Strong // Harry Styles

Chapter 8

Kim's POV:
it's well past 1 in the morning and it's now only Michael, Harry, Calum and myself still seated in the lounge, chatting and watching family fued.

"Hey," I hear a husky voice say as they nudge me a bit, "Look." Harry continues pointing towards a sleeping Calum.

"Let's get 'em." I say rising to my feet, walking to the kitchen grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water.

I begin walking back, seeing Harry watching me with a devilish smile on his face, matching my own.

Now Michael is in on this, rising from his seat next to Calum.

"3..2..1." I say in a whisper, then pouring the water all in Calum's face. He jumps up and falls hard into the ground.

An eruption of laughs fall from everyone's mouths, but Calum's.

I can't contain myself, and beginning practically crying from his expression. Calum's turns towards me now, and looks deep into my soul.

"Run." Is all I hear from his Aussie mouth before I'm being chased by the very wet boy.

"CALUM STOP IT!" I yell out of breath, ending up in their room they share.

"Ah, no way out now." Calum says, approaching me with murder in his eyes as Luke and Ashton are still sound asleep, Harry and Michael standing in the doorway watching, and myself being absolutely screwed.

I look around for a weapon, but it's so bloody messy that the only thing I can see is clothes.

Calum swings his arm to catch my waist but I run the other way, straight for Ashton's side of the room.

"ASH!" I yell, as I jump on top of him in his bed that's against the wall. I climb over him, now practically hiding behind him, pretty much spooning him.

"Wh-what the fu-ack." Is what I think Ashton says through his heavy accent.

"CAL CAL, NO!" Ash yells as Calum is now coming full steam ahead at us, dog piling on top of us, on Ashton's twin bed.

"AGH! You dick, get off of me!!" I plead, trying to push him off. His body felt and was a rock.

"Nope." Cal says nonchalantly, his wet body just laying ontop of us.

"Piss off!" Ashton says, giving him a huge shove that pushes him onto the wood floor.

I peek over Ashton's body not knowing if there would be round two; to see Calum laying flat on the floor, in defeat.

I smile to myself, in victory. My eyes wander up from the floor to see 3 boys, looking at us; 2 in somewhat amusement, 1 in shock.

"What?" I say climbing back over Ashton and shimmy my body down to the wood floor since the bed was rather high up.

"Does that make fight number 4 this week during the hours of 12am and 3am when I'm meant to be sleeping!" Luke cries, rubbing his blue eyes.

"Oh did I cut into nap time?" I say looking from Luke to Ashton.

"If I had a dollar for every time I've been woken up like that, I wouldn't have to be in this band." Ashton huffs, sitting up from his bed.

"I'm going to get you back, you do know that right." I hear Calum say from the floor redirecting my attention towards him and his toned stomach.

I look up from him and inspect the other boys upper halves too.

"Is Harry the only one here that actually can wear a shirt until he goes to bed?" I laugh out, not noticing till now.