Life With Mr. Malik (ON HOLD)

Chapter 14: Quirks And All

"Hey guys, this is Kelsey, my best friend." I addressed the lads of One Direction with a sweaty Kelsey right next to me. She started sweating the moment we entered the limousine Zayn sent for us and hasn't stopped since. Kelsey's like that when she's nervous. On rare occasions, she pees as well. I swear, one of the guys she tried hitting on compared her to a Chihuahua. 

Kelsey thrust out a hand almost too forcefully that she accidentally punched Harry in the stomach. He stifled what was almost a distinct howl of pain, massaging himself. 

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry." She cried.

Harry held up a hand. "No worries. This is nothing compared to Miles' punches."

I beg your pardon. My what?!

WELL. 

Harry sure has no problem with lying to make me look bad to people! That damned noodlehead. 

Kelsey laughed, glancing at me. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah." Harry replied with a grin. "I've got the bruises to prove it. Look. I've got one here and . . . here." He pointed to an area on his forearm then his inner left thigh. "And the biggest one, the most massive one's right . . .," he turned around and nearly pulled down the denim that covered his ass, "h—"

"OKAY, Kelsey and I would stay there," I cut him off before we saw what his jeans were meant to cover, pointing to the leather couch where Zayn always slept, "while you guys go and do your recording thing-a-ma-jiggy, okay?" Grabbing Kelsey by the wrist and right after I had led her inside the recording booth and sat her down, I looked at her with a taunting smile. 

She raised both her eyebrows. "What's up with your face?" 

"You fancy Harry." I squinted, my smile growing wider.

"Please"— She snorted, looking at anything and everything but my eyes —"He's cute but that's all. He’s not my type."

I shrugged, pushing my hair back. "Okay. So, I guess you wouldn't mind if I approached him and had him sit down next to you, right? Your skin would be in such close contact and everything will feel really warm, by the way. But like you said, you don’t feel a single thing about him so maybe I could call him right now? Will that be fine? Okay, silence means yes.” I pretended to walk towards the booth.

This got her to crack . . .

Just like I knew it would.

Kelsey's been my best friend for the longest time; I knew how to manipulate her. I mean, how do you think I manage to get straight As in Biology? I'm not saying I'm not smart but I'm not smart smart. I'm not Kelsey smart! That girl is the genius in this friendship. I feel like Patrick Star when I'm standing near her and she gets worked up on weird crap like Mitosis and Meiosis and nobody-cares-is.

Seriously, though?!

I DON'T CARE IF MY CELLS DIVIDE AS LONG AS THEY STAY INSIDE MY BODY WHERE THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

"Please don't tell Harry or Zayn or any of them I find Harry attractive. Please!" She begged, crushing my fingers with her grip. "I will not be able to let myself live that down if one of them ever finds out!"

"Relax," I said as I pried her fingers away. "I'm not telling anybody."

"Pinky swear."

I shook my head, sitting on my hands to keep her from making me. "No, I will not swear on a limb!"

"Pinky. Swear." She said, struggling to reach my fingers. I shook my head which was a humongous mistake because suddenly, Kelsey shoved me onto the floor and grabbed both my hands which I had immediately folded shut. We tackled each other on the booth's floor; Kelsey feeling aggravated.