"And I thought girls worry about their hair" I mutter as I walk towards the painting table. I just cleaned it and set it, so it looks presentable.

"I heard that! And for your info.........ummmm .......nothing" He exclaims.

"What ? " I ask looking at him as he shrugs.

" I'm out of witty comebacks. I guess I'll need classes from Louis." He sighs, shaking his head in mock frustration.

"Its OK buddy," I say, patting his shoulder," I guess you'll learn how and what witty comebacks are. Cause you never knew." I add, giggling at how lame that sounds.

"Lame " Harry sniggers.

" I know.....Can I come to that witty comeback class your having with Louis?" I ask.

" Sure, you need it. Admission fees is one million dollars per class." He laughs.

I pretend to gag. "what? That is really unfair!"

Hazza shakes his head and sighs "Dear child , classes with celebrities are VERY costly." He adds in a weird accent which makes me burst into giggles. He bellows the word 'very' in my ear. I wince and start laughing like a lunatic. It feels good not to force a laugh. I haven't laughed like this for ages. He starts laughing too. Very soon we are in a laughing heap.

" Dear child," I say in the same weird accent he used." Now I am nearly DEAF!" I say, screaming 'deaf' in his ear. He, too, winces before starting to laugh again. after five minutes of hysterical laughing....I pull myself together.

"Seriously though, if you don't stop making me laugh......I'll be needing stitches" I sing, at which Hazza starts laughing really hard to, making me laugh harder cause laughing is contagious.

"We better get going. So much for your perfect hair Hazza......Its ruined!" I chuckle, ruffling it, as he jumps up and run to the mirror on the wall. He groans when he sees his messed up hair and sighs.

"I have an interview tonight again!" He whines. "now I'll have to get it made AGAIN!"

"Two interviews in one day? Tough." I say. he is still looking at the mirror trying to fix his hair. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, doesn't Hazza brush his messy hair at all?" I add innocently. Hazza whips around and screams a very high pitched scream.

"Whatevvaaah!" I exclaim. " I have a surprise for you down in the car. And it took me ssoooo much time and hard work. I think you're gonna like it, but if you don't........" I look up in a very serious expression.

"Then what? " He asks.

"You don't wanna know..." I say tilting my head a bit for a dramatic effect, but I am actually thinking cause all I know is that if he really doesn't like it, Ill go into depression, because I worked all day yesterday on it after Hazza left after lunch to the interview." YOU'LL BE NEEDING STITCHES!!!!" I yell loudly, my singing sounding like a cat with a toothache. We both burst into laughter.

"But on the serious side, I hope you like it. I worked really hard on it." I say seriously as Harry covers his face with the hoodie.

"You ready to meet the guys" Hazza asks smiling at me.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I whisper as we race out the door. This is going to be one whale of an experience.