Meeting One Direction

Chapter 11

Previously:

"What are you doing in my room?" a voice called from behind me.

Indieana:

What are you doing in my room?" I ask, surprise lacing it's way through my voice.

"I uh, thought this was the linen closet. Uh, I'm sorry. I'll be on my way now." he replies, his face flushing a dark shade of red.

He hastily walks away but before he can get too far from me, I tell him "You don't have to walk away, I can show you my room if you'd like." Before he can respond I realize how that could have been taken. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant that I could show you my room like my bed- I mean my posters...I'm just gonna shut my mouth now." I stop talking, not embarrassing myself anymore than I already have.

"I know what you mean Indieana." he smirks. "You were gonna make me work for that weren't you?" I remark, peeved. He gives me a sly smile.

"Just go find some sheets and spare me the embarrassment." I turn my back with a smile on my face showing I'm not bothered by the situation.

He saunters up to me and whips me around. He bends down to whisper in my ear "You'll have to give me a tour of your room sometime. I'd love to hear about your posters and everything in your room, especially that bed of yours." I feel his breath fan my cheek and I feel chills covering my body.

What.

The.

Heck.

My heart is racing, which I'm sure he can hear and my legs turn into jelly. I almost lean into him but catch myself at the last second. I don't need him to see that he has completely undone me.
I gather my jumble of emotions and step back. I look up at him and see his
eyes are a crystal blue looking deeply into my plain grey eyes.

"I'll get back to you on that." I answer breathily. With that, I turn around and walk back to my room. I clear a spot to lay on my bed and just think. I've never felt this way before. I have no idea what is going on inside of me. I debate if I should ask my mom about this but decide against it. I can handle this on my own.

I can't even remember why I came upstairs. I need to make dinner and tea! I get off my comfy bed and head downstairs.

Harry:

Hey Indie! Wait up." She stops and looks up from the bottom of the stairs.
My heart stops and speeds up when she gives me a smile. "Whatcha need Harry?" her sweet voice asks.

Why have I become such a poet around her? "I don't want to be upstairs with the boys right now. I'd rather hang out with you." I answer honestly. All Niall talks about is Indie and it's driving me crazy.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and I follow her wherever she's heading. We end up in the kitchen and she walks to the refrigerator and looks inside. She mumbles to herself and slams the fridge door shut. "What's wrong?" I question.

"I don't know how to make any of this stuff so I'm calling B-52 to order pizza." she replies. She grabs her phone and dials the pizza store. I'm about to tell her I can cook but the look on her face tells me she doesn't want to bother.

"Hi yes, I'd like to place an order for a large pizza. I'd like to have..." She looks at me and I don't know what she means. She huffs and says "What do you want on the pizza?" Oh. I shrug my shoulders and she walks away, heading to the stairs. She pulls the phone away from her face and yells "What do you guys want on your pizza?"

They yell back pepperoni and she tells the person on the line. "30 minutes? Alright thanks." she gives them her address and hangs up. LWould you like some tea Harry?" her attitude seems to change instantly, causing me to laugh.

"I'd love some."

"Why are you laughing?" she asks confusingly. She heads back to the kitchen and walks to the cupboard and pulls out some tea bags. "Well...Are you going to answer my question?" she asks me.

"Sorry, I was just laughing at something I remembered at a concert." I laugh at her because she is as cute as a button. She went from being stressed to relaxed in an instant. I'd like to think it was because of me because when she looked at me, she seemed to calm down. Like I'd ever tell her that.

"Oh. What happened?" she inquires. She's reaching for a mug in the top part of the cupboard and her shirt is riding up, exposing her back dimples. I gulp and look up at her hair. "Harry?"

"Yes?" I quickly reply so I won't think about what I want to do to her. "Will you get this coffee mug for me? Go ahead and grab yours too." she steps to the side and allows me to stand next to her.

I walk over and stand next to her, getting a whiff of her perfume. It smells like cinnamon apples. I get distracted while smelling her perfume and I knock over a glass cup. It shatters on the counter in front of us, sending shards everywhere. "Damn! Sorry Indie! Let me clean this up for you. I'm so sorr-"

"Ow." she interrupts, lifting her finger to her bottom lip and delicately touching it. She pulls back, a little bit of blood on her finger. I look at her lip and notice a scratch the size of a pinkie finger nail. "Indie! Are you okay?!" I ask, panicky.

"I think so..." she touches her finger to lip again and pulls her finger back, staring at it. "Let me take a look. Come closer so I can see." she steps closer and I put my fingers to her lips and examine the scratch.

I hear her intake of breath and smirk on the inside. I have an effect on her.
I bend down lower so that we are eye to eye and all of a sudden I want to kiss her.

Indieana:

I think I want to kiss Harry.

(hope you like it, fun to write it!!)