Bottomless Love // Harry Styles

Chapter 11

He had beautiful eyes

the kind you could get lost in

and I guess I did

 

             s.b

I slipped into the last article of clothing, a white crop top, and pulled my black shorts up on my hips.

I ran the towel over my damp hair one more time, before dropping the towel into the hamper, snatching my phone and leaving the bathroom.

"If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?" I sang loudly, considering no one was home, and skipped into my room.

A shriek fell from my mouth and my phone nearly slipped from my hold, when my eyes landed on Harry who was standing in the corner of my room with a bandana over his head, a different bandana covering his mouth and nose, so his eyes were the only think showing, while holding a nerf gun in his hands.

"What the hell Harry?!" I screamed, grabbing my chest where my heart would be. "I thought you were coming over in an hour?!"

"Put your hands up, where I could see them!" he directed snappishly, taking a step forward.

I rolled my eyes. "Harry wha-"

"I said now!" Harry shouted, pulling the trigger back and shooting my leg.

"It's a nerf gun Har, it's not going to kill me," I scoffed, tossing my phone onto my unmade bed.

Harry quirked his eyebrow. "Don't give me the audacity to shoot,"

I noticed the extra nerf gun on the bed, next to my phone, I glanced at Harry before diving onto my bed, holding the gun in my hand. "I can shoot you too," I added, a grin playing on my lips.

"This means war," he mumbled in a deep tone.

I giggled, sliding off the bed. I hid on the side of the bed, peeking my head up.

Harry shot the gun, the styrofoam bullet  flew right past my left ear.

I let out a girlish squeal, ducking under the bed.

The angelic sound of Harry's laughter sang through my ears, making me smile.

I slid the trigger back, hopping up, and shot Harry right in the chest. "HA YOU'RE DEAD!" I screamed, dancing around.

Harry took off the bandana that covered his face, tossing it helplessly to the floor. He aimed his gun at me, gazing right by shoulder. "You're dead too,"

I shook my head vigorously, hopping on the bed to grab more bullets. "No it missed,"

Harry gasped. "No it didn't! It hit you!"

I shook my head again. "NO!"

Harry tackled me down, making me fall back into the bed. He straddled my waist, aiming the gun at my face. "Admit it or I'll shoot you!"

I squealed, covering my face. "Harry get off of me you freak!"

"Brooke," Harry stated in a warning tone. "say it,"

"No," I huffed, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Harry sang before shooting bullets repeatedly at me.