My Four-Days Love Story - Harry Styles

17. That Moment When You Go Hahahahaoooshit!

Song for the chapter: Avril Lavigne -Sippin' On Sunshine

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'Wake up!' I swear I am hating this voice more and more everyday 'Wake up or I'm gonna post this on my facebook and you guys can gather yourself some shippers' and it made me throw off the covers and sit up on the bed. And there goes the "perfectly peaceful nap" I had promised myself after the make-out with Harry in the shower. Although, my mind had been perfectly at ease, giddy and cheerful after the shower, the same could not be said about my bottle of shampoo. I had to use up more than half of it to get sufficient amount on all his curls.

'You know what, Lou? I'm gonna call Cleo's dad and tell him that you're a player, your eyebrow is pierced, you have a tattoo on your face and you smoke weed' I crossed my arms across my chest. Not in annoyance. But because fifty nine percent of my boobs were visible in the black bra.

'And that won't be a turn on for her?' he smirked.

'Oh yeahhhh, it will! She's gonna be so turned on, she'll kick you in the balls with spiked boots'

'Ouch' he flinched, closing his legs together and that had to be the moment when Harry needed to wake up. Peeking with an eye open, he closed it again, turning over.

'Marvellous' he mumbled 'It's been four days and my girlfriend's already getting stolen'

'What can I say?' Louis sighed 'I have two dicks'

'That form a "V"' he muttered 'V for vagin—'

'Can we stop this?' I sighed.

Louis suddenly burst out singing 'Can we stop this for a minute, you know...I can tell that your heart isn't in it. Or with it'

'Is that even a song?'

'Yeah it is!' Harry sat up with a defensive look in his face 'In a parallel universe, a very parallel universe, I am a rockstar! And that is my hit song and my fans are scattered all over the world and each one of them can use the facility my great management provides to get it on with me in my massive tour bus' my eyebrows flicked up.

'And Louis knows that song because? Is he a fan too? Perhaps he "get's it on" with you in your massive tour bus?'

'Oh, no' he scoffed, flapping his hand as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world 'See, I perform in very large stadiums'

'Oh?'

'And that's how he knows it'

'So, he is apparently a stadium-enthusiast'

'No, he's a janitor'

Louis sucked in an exaggerated breath 'Harold! How could you?!' he fake sobbed 'How can you just abandon us?! Forget about us! What about our son?!'

'What son?'

'Ishmael!'

'Which one is that?'

'The one who never calls you anymore!'

'Ohhhh, that one' I sighed, getting up and climbing out of the bed, towards the bathroom 'Where are you going?'

'I can't be involved in a domestic feud'

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As I started dressing up for leaving for the reception, Harry walked out of the bathroom in only a towel wrapped around his waist and I have never hated a towel more in my life. And when a water droplet rolled down the inked butterfly, I was so ready to get into his tour bus in the parallel universe. I was just standing there, lips parted, waiting for him to say something. Hopefully "c'mere". And he did. But not "c'mere" 'Can I borrow your curler?' my eyebrows raised in the slowest motion they ever have and I wondered if gravity did not work on eyebrows.