Hello, Mr. Impossible

Chapter 2

I whip my head and all I can hear is the bursting of laughter. I flinch at the sound and turn slightly towards them. Next to me is a blonde boy, and next to him is a boy with curly brown hair, but I can easily tell it isn't Harry. And next to him is Harry who is laughing so hard tears are streaming down his cheeks.

Driving is a guy with sleek brown hair, and in the passenger's seat is a guy with jet black hair and huge eyes that screamed, 'hot!' I glared at each one for laughing, but my face softened and twisted in confusement.

"What is everyone laughing about?" I ask, and the roar of laughter grows so loud I nearly have to cover my ears.

"Did you see... her face..." wheezes the blonde boy who is doubled over laughing his guts out.

I easily shove him into the other curly brunette who goes flying into Harry. I peer to the side and see Harry's face shoved into the window and I break into a hysteric laughter that causes everyone to stare at me funny, but in seconds they're all laughing again.

Once we all calm ourselves down, I give them an odd look again. These guys looked vaguely familiar. Who were they again...?

I gasp out loud.

"What is it?!" shrieks the driver with the Justin Bieber hair, and he flies into the other lane and back into the correct one. Everyone goes flailing to the right and this time it's me smacking the window with a loud thud.

Karmas a bitch.

Harry starts laughing and I shoot him a glare and he clamps his mouth shut, and pretends to be looking out the window curiously.

"Um, is there a reason you gasped?" asks the driver, who is looking back at me instead of the road.

"One, you should probably be watching the road because theres a stop sign and if you dont stop were all going to die." I say bluntly, as if there were better topics to discuss.

The driver slams the breaks and my head connects with the passenger seat. Once we come to a complete stop I rub my aching ego and mutter under my breath about how bad of a driver he is.

"Mind getting someone else to drive?" I say, looking around for any volunteer's.

"That's a good idea. Louis isn't exactly the most 'experienced' driver around.." says Harry.

Louis pulls over and exchanges seats with Harry.

"I'm not sure whether I’m scared or relieved." I mumble, and the guys start laughing lightly.

"What's so funny?" I ask; aggravated.

"You." laughs the Blondie, who places a hand on my thigh still laughing; head bobbing back and forth.

"Oh, uh... er... Thank you?" my voice gets pitchy at the end.

The Blondie flashes a naive smile.

I hold each one of the guys gazes, realizing one thing.

Damn, their hot.

"Err, Harry? Mind, uh, introducing me to your pals?" I ask with a lopsided half grin.

Before he can speak, the one with the curly hair speaks. "Harry, this is getting sick. She's the eighth one you've introduced us to this week."

My eyes widen.

"It's only Tuesday.........." I say slowly, processing what the cute curly haired boy said.

"Exactly." says the one with the jet black hair.

Harry's cheeks flush red. "That was a little bit too personal to say out loud." he says through grinding teeth.