I hear the same manly, British voice say, "Go away. I'm not interested in buying your Girl Scout cookies."
I let out a nervous laugh. "Erm...I'm not selling cookies. I-"
"Then what do you want?" the same voice says.
Darn! That voice sounds so famili...
✷Quote: "I've always wanted to be one of those people that didn't care much about what people thought of them, but I just don't think I am." -Harry Styles✷
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Here's what happened in the last chapter:
"Hey, it's not everyday when you have One Direction gives you a private concert inside your house..." Zayn assures.
"Yeah, but I was supposed to sing!" I squeal.
"Here...sing!" Harry-Butt exclaims, passing me the microphone-pillow.
"Erm...no thanks...you guys might think I suck..." I confirm.
"She sings great." Harry tells them. They all look at me. "SING! SING! SING! SING! SING!..."
I gulp, and take the microphone.
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✔Diana's POV✔
"So...erm...what song shall I sing for you guys?" I ask nervously.
They all shrug.
"Anything you want, love," answers Louis.
Gosh! Why does he call me that? I'm probably gonna melt like a popsicle in the summer...
I pick my one of favorite songs, which is pretty difficult because all their songs are my favorite songs.
"Um...I'm gonna pick 'Last First Kiss'." I finally say, gulping.
They all sit on my bed, waiting for me to play the song.
My phone starts playing "Best Song Ever", and I realize my sister is Face-Timing me. I gulp.
"Guys! Shut the heck up...I swear, if any of you guys talk, I'm gonna make you plead for mercy!" I exclaim.
They all get on the ground and on their knees.
"DIANA! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME!" Niall pleads.
"YES! DON'T BE CRUEL!" Liam begs.
"Well...I wouldn't mind you hitting me..." Harry says, smirking.
"I have been a very bad boy recently..." Zayn assures with a wink.
I roll my eyes. "I'm about to FaceTime my sister. She'd probably die if she saw you guys. So don't say a word..."
