I was confused. I had just done drugs, got drunk, and had sex with Harry Styles, yet I didn't feel the same as I did two weeks ago, when we first fell in love. But through all of that, I developed feelings for another hunk, Jack Willis. There is Harry, who is a sweet and caring guy, who loves all, and the there's Jack. Jack is a total jerk, but he's really hot and I had sex with his brother.
"Good morning sunshine" I hear Harry groggily say from beside me.
That's when it hit me. HARRY'S MORNING VOICE IS SO FRIGGIN HOT.
"Good morning babe" I reply.
As Harry and I lay there, on my minuscule twin-sized bed, I thought of Jack, and how hot he is. I wondered what it would be like if I never went Heelieing in the park that day, or if I did but Jack had a shirt on so I wasn't transfixed on his abs and never hit a sign and gave me a concussion and made me go to a hospital where Jack fed me a banana and I would have never had the thought that he had made out with me while I was unconscious and screamed at him and never became bffs with him and he would have never been there in my darkest hours when I broke up with Harry and bought a slave.
And I thought about Harry, and how he did the most romantic thing ever by slipping a piece of paper with his phone number on it into my one and only favourite food, bananas. And how he flew out here to California just to see me. And how he made a beautiful set up of dildos but got too scared to show me.
I also thought about dating Harry AND Jack, but that probably wouldn't work out because Jack doesn't really like Harry and polygamy is illegal.
I thought for a while, until Harry quickly got up, muttering some swears while putting his clothes on.
"What is it hun," i ask.
"I'm late for my flight. I totally forgot that my flight is leaving today." He quickly replies.
"Oh... okay. I was hoping we could spend a little more time together... I mean, we just got back together." I say, avoiding eye contact and staring at my hands.
I feel Harry's hand lift my chin up, and he plants a kiss on my lips. "You know what," he starts with a smile, "You are completely right. I'm going to cancel my flight and you and I are going to go on a romantic date to... Disneyland!"
I stare at him blankly. "No." I say. "Disneyland's way to crowded with kids and obsessively nostalgic teenagers, and I also do not want you to get mobbed today."
He looks shocked, "okay... how about we drive to the city, I got money and will buy you designer clothes if you want."
I completely freak out on the inside. Of course I'm going to say yes to him buying me things, I haven't had people buy me things in years! just when I was about to say yes, I heard a knock at my bedroom door. I get up and open it, thinking it was my mom, but standing there in my doorway was my hipster-looking slave, Tyga. "Um, hello, sorry to bother you, but would you mind telling me where I am, and why I woke up on your couch?" she politely asks and I am baffled. Tyga can speak?
"Oh, well," I start, "I bought you, and you are my slave. Not much more I can tell you about."
And just like that she walks out the door.
I shrug and walk to my closet, grabbing a yellow tank top with little bananas all over it and some shorts, while Harry puts on his clothes.
"Harry," I say an he looks up at me, "yeh" he replies.
"You look like a hippie."
He gives me an offended look and I laugh.
"No, Harry, it's not a bad thing, you look really hot." I say and he smiles.Soon enough we're out the door and- wait. Where's Niall?
"Hey, Harry, where's Niall?" he immediately stops in his tracks and widens his eyes.
"Oh shit. I have no clue." He replies.Just then an Irish voice yelled behind us,
"WEY HEY CRAZY MOFOS I SAW EVERYTHING YOU DID LAST NIGHT HAHA YOU SHOULDA INVITED ME HAHA BEST FANS IN T WORLD!!" Harry and I both turn around see Niall standing there, with what seemed to be tears in his eyes."Oh hey Niall!" I say, a bit confused as to how he got there.
"Hey, you forgot about me but that's okay, do you mind if I join you on your shopping trip in the city?" I was going to ask how he knew that we were going shopping until I remembered what Niall said about seeing everything we did last night.
"Yeah I guess" I smile and we all hop into my car and drive to the city.
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Yeah I felt like deleting Bananas & styles 2 and just adding them onto this story
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Bananas and Styles (A One Direction Fanfic)
FanfictionMarcy, a 19-year-old girl, living alone and is addicted to bananas, one day finds a slip of paper in one of her bananas that read 'I think I love you' along with a phone number on it. Out of sheer curiosity she decides to text it. It turns out it wa...