Our Little Secret {One Direction}

Chapter 8

-NORMAL P.O.V-

Zayn and Aubree come out of the closet laughing. They obviously didn't do anything in there because they're both in decently strong relationships. "Never cease to crack me up," she giggles, slapping Zayn playfully on the shoulder as they return to the group on the floor of the lounge.

"Zoeeee!" Katy cheers, passing me the snapback with various objects from each of the boys in it. "Close your eyes," she whispers, holding the cap in front of my hands as I dig into it. I move my hand through the cap, squinting my eyes shut as my fingers feel the objects. I bite my lip as I pull out a weird, soft, thin thing.

I open my eyes and look down at the colourful bracelet curled up in my palms, "HARRY!" I cheer, standing up as he takes my hand and leads me out of the room. I turn my head back as I walk through the doorway, everyone whistling behind us. Niall smiles back at me and sends me a small wink, I think they're all expecting Harry and I to get it on or something. No thanks. I mean he's nice and all but I'd much rather keep him in the friendzone. I look forward to the hallway in front of me, Harry smiles down at me, before opening the cloak closet door and waiting for me to go in. I sit down on the cold floor and scoot slightly to the side as Harry slides in behind me.

Louis walks up to the closet and looks down at us smirking, "Now it's only seven minutes," He says, as if he wished he could give us longer. "Don't try to fit in more than you can..." I roll my eyes as Louis closes the door shut, locking it from the outside. These boys are sick; I swear sex is the only thing that runs through their horny teenage minds. My eyes scan the dark area. It's practically black but there's enough light coming through the crack between the two closet doors to make out Harry's face and devilish grin. Oh God. Harry..? Out of all people I have to spend 7 whole minutes in here with him..?

"Ahhem" Harry coughs, clearing his throat. "So this is... interesting."

"I don't want to kiss you," I mumble, looking down at my shoes whilst playing with my nails grumpily.

"Well guess you got straight to the point..." he says sarcastically, leaning his head back against the wall.

"I just, I don't really know you that much..." There's a short awkward silence as we both stare into space, trying to figure out where to go next.

"So, let's change that?" he says, looking up at me with a small smile on his face.

"You serious?"

"Yea well, why not? We still have another six minutes so it'll give us something to talk about I guess..."

With hindsight I can now say that six minutes really isn't a long time to get to know someone. Especially as its kinda like three minutes each. Harry's not as cocky as I originally thought he was, he's actually really the opposite. I probably jumped to conclusions when I saw him hanging out with the football team and cheerleaders. I just assumed that if he floated around that crowd he'd surely be a dick. Well, he's not. We didn't have time to get into too many details but we spoke a lot about our childhood and school. Harry reckons I'll enjoy it a little more if I stopped being so serious. I don't think I'm serious. I'm not that serious, I'm not. I just do my homework. So I want to go well in school, there's nothing wrong with that. He also said I should hang out with him and his friends a bit, like during recess and stuff. I'm not so sure about that one though, I don't really want to mix with that crowd. I'd much rather hang out with Zayn or Liam.

When Louis opened the door seven minutes later I can confirm he was a little more than shocked to find us sitting on the floor with our clothes on. He looks at us weirdly as he tries to piece it together, "Did you even kiss at least?" He asks, staring at Harry astounded.

"Nope," I say, standing up and walking past Louis and back into the lounge. Zayn smirks at me as I enter the room, immediately starting sex noises to tick me off. "No, Zaynie..." I say, patting him on the shoulder as I sit down beside him. "I wouldn't even dream of it." He cocks his left eyebrow as he looks me up and down, staring at me intensely.

"Really?"

I shrug my shoulders and turn my focus back to the circle, "Not my type I guess," mumbling it softly under my breath so only those beside me could hear.

"Right, forgot. Blonde hair."

Niall smirks beside me, tuning into the conversation. "You remember that?" I ask, turning to face Zayn.

"It was like two days ago," he says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I roll my eyes and turn back around, leaning against the couch as my eyes scan the circle of people on the floor. I cross my arms over my chest as Niall shuffles closer to me and cups my ear, leaning up to me and whispering into it.

"So am I your type?" he asks, a cute glint of hope in his eyes.