One Direction And Another?

Harry-A Plushie Pushover

“Harry, could you swap places with Louis please?” I blink.

“Huh?” John looks at me weirdly.

“Swap. With Louis. Stand next to Keirall. Got it?” Oh. Right.

“Sorry,” I say, as I swap with Louis as requested and grin sheepishly at Keirall “I was…in a daze,”

“Oh really,” says Louis, a cheeky smile emerging on his face “How so, Harold?”

“Harold? Is that really the best you can do, Boo Bear?”

“Boo Bear?” asks Keirall curiously. I smile mischievously at her as the other guys giggle amongst themselves.

“Boo Bear is little Louis here’s nickname from his childhood years. A fan decided to bring it up at one of our radio interviews, so we’ve been teasing him about it ever since!”

Keirall smiles and shakes her head at the ground, her hair hiding some of her face as she whispers something under her breath. God, she looks pretty doing that, I think to myself. She looks back up and leans on Zayn behind her, and I can tell he’s chuffed she’s leaning on him. Its funny how we’re all taller than her, especially Niall, who is pretty much a leprechaun compared to the rest of us. But Niall just beats her height-wise, so yeah.

“Aw, c’mon Harry, surely you’re old enough to make up some ridiculous nickname to tease Louis with?” She teases, then laughs and gives Louis a hug to show no hard feelings. Suddenly, she looks at the camera “Hey! Are you filming?”

John grins at her.

“Don’t worry, you’re a natural!” Keirall glares at him “Ok, ok, I’ll stop it now and get on to the photos…Smile!”

We get back into our original positions and grin into the camera, Keirall’s arm around my shoulder casually. In between shots I glance at her, and her smile is one of the prettiest I’ve ever seen. I won’t understand it if all the fans don’t like her-accept her, more like. They definitely didn’t accept Kayla, but that was because she was a bitch…

“Hey, would you guys like to get into some more varied positions now? Like…A pile up or something?”

Oh yeah, I think dirtily, a nice ‘ole pile up would be brilliant…

I wink at Keirall cheekily, and she grins and winks back, obviously getting the same dirty thoughts as me. Well this is going to be fun…

“I guess it depends,” I say, my eyes not leaving Keirall as I speak “What do you think, Keirall?”

“I think,” She says, looking back into my eyes before smiling at John “That a pile up would be preferable to photograph, as it implies the comfort and ease I reflect among my fellow band members,”

The blank looks on the other guys’ faces showed that I wasn’t the only one confused by this sudden knowledgeable outburst from Keirall. I can particularly tell that Niall is having a hard time trying to understand her more-sophisticated-than-normal sentence, as his face screws up slightly before going back to blank and clueless, like the rest of us. Finally, Keirall lets out a reassuring laugh at our empty faces.

“That means yes, of course! Oh, your faces were priceless!” She giggles, her eyes glittering mischievously.

“Not as priceless as your face,” I say, and she barely has time to change expression before I pummel into her, driving her to the ground.

“Pile up!” Yells Louis, and they all dive on top of Keirall and I, but their slow reaction results in enough time for us to just roll out of the way before they fall painfully onto the white floor.

“Guys! Guys, be careful will you? We don’t want Keirall here to have any broken bones before you’re even released your single with her not to mention an album and tour,” John looks at me, and I can tell from the laugh he’s trying to hide that he’s finding it pretty funny too “Got that Harry?”

“Yeah,” I reply, and start to get up.

“No, no, wait! This position’s perfect! Don’t move!” He says suddenly, and starts snapping pics a-hundred-a-minute “Keep going! Play around, whatever! This is gonna be great!”

I laugh at John’s sudden change from casual guy to hyper photographer, and follow his directions by grabbing a random rubber duck from the side and lobbing it at Zayn.

“Oy, man! Whatcha doin’ Harry!” Yells Zayn, grabbing a big plush toy and attempting to throw it at me, but hitting Liam instead. In moments(song title quoting unintentional), there is a fully fledged throwing war, Keirall, Liam and I against Niall and Zayn. Of course, our side is winning, and not just because of the fact it’s three against two, either. Liam is really good at throwing(a point he proved in our first tour, when we all had to throw snowballs into the audience and he managed to get one to the back row), and Keirall seemed to have a talent of catching things lightening-fast. As for me...well…I hit hard, so I guess I throw hard too.

A rather painful blow-up club thwacks me in the face, waking me up from my little mind-thing.

“Owww!! Who threw that?” I cry, determined to get revenge. Keirall shrugs, but I can tell by her grin that she’s the culprit.

“You need waking up, Mister Styles. It seems you’re a little-” Dramatic pause “Tired this morning,”

Louis and Niall burst into giggles, and flashbacks from the previous night flow into my mind. Oh, they couldn’t have told her, could they? I think to myself worriedly.  They wouldn’t be so cruel to have…

“And that’s a wrap!” exclaims John confidently, saving my poor regretful butt from further humiliation(note to self: thank that guy!) “Let’s have some single shots of Keirall now. Boys, you can go into the other room until I call you,”

I speed to the door, Louis and Niall(along with their stupid giggling faces) following along closely behind. As soon as we’re out of sight to Keirall, I turn on them, glaring.

“You idiots! You didn’t tell her, right??” They exchange quick sneaky glances.

“Maybe,” says Louis, his grin widening “Or maybe not,”

I groan loudly before pushing their both into one of the sofas.

“I am so gonna kill you guys…”

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Hiya fellow Directioners!(or the odd  person I have forced to read this fanfic-otherwise known as my friends :P)

Hope you like this chapter, it was kinda hard to type as Harry’s POV is weird and I haven’t thought like Harry as much as I have the other guys, so I hope it’s up to y’all standards!

I’ve also been feeling a bit bored at how little comments there have been, so I’m gonna give you some questions:

Who is Kayla?

What do you think did Harry do the night before?

And whom, in your opinion, is most likely to get with Keirall?

Comment and vote! Thanks! XD