Miss Trouble

Chapter 4: Nickname

I wake up, and it seems that I have only been asleep for an hour. Yawning, I try to sit up, but I can't seem too. There is the very large arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me down to the ground. In shock(and horror) I follow the arm to lead it up to the person's face who is about to get a rude awakening. My eyes go up this arm, and then I see a mop of curls on this person's head. I groan, and try to get out of Harry's grasp. I tried everything. I tried prying myself out of his grasp, I tried karate chopping his arm off, everything. I'll tell you, he is strong. Every futile attempt to get away from him, he seems to pull me back down onto the ground, and closer to him. So right now, I am still on the ground, pulled close to Harry's chest, (and my face is inches away from his) and I have this giant arm around me holding me down. My stomach growls, meaning that I am hungry. Well I am always hungry. But this means that I am reaaaaalllllllyyyyyy hungry. I start to poke Harry's face, in attempt to wake him up. I poke his dimples, his nose, his forehead, and he still doesn't wake up. I resort to trying to wake him up by calling his name.

"Harry." I whisper. "Harry. Harry. Harry. Harold. Harold. Harry. Hazza. Haz." I whisper, poking his dimples every time I said his name. He just groans, and pulls me closer to him. Now this is just wayyyy to close for me. An idea pops into my head, to get him up. I smirk at him, but he can't see because a) its dark, and b) his eyes are closed. I sigh, resorting to the absolute last and worst thing I can think of.

"Harry," I whisper, still poking him. "If you get up and let go of me you can get a kiss from me." I grin mischievously, crossing my fingers not promising to do so. Funny, this seems to get through. Harry bolts up, taking me along with him. He is towering over me, with a smirk on his face. I can't tell if he is smirking or not, because I'm in the dark, but I can just tell. He grabs my hand, and pulls me into the kitchen, turning on the blinding light. You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you have to go to the bathroom really bad and then you turn on the bathroom light and your eyes seem to burn right out of your head? Yeah. Having one of those moments right now.

"What the Pancake Harry?" I groan, covering my eyes. I can hear him laugh, and oh how bad I want to smack him right now. Finally, I can remove my hands from my face, and I can feel my eyes adjusting to the light. Once my eyes are adjusted, I narrow them at him, and he is smirking at me, stepping closer.

"I believe there is something you owe me, Princess." He is smirking, pointing to his lips. I scoff, and I glare at him.

"Not happening, Popstar." I retort back, sending daggers at him.

"You promised." He says, pouting a bit.

Once again, I scoff at him and I roll my eyes at him.

"Yeah right. Like I would ever promise that. That would be self harming." I say, bringing out my crossed fingers out from behind my back, showing him.

"Thats cheating." He mumbles. I smirk at him, crossing my arms over my chest. I can see that his gaze follows my arms to my chest area, and then snaps back up to face me, quickly.

"Sorry, Popstar. You don't always get what you want." I mock, walking over to the fridge. He steps into my path, blocking me from the fridge. Oh he did not just do that. He smirks at me, looking down at me.

"Nuh uh." He grins. "Not until I get my kiss." He mocks, in a sing songy voice. I roll my eyes at him.

"Never." I growl, pushing him away from me and away from my fridge. I open up my fridge, and I grab my juice box. Once I close the fridge and I turn around, Harry is inches away from my face, his hands on either side of my head. He is smirking at me, and once again he has that playful look in his green eyes. I roll my eyes at him, trying to slip out underneath his arm, but he quickly moves it to block me. I groan, and I look at him in the eyes. His green orbs are searching my face, and is smiling at me. Its like he enjoys torturing me.