Irresistible

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Isabelle's POV

"Is," I heard someone whisper into my ear. I groaned and rolled over onto my side, my back facing whoever the heck was trying to talk to me. I was stubbon, especially in the morning. Unless this person wanted to take me to a club and grab a couple shots of vodka, they'd better back away.

"Isabelle," I heard the voice again, this time feeling a hand on my arm. I felt my frown deepen.

"Go away," I muttered, grabbing the pillow I was laying on and placing it over my head.

Nothing happened, though the hand still lied on my arm. I could feel myself slipping into sleep again when I felt the hand slowly glide down my arm, making goosebumps rise on it. It started along my curves then down around my hips. I could feel it making it's way along my bum, and that's when I squeaked in surprise and sprang up. My eyes wide, I glanced at who was touching me.

The ever-cheeky Harry.

He removed his hand and grinned, giving me a wave. "Glad to see you're awake," he stated, taking a step back.

I threw him a look and rolled my eyes, sitting up. "What do you want?" I asked in my sleepy voice, glancing over his face. He looked wide awake for some odd reason. It was way to early to be-

"We're in LA. And you've got an interview in an hour. So I'd fix that mess you have going on there," Harry stated, looking over my frizzy blonde hair and the clothes I had on yesterday. Wait a second..

I had an hour to get ready and go to the interview? My eyes widened and, suddenly feeling awake, I leaped up so fast I hit my head on the ceiling. "Oh, and watch out for that," Harry chuckled, earning a slightly narrowed glare from me.

"Why did you just decide to wake us up now?" I asked, ignoring his comment as I stepped down the bunk stairs and onto the floor. I grabbed my suitcase lying under Ariella's bed. Which, techniquely, was my bed, too.

I unzipped the pure white suitcase as Harry started talking. "Who's 'us?' Everyone's been up for atleast two hours."

I froze. So everyone's been up for two hours, and they left me to sleep? Turning my head slowly, I sent a spine-chilling glare at Harry. "What?"

Harry seemed unaffected, though, shrugging his shoulders. "Everyone's been up for two hours. Well, except you. They sent me to get you up maybe.. Two hours ago? But I was so busy I didn't get the chance to do it until now." He smirked lightly at my angry expression.

I slowly straightened up and walked forward towards the smiling lad, pointing an accusing finger at him. "I swear, Styles; if I don't get to the interview on time, you're going to wish you were never born."

The lad raised his hands by his face mockingly and shot me a cocky grin. "Time's ticking."

I opened my mouth to say something but stopped myself in time. I glared at him in silence before muttering something under my breath and backing away from him. I peered into my suitcase and rumaged through it for a moment. I could feel Harry's green eyes watching me, but I chose to ignore him as I pulled out an outfit.

Faded blue jean shorts that stopped at just above my mid-thigh with little fake jewel studs on the front of them. Along with that, a white, cute sleeveless top with the American flag on it. Nothing too fancy, since I didn't have enough time for that- thank you very much Harry- but it was cute and would do. I started to take off my shirt when I stopped.

I turned and looked at Harry, who was currently still staring at me from the bed across the room. When I looked at him, he gave me a smile. "Don't mind me," he said, looking over my chosen outfit I had lied on the bed beside me then my non-amused face.