It Started With A Dare... (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 17: Day 1

Day One: Hello England, Fuck you Harry

On the floor...hair egged....stupid Harry.

"Hello der. What's going on?" Niall asked staring at me.

"Loooonnggggg sttoorrrryyy." I said breathless on the floor.

"So here's how it went." Harry said.

"Shut up I'm gonna tell him." I pestered.

"No you aren't I am" he complained.

"SHUT UP CRAZY MOFOS ILL HEAR BOTH STORIES!" Niall yelled."Harry first."

"THATS NOT FAI-" "So here is how it went...."

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"Hazzzzzzzzz want to bake a cake with me? You can make your own CREAM."

Chachi winked.

Harry was looking so puzzled. Then it clicked. BAM.

They were both making out on the table. Flour rained on them and vanilla extract was seeping out of their tongues.

A lion came out and was like "these mofos are thirsty!" Then he was throwing up water and splashed it on their feet.

While Chachi and Harry were doing sexual movements, they were gonna pull off the anal.

Chachi was lying on her back and mouth opened. Then, Harry sat on her face butt-naked.

Chachi wanted to taste eggs but luckily Harry has the power to shit eggs. No one knows except Chachi.

He was going to shit in her mouth but missed and shit all over her forehead and hair.

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"And that's how Chachi is on the floor breathless with eggs in her hair." Harry said smirking.

"WHY WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT STORY." I yelled. Really a lion talking and his ability to poo eggs?

"I don't know man...that story is pretty convincing." Niall said seriously.

"WHAT!" I yelled, this is ridiculous.

"Well...I've always believed that Lions could talk. Cause like Madagascar,Lion King, Aladdin." He said.

".........SHUT UP BLONDIE.It's my turn." I yelled frustrated.

"So this is actually how it happened.."

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Chachi was packing for the England trip. Excited to go with Harry, she pranced around dancing to Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus.

"To my home girls here with the big butt..." Chachi sang along

"OH MY GOD CHACHI SHUT UP IM TRYING TO BAKE A CAKE." Harry yelled from the kitchen.

The only sensible thing Chachi did was turn it up higher.

"SO LADA DEE DA DEE WE LIKE TO PARTEE. DANCING WITH MILEY. DOING WHATEVER WE WANT." Chachi yelled and sang.

"Don't make me come there!" He yelled.

"ITS OUR PARTY WE CAN LOVE WHO WE WANT, WE CAN KISS WHO WE WANT, WE CAN SCREW WHO WE WANT." Chachi yelled back.

Next thing you know her radio was thrown out the window.

"WHAT THE HELL HARRY." Chachi threw his spatula out of the window.

"You REALLY shouldn't have done that." Harry said in a menacing voice.

"Really? What you gon-" SMACK. Went the raw egg on Chachi's head.

She gasped and tackled Harry to the ground. They were rolling around for a good hour before she was breathless on the floor.

That's when Harry got up fine and Niall walked in the Living Room.

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"And THAT is the real story." I finished. (Lol comment which story you think is real)

"Nah. I still think Harry's story is real." Niall yawned.

"You irish lug. Oh Nialler. You know Chachi is right even though Lions CAN talk." Liam hugged Niall.

"OH MY GOD LIONS CAN'T TALK." I yell. "Chachi, do you REALLY want to go against the Disney lover and freak?" Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Let's just get packing." I grumbled while pulling his hand to our rooms.

8:45 P.M

"C'MON CHACHI FLIGHT LEAVES AT 9!!" Harry pleaded from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Shut up babe!" I yelled back.

"Babe?" He said. I could tell he was smirking. OH JESUS. I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE I SAID BABE. Oh jeez. These feelings are supposed to go away.

"I-Har-urgh just shut up." I stuttered. "Haha fine. I'll leave. See ya...BABE" he laughed and left. Cheeky bastard once again.

I left the bathroom in a black lace long sleeve and red jeans. I also put Black Doc Martins.

"GET IN THE CAR NOW!" He yelled behind me. Ow that hurts like a bitch. Why is he screaming for?!?

"CAUSE ITS FUCKING 8:55!" He screamed and I think I saw a vein in his neck popping out...sexy...STOP.

"YOUR FAMOUS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD ITS CALLED A PRIVATE JET." I flicked him in the head.

"Oh yeah......" Well fuck you Harry.

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I'm in a private jet....with a sex god....and he's asleep on my shoulder....

Oh my god. His snores are so cute. His bangs are tickling my neck. Shit I giggled rather loud.

"Chachi what are you doing...." Harry mumbled into the crook of my neck.

His voice was husky and it sent chills down my spine. His lips are so close to my neck that I'm gonna faint.

"Heehee. Nothing I-oww!!" I whimpered. THE BITCH BIT MY NECK AND NOW ITS PURPLE.

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Harry kind of gave me a hickey. "HARRY WHAT WAS THAT." I yelled. "Erm...a love bite?" He sheepishly said.

"Why would you need to bite me"

"Why so many question?"

"I only asked one you twat snotter!"

"You never fail to be lame can you?"

"Well maybe I wouldn't be lame if I cut off your bal-" "WE ARE HERE IN ENGLAND MR STYLES." The pilot said frantically.

Finally, England. Land of the English people. Yes! I get to speak English for the rest of the trip here!

"HELLLLOOOOOOOO ENNNGGGGGGLLLAAAANNNNNDDDD" i yell. Only to be knocked down with such force by a woman.

"Ello, you must be Chachi!" She crushed me in a hug. "I'm Harry's mum. Anne." She smiled.

well yeah...hello England.