Dancing with the Boys (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 13: Fun And Fun Alone

“GET UP NOW!” I gave an exclamation as I suddenly tumbled out of bed. Looking up, I realized Louis picked up my mattress and threw me out of it.

“Couldn’t you just call me, or tickle me, like a normal person?!” I cried, pulling down my t-shirt.

Louis raised his eyebrows at me. “I called you and tickled you for half an hour. But anyway, get up and get ready! Now,” he stated, crossing his arms.

“Get ready for what?” I asked, starting to get up.

Louis gave me his hand and helped me up. “Because, we are going out. For fun. I’m tired of going to all these dances—” My head shot over to him. “Which is fun! But still work. We’re taking the bus and going bowling, and to –” I cut him off.

“I want to be surprised,” I said. He grinned at me.

“So you’re fine with it?” he asked.

I nodded. “Good! Now hurry and get ready, I want to leave as early as possible.”

Louis ran out of my room. I went to close the door and saw Harry now opening his door, rubbing his eyes. “Louis, it’s four o’ clock, this is madness,” he said, his voice heavy with sleep.

Louis stopped running down the hallway and faced him, frowning. “Madness? This… is… SPARTA!” With that he pushed Harry back in his room, slammed the door and ran away. I smiled to myself. Hopefully that shove might leave a few bruises on his stomach.

I quickly took a shower and stayed in my towel, choosing something to wear. As I was pulling out a pair of jeans, the door opened and Harry walked in. “Force, I—”

I gave a shriek and clutched the jeans to my chest. His eyes widened. “Oh… erm… sorry ‘bout that.” He turned around, staring at the ceiling.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

“The boys and I need pants, to, you know, bathe in,” he said awkwardly.

I willed myself not to face palm and told him to go to any of the guestrooms.

“Right.” He walked to the door when it was almost closed, he stuck his head through. “You want me to get some pants for you too?” he asked, smirking.

“OUT!” I flung the jeans at him. He closed the door before it could hit him and shouted that I should keep those jeans.

I groaned out loud and spent a full five minutes arguing with the closet door that I pretended was Harry before stomping over to the bedroom door. I snatched up my jeans and was about to lock the door when it opened again and Isabel walked in. “I need to borrow a top,” she said.

“Go on.” I waved her over to my closet.

Harry was passing when I began to shut the door and saw Isabel. “Wait, so she can walk in on you, but not me?” he asked indignantly.

“You know, you’re right. Why should I be mad about you walking in on me in my towel and not Isabel? I mean, you’re both girls.” I closed the door before he could reply.

Meanwhile, Isabel was pondering between my turquoise halter top and a purple sequined vest. She held them up when I faced her. “Which one?”

I snatched my halter top away from her. “The purple one, because this is what I’m wearing.”

“What? No, I think I want that one now,” she argued.

I looked at her. “After bathing at wherever Louis is going to, do you know how hard it would be to pull that over not so dry skin? And, it’s fitted.”