Silly Things Called Odds.

Tell Me A Lie.

Bella's P.O.V.

"Harry can you quite squirming around!" I hissed as I try to find the door knob in the closet.

I grabbed onto something, it was squishy. I heard Harry chuckled and felt his breath warm under my hand. "That's my nose" he laughed as he sounded funny.

"Sorry!" I said as I started searching higher and finally came to a light bulb.

I pulled the string and the light filled the closet.

"When I get out of here!" I said angrily punching a old stuff animal.

"Whoa! Calm it! Let's not hurt the poor thing anymore!" Harry said jokingly.

I glared at him.

"Is it really that bad for you to be in a closet with me?" He said in surprise.

"yes! you are so cocky and you think just because you're famous every girl you meet will fall in love with you!" I told him.

"...So you don't like me?" he said as he touched his chin "interesting,and why is that? I don't think I try to make the girls swoon over me, and I'm not that cocky come one give me a chance! we were okay yesterday!" he told me as he stood up and almost hit his head with the piece of cabinet.

"well, I just think if you at least tried not to flirt with every girl you see and maybe just maybe worried about other people instead if yourself, maybe I wouldn't mind being your friend..." I spoke as I stood up and started kicking the door, I felt arms wrapping around my waist pulling me away from the door.

"Harry let go!" I hissed.

"You might hurt yourself" he said in a husky voice.

I raised my eyebrow.

"You said to worry about other people, so I decided to worry about you" he grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess that's not good enough either huh?" he whispered.

I smirked.

"So...tell me about yourself" he smiled and forgot what just happened.

"Um..what do you wanna know?" I asked.

"I don't know...everything?" he gave me a sheepish smile.

"Well, My full name is Arabella Sophia Wright...um, I'm 16, I like Starbucks coffee and I like to sing as well! and--" I trailed off with stupid things about me.

"What about your parents?" he asked.

"Ah...my parents.." I took a deep breath "Well I don't quite remember my mum, she died when I was younger, but my father says I look just like her!" I smiled at the ground.

"And what does your father do?" he sounded so interested in my life.

"Well, my father owns apartment buildings around London" I told him.

"And Eleanor?" He kept asking questions.

"Oh, Eleanor, she's my best friend! Since year 4! of course she's only a year older than me but she is still legal so...she's my guardian! I smiled at the thought of my hopeless best friend.

"Sounds good!" He smiled.

Every time he'd smile the room would light up, I swear.

I look at my cellphone.

it's was 11:32pm.

Ugh! She was probably already asleep.

"Well might as well make yourself comfy" I told Harry as I threw a stuff animal at him, he looked at me confused but somewhat happy for whatever reason.