My First Fanfic

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OH MY LORD IT'S ALMOST BEEN A YEAR SINCE I LAST UPDATED THIS 

IM SORRY

BYE 

Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was fresh in the fandom and was a carrot. I am publishing it now for comedic reasons. It is silly and cliche, but my first ever fanfiction I ever wrote, so it is several years old and out of date. 

Chapter Two

Let Me Sleep

I was lying on the couch, grumbling stuff about stupid boys and their height. The five boys were in the kitchen, eating. I wasn't hungry. I felt kind of sick.

"Mazey, you sure you don't want anything?" Liam asked.

"For the fifth time, I am sure!" I replied.

Harry said something and Niall cracked up laughing. He laughed a lot. The others kind of snickered. "Shut up, Emerald," I called, knowing the joke was about me.

"Emerald?" Niall laughed.

"Calm down, Shorty," Harry retorted.

I lifted my hand, flipping him the bird. This was stupid. I didn't even have a choice on whether or not I got to stay. To make matters worse, all five of them were having a sleepover, so chances of escape were minimal.

After about half an hour, the boys came into the TV room. Liam and Zayn took a seat on the ground. Niall plopped on a bean bag. Harry grabbed my legs, throwing them off of the couch so he could sit. I glared at him. I scooted against the armrest, not wanting to be close to him.

Louis sat on the other side of the couch. I sighed grumpily. Harry poked my side. "Cheer up, Shorty."

I moved even farther away. Then got an idea. "Are there blankets and pillows down here?"

Harry pointed in the corner of the room. A messy pile of quilts and blankets rested there. I grabbed two blankets and a pillow. None of them watched me, their eyes glued to the TV. I quietly laid out one blanket on the ground behind the couch, checking for anything gross.

I didn't know if these boys were clean. They could be carrying some disease for all I knew! I put a pillow on one end of the blanket, and laid down on it. I then pulled the second, thicker blanket over my body.

Curling into a ball, I shut my eyes, praying for sleep. I tugged the blanket over my face.

"Aw, she's so cute," Louis cooed softly.

I clenched my fists. A hand ripped the blanket from my face. I glared up at a grinning Harry. "You can come cuddle with me if you want," he said.

I rolled over, not going to egg him on. He wanted me to get angry. "Haz, leave her alone," Liam said.

Hands went on my waist, lifting me off the ground. I squeaked in fear, scrambling to escape my captor. Harry set me so close to him I might as well be on his lap. "You could have told me that you were tired," he whispered in my ear.

I tried to get away, but his strong arms encased me against him. "Help," I said softly. I looked to Louis, who was watching us and trying not to laugh. Niall was too intent on the TV. Soccer. Did he like soccer? Zayn rolled his eyes at Harry.

I gave Liam my best puppy dog pout, even adding a sad little sniffle. He sighed, standing in front of Harry. "C'mon. Let her go."

Harry's arms tightened. "Noooo," he whined.

"Stop being rude to her. She doesn't deserve that," Liam said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry shook his head, his curls tickling the back of my neck. I looked up helplessly at Liam. He glared at Harry. I felt Harry's rumbling chuckles on my back. "I'm not being rude," he mumbled like a child.

"Why don't you ask Mazey if she thinks you're being rude?" Liam's gaze met my eyes. He was definitely my favorite one here at the moment. He's a good guy.

"Mazey, am I being mean?" Harry asked.

I nodded hurriedly. Harry sighed. It was Liam's turn to smirk. "Put her down."

"No."

Harry twisted, shielding my body with his. My face was buried into the couch. Harry hissed like a mother cat protecting her kittens.

What is wrong with this child?

"Can't. Breathe!" I called, my voice muffled by the couch.

"Harry. Seriously. Knock it off."

"You can have her tomorrow. But tonight, she's my cuddle buddy," Harry said stubbornly.

Liam chuckled. "She isn't a toy. She's a human being. Treat her like one."

"I am. She's doing just fine."

"She is suffocating!" I all but yelled. Harry leaned back slightly, so I wasn't smashed. Time to take matters into my own hands. I dug my nails into whatever skin I could get to.

Harry cursed. "Ow! Mazey!" he cried out. His large hands locked around my small ones so I couldn't scratch him again. He turned again so I was facing Liam.

Liam looked down at me, then to Harry, and back to me. He sighed. "Sorry, Mazey. He's too stubborn for his own good. I give up," Liam said, sitting back down.

I gaped at the back of his buzzed head. Harry chuckled. I looked up at him fearfully. "I don't bite," Harry said huskily.

"I hate you."

Zayn looked at us from over his shoulder. "Sorry, but could you two be quiet? This is my favorite team."

I was going to say something witty, but Harry clamped his hand over my mouth. "Yep! Sorry, Zayn."

With my free hand, I flipped Harry off. Louis snickered. Liam and Zayn were smiling softly. Harry squeezed me tighter. I sighed in defeat, going limp in his arms.

"Don't worry, Maze. It's just Harry's way of flirting. He'll leave ya alone in a couple days," Lou said, smiling sweetly.

Harry's thumb stroked my cheek. I shuddered at his touch. Not in the good way. I didn't say anything and neither did Harry.

After a while of mindlessly staring at the TV, my eyes started to shut. My anger turned to exhaustion quickly. As I began to doze off, Harry's arms loosened and he gently set me next to him. A blanket was draped around my shoulders.

"Sleep tight, Mazey," Harry whispered.