Deadly Rose

Chapter 15: Harry

When we walked into the penthouse, Niall was pacing back and forth. Jazlyn glanced up at me, grabbed her bags, and walked upstairs. I walked toward Niall and he stopped pacing.

“Is everything alright?” I asked him as he sat down. “Is it Angelina? Where is she?”

“No, I mean, it is Angelina, but she is alright. She's out with Liam and the others.”

“Then, what's wrong?”

“One month is Angelina's six hundredth,” Niall informed me. “I want to do something special on that day for her.”

“Like what?”

“Before we found out that we were going to be separated, I was going to throw her a ball for her one hundredth birthday. Since I wasn't with her for five hundred years, I wanted to do it for her now. I want to surprise her.”

“Is it safe to do it?”

Niall nodded, “I will handle all the arrangements. I need you to make sure she doesn't find out.”

I groaned, “Why do I always have to keep secrets?”

“This is harmless. No one will be killed or harmed if this secret is being kept.”

There was a muffled sound of arguing coming from outside that made Niall and I stand up. The door slammed open and the arguments' volume increased.

“I don't think there is anything wrong with it!” Louis announced.

“Maybe to you, Louis, but I have a problem with it.” Angelina threw her jacket on a table near her and kissed Niall on the cheek before she dropped down on the couch.

“It's not even for that long!”

“No!”

“What's going on?” I asked them. “What happened this time?”

Liam sat down on the couch next to Angelina. “Louis wants to go camping, but Angelina is saying no to it and we know what happens when Louis doesn't get what he wants.”

“I don't see the big deal!”

Zayn shot Louis a look that was hinting something and then nudged his head at Angelina. “This one isn't the camping material. Picturing this one to go camping is like making her wear sneakers, jeans, and a regular shirt. It's not natural.”

“What the hell is wrong with my fashion?” Angelina looked at us. “I have been hearing nonstop nonsense about what I like to wear. What's the big deal with this now?”

“It's not a big deal,” Louis shrugged. “You're just too girly and high maintenance. I guess that's why you don't want to go camping. You don't want to get your shoes dirty. I know that Jazlyn would enjoy going camping with us. Right, Harry?” Louis looked at me.

“Did you just call me high maintenance?” Angelina gaped at Louis.

Louis placed his feet on the coffee table. “Yes I did, and don’t forget too girly.”

Her glare became stronger. “Get your feet off the table,” she pushed Louis' feet away.

“Why? Can't handle all the dirt that's on my shoes?” Louis nudged my arm. “This is why she can't handle camping with us.”

“I'll show you.” Angelina got up and grabbed Niall. “Pack up tomorrow for camping!” she ordered as they went upstairs.

Louis had a smug smirk on his face, “And that's how it's done.” He patted Liam, Zayn, and me on the shoulder and walked upstairs to his room.