I paced the room.
Does it make me a slut that I did that?
No…you just wanted a little fun.
Or a little of what I wanted.
I groaned out loud.
I decided to call someone who could make me laugh. School got out half an hour ago so no doubt he was at home.
“Hello?”
“Hey Niall.” I sat on my bed.
“Hey Em.” He greeted.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating.”
“Shocker.” I laughed.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing. Needed a laugh.”
“Why not call Louis then?”
“I’m pretty sure Louis’s still pissed at me.”
“Why would he still be pissed off?”
“Because Harry said I kissed him and I didn’t kiss Louis.”
“Were you supposed to kiss Louis? If so where’s my kiss?” he chuckled.
“Shut up leprechaun. No it’s just when I went on that date with Louis I never kissed him. So I believe he got pissed when he found out I kissed Harry.”
“So…you did kiss Harry?”
“Once! Not five times.”
Well…the count is at least three now.
Shut up me!
“What’s the big deal? You like Harold.”
“I know.” I mumbled.
“Why don’t you talk to him?”
“I can’t do that.” I played with my hair.
“Why not?”
“Because I made out with him.” I mumbled.
“Well what’d you do that for?!” He yelled.
“I don’t know why do you eat like crazy!” I hissed.
“Good point. I think you should go out with Harry honestly.”
“I called you for a laugh not relationship advice.” I retorted.
“Too bad. Now go. I have to be ready in…turdy seven minutes.”
I laughed.
“Later leprechaun.” I hung up.
I walked over to my window as something caught my eye.
“A walkie-talkie?”
I pulled the note from it.
‘Took you long enough. Press the red button on the side and I’ll be there. Xoxo- Harry.’
I sighed and pressed the red button.
“You there idiot?”
“Course babe. What’s up?” He looked out his window.
Yup, our windows were both right in front of each other’s, looking into the other’s room.
“I wanna talk.”
He furrowed his eyebrows.
“About?”
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Protecting Emily
FanfictionBlame Styles. I mean, I don't blame Harry for the death of my mother or sister or the fact I had a few psychotic boyfriends back then... But I blame him for everything else. I blame him for always trying to "protect me". I blame him for always makin...