Be Honest... Do I Scare You?

Chapter Three: Just Stand There and Sing

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Evelyn's POV

I was currently sitting on the floor of my room, painting the floor boards. I had been re-decorating my room for about a week, and so far I had moved everything out of my room and into the guest bedroom and removed the carpet and laid down sheets of plastic. Now I am painting a thick coat of white on the floor boards. I'm going to paint the walls a smooth turquoise color. I listened to One Direction as I worked. Once I had finished the floor boards, I stood up and left the room to let them dry, a few fans running to help with the process. I trudged downstairs to see who had begun to bang on the front door. I opened the door to find Sorell. And she brought the lads of One Direction with her. 

For a straight week after we met, all they did was Skype us or call us and annoy me. I did really get annoyed with them, too. 

"What do you nitwits want?" 

"Well, I was talking to Sorell on the phone," Louis started, "and we decided to come over!!" 

"Well that's fine, I guess. I was just about to make some food. What sounds good?" 

"I dunno, let's go look." Sorell suggested. 

...an hour later...

We were in the kitchen, and we decided to make some cake. We did make a cake, but the mess we made in the process was massive. We threw flour at each other, and eggs, and milk, and the kitchen was trashed. My parents told me they would be home around 7, so that gave me like, 3 hours to clean. But I am waaay to lazy to clean. 

"Sorell, take the lads to your house while I clean up. Be back in an hour." I said, earning a confused look from the lads and herself. 

"We can help you!!" 

"No, I would rather do it myself, thank you." 

"Or, we could help. We helped make the mess, and we wouldn't want to burden you with having to clean it up by yourself." 

"We could stand here and argue about this all day. I'm not caving."

"Well neither are we." 

Oh my god. "Seriously lads. Leave." I say behind clenched teeth. Ignoring my words, they began picking up eggshells and clumps of batter. "If you don't leave I'll do something I will regret." I warned. Meanwhile, Sorell was trying her hardest to get them to leave. But they just would not listen. I was on the verge of blacking out in rage, when my parents pulled up. 

"Sorell, my parents!!" Take them upstairs, into my room. You have about 30 seconds, go!!" I squeaked and shoved everyone out of the kitchen. Sorell drug the lads upstairs, and I snapped my fingers, ridding the kitchen of the mess. I snapped a few more times, getting rid of the footprints and cleaning off myself. I texted Sorell, telling her to get herself and the boys cleaned up. I jumped onto the counter and reached into a cabinet for some Pringles, as my parents walked. 

"Hey." I spoke with a smile. "How was the trip? You're home early."

"It went to crap. But it was funny." My dad muttered with a chuckle. 

"Yes, because three people stopping during the procession to have sex is funny." My mum said with massive amounts of sarcasm.

"Are you kidding? That's freaking hilarious!!" I squeaked in hysterical laughter. My mum shook her head, a smile on her face. 

"You are just like your father." 

"Am not." 

"Are too." 

"Am not." 

"Are too." 

"Am not." 

"Penis." 

My dad and I both broke out in side splitting laughter. 

"Okay, fine. I'm going upstairs. By the way, I've got some friends over."

I walked into my room. The lads and Sorell stayed silent as I cracked open a can of paint. I took my brush, and after dipping it in the blue, began to paint the walls. I refused to let the boys help me, so, after I told them that my parents knew they were here, they kept me entertained by singing and telling really stupid jokes. Soon enough they left and it was just Sorell and I. We had already finished painting the walls, so we went downstairs and discussed what we should do tonight. We settled on calling up the lads to come back over and properly hang out. They we're in town for another four days, so why not spend some time with them. Sorell said she would call Louis, who she had grown really close to. They agreed to coming over, and Sorell and myself sat in the den, waiting patiently. I warned my parents. Upon their arrival, we all went outback to my ever so amazing tree-house, and saved my parents the headache. We talked for a while, before deciding to play truth or dare. 

"Evelyn, truth or dare?" Harry said with and evil smirk. I knew where this one was going, so I made my choice. 

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Niall." 

Here's the thing. Niall told the boys about the kiss we shared at the mall two weeks ago. Since then they've been bending over backwards to get us to kiss in front of them. This was their chance, I guess. 

"Guys, I really don't think..." 

I cut him off by placing either hand on his cheeks and firmly pressing my lips to his. For the first few seconds of the kiss he didn't respond, he was too shocked. But then he kissed back, slowly and sweetly. I ignored the cooing of the annoying boys, taking in Niall's sweet scent, of vanilla and something fruity. It is an amazing scent, I must say. I inhaled before pulling away. 

"Mmmm. You smell... amazing." I said with a small smile. 

"I could say the same about you." He said, looking into my eyes. 

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