Who Do I Pick (One Direction)

Adventures With Curly

(A/N) hey guys, I admit I was thinking of deleting this story, but thought I'd better not, because it isn't fair to start a book and not finish it so I'll try to finish it. Tell me what you guys think? Finish or cease to exist? Sorry for not being active, I've been working on other works.

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A blatant knock wakes me from my slumper. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and with a groan, I head downstairs.

I look into the peep and see a mop of curls and nothing else.

Oh who could that be?

I open the door absentmindedly.

"Get dressed Ceci! We're going on a road trip!"

I slam the door on Harry, turn and head to my room to sleep some more.

"I won't leave until you agree!" I hear him sing-song from the other side of the door.

Once I realize he'll keep true to his words, I storm back to the door, open it, and yank him in.

"Listen here you self-centered, narcissistic, egotistical, asshole. Anything that happened between us was a mistake. It was stupid mistake from my part. I should hate you but if I'm being honest I just hate myself for stooping that low to even acknowledge doing anything with you." I spat.

Guilt.

It's the only thing swimming in his eyes. And I don't know if it's my imagination, but I see a peck of hurt. He should feel guilty.

"Is that all?" He inquires.

"And....and you have slug-like lips!" With that, and his offended look, I push him out and lock the door.

"Oh c'mon Ceci! Please." I hear a pout in his voice. Is he pouting?! I curse myself for wanting to confirm my thoughts. I dash the door open and my suspicions are true. His lower lip is jutted out in a way that can only be described as . . . disturbing to the human eye. Nice save. I grimace.

"Go away, leech!"

"No." He protests, stomping on his foot, crossing his arms on his chest, and pouting like an infant. The right corner of my mouth twitches, but I don't smile.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Aucun."

"er...yes...?" It's a question from my lips.

"Aon."

"Potato?"

"Yes."

"Ha! You said yes now you have to leave Curly!"

"Fine." He mutters in defeat. I smile a bright smile. It's refreshing. "On one condition." Why do I try?

"Shoot." I mutter, wanting to get this over with.

"No! That's illegal!"

"Harry, so god help me, I am going to-"

"I kid! I kid! Jeez. Can't even take a joke." I roll my eyes at his dimwittedness. "Ok my favor is . . . come with me-"

"No."

"You didn't even-"

"No."

"Can you-"

"No."

He opens his mouth about to say something, as do I; to say no. But before either of us say anything, he clamps his hand over my mouth.

"Shut up." Harry cries, exasperated.