19 Rules [on-going]

C h a p t e r 9

*A/N : haven't proof read it.*

“Liam, you do all the tents. Zayn, Niall and Harry go get some wood for a fire.” Louis started off, his hands on his hips as if he was in command now. His back was aligned upright, and his not-so-broad shoulders seemed stiff.

Everyone looked back at him and surprisingly, listened to the rest of his instructions and, then scattered away.

I waited for a minute to be assigned a job, but I wasn’t so I went back to lawn chair I had my eye on and lay on it. It took me no longer than five minutes to doze off, I blame the three hour car-ride.

“Hey, Leah. You awake? We’re making s’mores the traditional way – as you call it. And I don’t want you to miss out on it.” I could hear Harry perfectly, but my body refused to respond to him. As if drunk by my need to sleep, I couldn’t even manage hmm in response.

“I’ve got you one.” And those words made my eyes shoot open and almost launch at the rich, gooey heaven that he held between his fingers.

He chuckled at my child-like craving for chocolate and marshmallows, but I couldn't care less.

“You guys still making them?”

“Yeah,” he held out his hand for me to grab, and led me to the camp fire. The flames had tiny sparks in them, and I jumped hearing a bursting sound.

And the bursting didn’t stop.

“I think our camp fire is coming to life,” I say, a bit uneasy and confused looking at everyone ignoring the sounds.

“Nah, Haley accidently dropped a pack of crackers in by mistake. It’s been going off from about ten minutes, we think it’s safe enough for us to settle around it now.” Explains CeCe.

I glance over to Haley, only to find her pondering on the s’mores she had just made. I laugh to myself. She’s still the silly little kid she’s always been.

“Here you go,” Harry says, handing me a long and thin wire sort of thing. I smile and take it from him. I look around and then make eye-contact with a happy Dustin. He pats the spot next to him, and I skip over to it and settle down.

But as I sit down, I tip over to the opposite side and land hard on my butt.

“You okay?” Dustin enquires, through the bursts of laughter.

“Yeah, I underestimated how thin this log was,” I rub my butt covertly, and settle down again.

“How did you manage to pull that off?” Harry questions me, and I just give him the stink eye.

The only defense I have, is that I’m a born klutz.

Dustin keeps two graham crackers - one with a piece of chocolate on - in his hands, while I melt a marshmallow.

I place the hot marshmallow in between the crackers and take it from his hands.

“AH! HOT! HOT! HOT!” I exclaim, jumping up as the melted marshmallow burns my tongue. I spit it out and scavenge around for water.

And instead of helping, everyone else laughs at my expense.

I lay next to Haley, and listen to her loud breaths. Her nose is probably blocked, because I see her mouth is left open and her breaths are quite prominent.

I think about her, how happy she seems with Niall. Though they’ve hardly spent time together, they seem really happen in each other’s presence. That’s what really matters right?

My thoughts are interrupted by her senseless murmurs. I withhold my giggles in an attempt to maintain the silence. But I do a horrible job at it.

She wakes up, and shoots herself in sitting position, alarmed by the noise I had created.