Chapter 8: Out of My Depths
*Ashley's POV* - (just a reminder that her name's been changed. You can reread the other chapters to jog your memory)
I just sat there, open mouthed with wide eyes staring at Harry, also known as the devil brother in disguise.
But seriously!? 7 Minutes of Heaven?? Really??
You think that all these situations that you daydream about, which have literally -2% chance of happening, would be so nice to actually experience. When truly, it's hella awkward and embarrassing.
"Seriously Harry? Is this really necessary?" Niall whined.
Great. At least he could have slightly covered up his dislike. It would make this situation a whole lot easier to deal with. But no. Life and I don't have a very good relationship still.
"Jesus Christ!" I muttered under my breath.
"Jesus has nothing to do with this Ashley! Plus you're not even religious!" Harry countered, very proud of his comeback.
"And how do you know that? I could definitely be religious!" I shot back.
"Yes but today is Sunday so why aren't at church or something, huh missy?"
"Missy? Seriously? But I would not even be talking Mister Bipolar who has a necklace of a crucified Jesus with a Star of David on top of it!"
Harry opened this mouth to speak but I cut him off because I was on a roll! That was lame right? Yeah I'll be quiet now...
"Not to mention your Cross tattoo - which may I add in are all permanent, meaning they don't come off!
Blech! I hate tattoos!!
"But then you tweet about all these Jewish things and holidays, have a 'Who Can Be the Most Jewish' competition on twitter and congratulate a religious, Jewish school while wearing a cross. I mean I swear your gonna be Muslim tomorrow or Buddhist or something like that." I ranted breathlessly.
"I have to admit she's got a point mate." Niall pointed out, having to put his word in.
"Yeah well... I'm not...like...whatever." Harry dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"Harry are you sure you can't think of different dare that's slightly more comfortable for the both of us?" I said in what I hoped was a convincing voice, "Please?" I added for good measure.
Harry placed his forefinger and thumb on his chin as he pondered the meaning of my life and how it could be prevented from disaster. For example changing the dare! Great idea! What. A. Genius.
"Ok." he finally announced placing his hands together and under his chin, elbows resting on either knee, "I've decided to change the dare."
I silently clenched my hand into a fist and pulled my arm back in a 'Yes!' sort of gesture.
"You will now be locked in a bedroom,"
"Ok it's not too bad." I thought while waiting for the verdict of my dignity levels.
"You will be in that bedroom for 7 minutes where... You will..." - cue dramatic pause - "be doing 7 Minutes in Heaven!" Harry pronounced.
"What?!" Niall and I shouted simultaneously.
"You said you would change it!" I screamed
"You're a cruel, cruel person Harry." Niall followed.
"Hey hey hey," Harry said, waving his arms in and out to quieten us, "You said and I quote, 'dare that's slightly more comfortable for the both of us'. And I changed it so you were more comfortable than being in a cupboard and moved you into a comfy bedroom. Therefore I have slightly changed the dare to make it more comfortable for the both of you." He explained.
