Dream Or Reality?[In Editing]

16: Dreaming Whatever This is

Why the bloody hell did I say that?!?

I was blushing, looking at anything but him, the studio, the wires plugged everywhere, those fascinating blue-green eyes of Louis's-NO DON'T LOOK!

Too late.

"Miriam Mayana." He stated seriously, prodding my stomach with his finger, "Are you jealous??" He laughed.

Yes. "Nope." I fake-laughed back, "Me? Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

"Oh okay, I'll just go ask Kat where her friend, Anne-" He started off, though stopped immediately when I grabbed his arm to halt him. He turned triumphantly, smiling widely...till I punched his arm. Not that I couldn't reach higher, cause I totally can...-cough cough-

"Oww!" He whined, "First Felicity, then Liam and now you?? All of your punches are in the exact same spot!" He grumbled, rubbing his arm, pained expression set on his face.

I frowned at him in reply.

"What??"

"If you're trying to make me confess that I'm jealous, which I'm not," I lied again, and he raised his eyebrows, "Its not gonna work." I finished firmly.

"Your fingers are twitching." He pointed out, "Which means you're lying."

Heat spread on my face, and I clenched up my fist, "What? No I'm not!"

"You're blushing, which means you're lying again."

I turned away from him angrily, "I'm not having this conversation with you-"

"Nooo!" He whined, pulling me back with his hand.

A little too harshly though. I shrieked at the sudden force, and bumped into his chest, momentum pulling both of us down.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Harry laughed first, and soon everyone else was gathered around us, watching and laughing at our failing attempts to get up-due to the fact Harry would push us down again.

"Haha, thats so funny." Louis said in monotone, "Its so nice that we have such good friends!"

I grunted in acknowledgement, still trying to get up.

"I can't wait till you guys get married..." Harry teased, "Its gonna be soooo romantic with flowers and-"

I took the opening, pushing myself up quickly as Harry was distracted and pushed him harshly, "Who the bloody hell are you to decide who gets married with whom?" I snarled, "Who gave you the right huh??"

"Because the signs are so obvious?" Zayn said matter-of-factly, "I mean, the way you guys always do googly eyes with each other.."

Laughter rang out again, "Zayn, I swear if you don't shut up, Harry won't be the only one kicked." I warned him without turning to look.

Harry's face paled considerably, "K-kicked w-where?"

"Where the sun doesn't shine, where else?" Louis snapped, finally able to get up, "I don't know how many times you've pushed me to the ground today-"

"That doesn't matter!" I insisted, "The fact that he actually thinks we're gonna get married does!"

"Whats wrong with that statement...." I reddened once again as Louis mumbled what I think he just said.

Harry chuckled, "I heard that. See you DO want to-!"

"HOLY....!!" Harry's face scrunched up in pain as he bent over, groaning as his curls flopped dully on his forehead.

"Harry!" Gemma gasped, rushing forward to him, "Miriam!" She scolded.

"Yeah, 'cause you guys are getting married next." I sneered before walking out.