Irresistible

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Isabelle's POV

"Hold still!" Alison's voice snapped at me for what seemed like the millionth time.

"I am," I mumbled back, which had been my answer everytime she said that.

Currently, I don't know how this happened, I had the smart idea of letting Alison braid my hair. Now I normally hated it when anyone touched my hair; it was a pet peeve of mine. But the blonde just wouldn't give up! She begged and begged and pleaded and pleaded. And I still said no.

Until she told me she would hack onto my Twitter and pronounce my 'undying love for Harry Styles.' Yeah, right. More like my 'unexplainable hate' for him. Alison might be the girly, no-common-sense one, but she was intelligent when it came to things like social media sites. So she knew every password I have for every site. And to avoid the drama that was sure to happen if I didn't let her braid my hair, I gave in.

So now here we were. Me sitting on my bottom bunk bed crossed-legged and still while Alison sat behind me, her eyes glued to my straight blonde hair. We'd been in this position for the last fourty-five minutes, and she still wasn't done yet. Everytime I asked, she said she was almost complete. Though ten minutes would pass then I'd ask again. She would reply with the same answer.

By now, my legs were starting to go numb and I felt my neck becoming a bit stiff. "You owe me a neck massage when you're finished."

I could hear Alison snort in amusement to my words. "You're pretty funny, Is."

I rolled my eyes. The only good thing about this is I was away from the boys. The last time she'd seen everyone, Zayn, Liam, and Ariella were chatting away together at the table, Kathryn was being harassed by Harry, Niall was in his room eating something that smelled really good but he wouldn't share, and Audrey and Louis were in seperate parts of the tour bus. Which was a whole.. Thirty feet apart, maybe? Whatever.

Wincing when Alison yanked on a piece of hair, I looked up when I heard the sound of a door opening. I saw that it was none other than Kathryn. But behind her, I realized, was a cheekily smirking Harry. Kathryn looked very, very annoyed while Harry seemed as calm as can be. "Smells good in here," he commented, adding, "and it's clean, too. Hey, can you girls fix up our room?"

Kathryn plopped down beside us, retorting, "The only way to fix your room is to put all your stuff into trash bags and chuck them out the window."

Harry chuckled lowly, settling down on the same bunk everyone else was sitting at. Kathryn pulled back in slight discust, bumping against Alison. Ali scowled at the girl. "Hey! Don't you dare mess me up; I've been working ten minutes on just this one part!"

I winced again as Alison scooted over, forcing me over as well. Harry seemed to think this was hilarious, for he spread himself out more, laying his feet against Kathryn. She didn't seem at all to like this as she sent him a look and pushed his feet off. "I'm not your foot rest."

Harry seemed to take this into concideration as he nodded. "I respect that," he said, placing his feet against Alison. Alison crinkled her nose and yanked my hair as she tried to scoot over more towards the wall. I let out a little squeal of pain and quickly followed her movements. By now, we were literally being squished between Kathryn, Harry, and Harry's stupid feet.

The curly haired lad still seemed amused by what logic he had just used. "Fine; I guess Isabelle will be my foot rest." With that, he laid his feet right across my lap, letting out a mocking sigh of content.

I used my hands to try to push him off, though that caused Alison to pull at my hair a bit. Though I couldn't see her, I knew she was frowning still. "Stop moving!" Millionth and one.