Marissa's POV:
I sat up in a different bed and looked around, trying to remember where I was. I let out a slight groan when I remembered that I was in the same house as One Direction. I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes before stopping dead in my tracks. I slowly looked down at what I was wearing, my eyes going slightly wide. I must have been too tired last night to realize that I had willingly taken clothes from Niall and put them on. I go into the bathroom that connected to the guest bedroom and quickly change back into my clothes from yesterday. I then pull my hair up before walking out. I swear to god if Em makes us stay longer than we need to today I will hurt her. I walk into the hallway as silent as possible and hear some giggling coming from what I assumed was Niall's room. I roll my eyes and make my way down the hall, being careful not to make any sounds.
"Mm, where do you think you're going?" I hear a voice from behind me. I turn around and cross my arms, narrowing my eyes at the curly haired boy.
"Anywhere that's not near you." I give him the worst fake smile and then turn back around, going down the steps. I groan mentally when I hear foot stops following me. I try to ignore it and walk into the kitchen, going to the fridge to find some food. I start to look around, moving things to different places so I could get a better look. I didn't even notice Harry walking up behind me.
"We don't really have anything good." He says simply. It sounded like he was pretty close to me, maybe even right behind me, but I didn't really care at the moment.
"It's food. Of course it's going to be good." I tell him, not even trying to hide the annoyance in my voice. I find one of the boxes of pizza and go to reach for it. I loved cold pizza. It was by far one of my favorite foods ever. The next thing I knew I felt someone squeeze my bum, with a rather large hand, causing me to jump and let out a small shriek. I immediately stand up, leaving the pizza in the fridge and covering my butt with both of my hands. I stare at Harry, who had a huge smirk plastered on his face, with my mouth wide open. "W-What was that for?" I ask him, in too much shock to be angry yet. He just shrugged, taking a step closer to me.
"Well, you were bent over, and I was bored. I can't control myself." He said while still smirking. I make a disgusted noise and push him back away from me.
"Don't touch my butt ever again. And thanks to you, I'm not hungry anymore." I tell him, rolling my eyes. I slam the door closed and walk out of the kitchen. "Em get your butt down here! We're leaving!" I yell up the stairs as I pass it, going to the front door.
"You aren't leaving." Harry says, quickly getting around me and blocking my way to the door. "Just ignore her Emely! You guys aren't leaving yet!" He calls back. He then puts his hand over my mouth to stop me from yelling again. I just give him a death glare while crossing my arms.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask him, his hand making my words come out muffled.
"Stopping you from telling her to leave again." He grins cheekily. He uses his free hand to move some hair from his face, then puts it back at his side.
"But I want to leave." I tell him. He just shrugged.
"I don't really care. Because I know Emely and Niall are having fun, and you can have fun too." He said before swiftly picking me up. I was in too much shock to say, or do, anything. But that soon went away when instead of carrying my bridal style, he threw me over his shoulder. I growl slightly and start to hit has back.
"Damn it Harry. Put me down now!" I yell at him. He just shook his head while chuckling.
"No can do love. You can't control me." He said. I huff and try to think. I then smirk when I think of a plan.
"LIAM! HELP ME!" I yell, sounding like I actually needed his help. The next thing I knew, a shirtless Liam ran down the stairs with a worried look on his face. He looked at us for a minute, but I just looked at his stomach. God this boy was toned. I shook my head and looked at his face. "Harry won't put me down or let me go." I give him a puppy dog face.
"Haz, put the girl down." He chuckles, walking over to us.
"No. You can't tell me what to do." Harry said stubbornly before running away, me still over his shoulder. I groan and start to hit his back again. Since I was over his shoulder I didn't see where he was going. But, I saw that we had gone outside, to the back.
"Harry, where are you going?" I ask him slowly, getting suspicious. And soon enough, I was off of Harry, in the air for about four seconds, and then in water. This little Cheshire boy threw me in freaking pool. Well, if it's a game he wants, then it's a game he gets. Harry, you'll regret throwing me in a pool, because revenge is my specialty. And I serve it cold.
