Protecting One Direction

Chapter 11 - Bipolar Behaviour

I go down the stairs to check out who was at the door. I looked through the peephole to see a brunette guy standing on the welcome mat.

He was looking down, so I could not see his face. He knocks once again and this time his face was seen. Its Preston. He looked so tumblr? He had ripped up black leggings, matched with a plain white shirt with folded up sleeves. Before he could knock, I open the door.

"Hey, where'd you go?" I ask before he could greet me.

"Out. After I changed, I realised that my closet wasn't full enough, so I bought clothes," He explained as he lift up his the shopping bags he was holding.

"Okay.. but you should have told me! What if something bad happens to you!" I blabbered on with my motherly senses. I still had to treat him like a baby after all these years.

"At least I'm safe now," he calmly replied.  I sigh.

"Okay that's great. So, what do you plan to do now?"

"Watch movies? I'm tired."

"Okay, I'll go get changed first, then take the popcorn."

~

Turns out, there's a theatre in the basement. There's a basement?! There are so much more to explore here.

There was walls of mirror leading to the theatre door. I checked myself out as always. I was wearing a very oversized mickey mouse dress sweater with a pair transculent leggings.

My phone suddenly vibrated in my hands. Its Harry who texted.

From Harreh ♥:

wanna hang? im bored :(

To Harreh ♥:

haha, okays! im at the theatre now, gg to watch maleficent :3

From Harreh ♥:

is it just me and u? ;)

To Harreh  ♥:

with pre-stone
preston*
hehe

From Harreh♥:

oh ok. haha see ya there boo :)

Sometimes, I think that Harry actually likes me. But then again, its so unpredictable with these gang of guys. I am the only girl here so what do you expect?

I stretch my arms to pull the door, it was an all red cinema with awesome sound systems and such.

"Damn, this is sweet!" I squealed in delight.

"Smells so much better than the ones in Manchester!" Preston exclaimed.

Our hometown was there and most Saturdays we would go there to watch the latest movies. It stank there, it was like they hid bodies there or something!

"Yeah, so how did you switch on the lights and the system?"

"I figured it all myself!"

"Really?"

"The switches was all labelled."

I roll my eyes. Typical Preston. At this moment, Harry came in with more tibits in hand; some vitamin water bottles and more popcorn.

"I don't like those drinks," Preston said.

"Well, I can go get something else for you," Harry replied back politely.

"No, its fine. You don't hate it right?" I said to both Harry and Preston.

"But I said no," Preston said with gritted teeth. Woah, what happened? Its just an effing drink!

"Hey hey, I thought you were okay with it? You drink it all the time with Kayla."

"Don't mention her fucking name."

"Okay, okay. Just stop acting like this please. Its only vitamin.."

"That's it, I'm outta here." As soon as he finished his sentence he stormed out of the room.

"Why does Preston overreact to everything?" I rubbed my temples to show how stressed out by my bipolar cousin.

"Hey hey hey, don't cry." Harry started wiping the tears that were rolling down my cheeks. I did not even realised I was tearing up before I started talking.

He embraced me into hug. His cologne scent smelled like the axe deodorant Preston used.

I could stop myself from crying, I hated myself for not taking care of Preston well enough.

"Its not your dear, don't cry. It makes you look ugly." Harry laughed, thinking it could make me happy.

"Let's not watch Maleficent for now. Come, I'm bringing you somewhere." 

*Harry's POV*

 I felt as if I was her older brother, bringing her my comfort area. The place that always relaxes me is always the recording studio. I heard from Edward that Grace could really sing beautifully. He described it as 'R&B and urban pop'.

Once we reached the place, I realised she was not hiccuping and crying already. "So this is where you chill out," said Grace.

"Yeah, I usually write out my feelings and ya know, the usual singing of songs," I continue to taunt her to sing for me. "You wanna try singing?"

"Erm.. not so sure." Her voice clearly stated she was uncertain.

"C'mon, it'll be like karaoke, it'll be fun!" I tried encouraging further.

"Okay, but I get to choose the song."

~

"Just the way you... are," Grace sang the last part of the Bruno Mars song.

Even though she looked tired and moody, she managed to shoot a wide grin at the end. She seemed so professional with the headphones and the condenser mic.

"That was beyond wonderful!" I complimented her as soon the instrumentals were gone.

"Haha, yeah. Thanks, I guess." She was still the shy individual, just like Zayn. She can hit the high notes as well as Zayn, she can be introverted like Zayn too.

"So, now you're cooled down. Maleficent?"

"Okay. Let's go up."

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ugh i suck at this fanfic writing

anyway, i feel as if this  is just a filler chapter i'll try to post another chapter bleh

zayn and perrie look so cute tgt in perrie's instagram *-*

idk what to say anymore so
zai jian (bye in chinese) boba pearls
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-Hannah ♥