Gotta Be You

Chapter 4

We piled into Harrys car and I sat in the back, leaving the two buddies up front. We were quiet for a few minutes until Louis spoke up, "What's your favorite color?"

"Um, teal, whats yours?" I asked since he asked me.

"I like red," he smiled and Harry looked back and forth between us.

I caught on that Harry wanted one of us to ask him and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay what's yours Harry?" I gave him a knowing look as he looked at me in the mirror.

"I like blue thanks for asking," he replied, smiling.

That boy.

"How about we play 21 questions with three people, so two people will ask one person a question." Harry suggested and I nodded, however with my experience in this game, it always goes bad.

I mean it usually only happens when I'm talking to a guy; it starts out like what's your favorite color, then it's what's your favorite sexual position. Boys are tiring honestly, I don't have time for their shit like that.

"Sure," Louis held out and they both looked back at me for my approval.

"I don't mind," I shrugged and began to scroll through Twitter on my phone.

I laughed to myself about a few tweets before paying attention to the boys again.

"Who's first?" Harry asked no one in particular and I didn't want to be first, so I jumped on this question.

"You guys pick a number 1-10 and I'll tell you who gets asked first." I ordered and they nodded at me.

"Seven," Harry instantly said and I rolled my eyes.

Of course he'd pick seven, the one number everyone else always picks.

"Four," Louis answered and crossed his fingers.

My number was actually four and I smiled, I guess great minds think alike.

"So what are we going to ask Harry?" I laughed and Harry groaned.

Louis whipped out his phone and unlocked it, I watched as he went to his contacts and furrowed my eyebrows.

"What's your number?"

"Um why?" I questioned, confused as hell.

"We have to text to see what we ask him." He said as if it were obvious and snatched my phone.

I was about to protest when I saw he was just copying my number. I patiently waited for him to give it back, and I noticed Harry staring at me in the mirror. I felt chills go through me and I looked back down at my phone in Louis' hands.

"I'll text you, hold on." Louis handed me back my phone and licked his lips, typing away on his own.

My phone buzzed and sure enough his contact was there under Louis :)))). I shook my head and swiped across on the message so I could reply.

Louis - what do we ask him?

idk you know everything so what do you not know or want me to know?

Louis - I've got the perfect thing

"Harry we have conjured up the question," Louis announced formally to him and I laughed in the backseat.