I sit in our bedroom staring at Harry. Why? Great question. Well to sum up, there was an odd number of boys and girls meaning... I'm going to be stuck in a room with none other than Harry Styles till the end of bootcamp. Well, I personally am glad that its not some prissy girl or random stranger and I know Harry- to an extent.
One of the problems was it was a double bed. Only one. The floor was hard so after some bickering (which was mostly Harry flirting and me surprisingly flirting back) we decided boundaries would work best. Thus we had a stating competition to see who got the side nearest to the bathroom.
"I'm going to win this staring competition." He informed me. I laughed, no way. I was determined to win. This war had been going on for a minute. My eyes were starting to sting. Crap no. I made my eyes half open clearing any dust on the top half and giving me a slight advantage. Harry's eyes widened in shock and they were followed by a blink. I win!
"That's really creepy and unfair!" Harry whined like a little girl.
"You're only angry cause you lost." I chuckled. I grabbed my things and started to settle in. I unpacked some of my clothes and put them in a closet and Harry followed suit. I took my laptop out and I opened up to twitter while Harry played on his phone. On twitter, I had 100 direct messages from none other than- Niall Horan. Jerk. I opened the messages.
"Eve, I'm sorry!"
"Cmon Eevee, I didn't mean that"
"Why don't ya open ur dang phone and call me"
"I want to apologize"
"Please"
"I have ur shoe hostage, if you want to see it alive.. TALK TO ME"
"Just talk to me"
"I'm desperate"
"I've resorted to keeping a shoe hostage"
":(((((((((((("
"I miss u"
Honestly, he could keep my shoe for all I care. Most of the messages followed a similar pattern. I growled in frustration. Jerk! Harry looked up from his phone, letting all the fruit go uncut from his ninja skills.
"Niall?" He asked with an all too knowing look. I nodded sadly. Honestly, I missed that freak. But he probably just doesn't want a guilty conscience which is why he wanted apologized. All because I'm not good enough. How could one simple sentence hurt me so much? I swore to myself that I would never let anyone have this much control over me ever again. As cheesy as it sounds, love sucks. Without it, you die and with it you still die. That's the sick thing about it. It just eats you from the inside out until you're some drug addict waiting for your fix of love.
I looked up to Harry and realized that he was all blurry.
Frick, I'm crying. Harry ran up to me and enveloped me in a hug. I nuzzled up closer to him sobbing hysterically into his shoulder.
"Shh...just let it out. It's better than to keep it all bottled up." He comforted. With that I let out louder wails that probably made me sound like a dying whale. I got out of the hug and tried to smile at Harry. Wiping away my tears I sniffled out;
"Thanks."
"Anytime." Harry reassured me. At that moment, my phone began to ring. It was once again the source of my pain, the heartless prick. Niall. I decided to answer despite Harry gesturing not to.
"Eve! Oh my gosh you finally answer." I got up from my spot and randomly fell to the ground. Ouch.
"Eve are you ok?"he asked. I couldn't muster up any courage to talk to Niall but luckily Harry took the phone starting to speak to Niall.
"The number you have dialled is no longer a number, it is in fact a cat.For assurance call 1-800- You're lucky I'm not physically there to split your skull, slowly, intimately, in every way you know fear. When you scream, then i'll split her skull. And you'll wake long enough to see my good work. This is my bargain you mewling quim." Harry threatens menacingly. I widen my eyes in shock as if saying 'Thats really creepy and a bit over the top.' Harry rolls his eyes and smirks.
"Who are you and what have you done with Eve?!" Niall asks, his voice laced with terror. I honestly would be terrified too if I was Niall. But this is actually hilarious in a sick twisted way. Harry chuckled humourlessly, giving me the creeps.
"Me? Well.. I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set. I don't care what I use it for. Or on."Harry explained. Harry moved closer to me and put his hand on my mouth surprising me.
"MMMFFFPH" I said, my voice muffled.
"You monster.." Niall choked out.
"Oh no... you've brought the monster." Harry continued his bad boy psychopath act. I could practically hear the intense horror movie violins playing. Harry took his hand off my mouth and chuckled.
"Eve's actually fine. She's a great girl. Good enough for anyone. Whoever can't see that is probably an idiot who's hobby is keeping shoes mhostage." Harry rambled on looking at my twitter. I stifled a laugh at the shoe joke.
"...Do you fancy her?" Niall asked awkwardly.
"Yeah, I do! I mean, I know we kinda just met and all but she's pretty awesome. Correction, pretty and awesome." Harry winked at me causing me to magically morph into a tomato. Niall hung up abruptly.
Did Harry mean that? What he said? Nah, probably just something he said to tick the prick off.
"Well that was fun." I stated. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Yeah but this is more fun." Harry smirked evilly. Bad Boy Styles returns. Crap what is he doing?
Harry moved closer and closer to me sitting on the bed. His hands inched closer to me and tickled me. I screamed trying to get him off me. I failed miserably, Harry was now directly on top of me, giving him access to all my tickle spots.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
Harry's head hovered over mine making sure I had no where to escape. I made an attempt to get up.
Bad move.
Really bad move.
My head came up first surprising Harry, causing him to move back a little bit. To my surprise and his, my lips accidentally landed on his. But then
lI felt myself slipping off the bed and so I wrapped my arms around his neck preventing a fall. But right at that moment someone opened the door.
Her camera snapped in front of us with a flash but the shot was probably something that took a bit to process.
"Hey, I'm Cher Lloyd, sorry but Its time for din-OH MY GOSH I'M SO SORRY FOR INTERRUPTING YOU CARRY ON I'LL JUST LEAVE." Cher spoke shocked at the sight of Harry straddling me and us kissing. I broke the 'kiss' and once more turned into a tomato and Harry a smirking strawberry.
"Sorry." I mumbled. Averting eye contact with him.
"That's fine! In fact.. I wouldn't mind doing that again." Harry teased.
Well this is going to be an interesting week.
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AN: And so ends one of the shortest hiatus' ever. I read a fanfic and got my groove back. I think it was called "The Prank Wars" By starhuntress I think..It's awesome, you should go read! Anyways, I probably won't have a daily schedule for this (Or anything for that matter :$) and I'll just upload when I have inspiration.
Dedication goes to whoever can figure out what movie Harry was quoting while threatening Niall. :)
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