Harry pushed me to the ground, falling on top of me, messing up my hair. A loogie hovered over my face as I cringed in horror. Harry Styles. What a punk. I tried to resist, by tickling his ribs, but he caught my hands and held them down to the ground.
"What are you gonna do it about it, Ky?" He giggled. I stared up at him, trying to read his face. I had never been able to beat him at wrestling, and I don't know why I even tried. He beat me every time without fail, with this move. I squirmed from left to write, and writhed as hard as I could, until he tipped. I sat on top of him, a look of triuamph on my face. My hair and make-up screamed otherwise, but I was used to the boys seeing me like this and, I had gotten over it years ago.
"Is that the look of defeat, Styles?" I said with a grin from ear to ear. His face was astonished yet he was smiling at the same time.
"Not defeat, just shock. I'm impressed Ky. Have you been practicing with the other boys?" He asked with that mischevous cheekiness. His smile showing his dimples, and making me blush slightly. He had a beautiful smile.
"Oh come on. You know I only wrestle with you." I laughed still sitting on top of him. I heard the door open, and didn't really mind, the boys were used to this.
"Oh hey there, hope we didn't interrupt anything!" Louis shouted over the other boys hooting laughter. Harry just grabbed my hands and lifted me off of him, and I stood up facing the other four boys.
"Don't be getting all jealous now boys. You know I'm up to wrestle with any of you. You're all just too chicken." I teased. But nobody replied, they just kind of looked around and then eyeballed Harry. It was really quite awkward and quiet. Which never happened. "Oooh how about we watch a movie?!" I asked to break the silence. They all agreed and plopped down on the couch. There was no room for me, so I just sat down on the floor in front of them. Holding the remote in my hand, I flipped through various covers.
"What should we watch boys?" I asked.
"A romantic comedy!" Niall shouted. Which was no surprise to anyone.
"I second that!" Harry said, kind of quietly, but still his cheeky self.
"Whatever you want to watch Kylie," Liam said with a smile. So I selected a movie that I had watched so many times at my own house, but not with the boys. I laughed way too much, as usual, and they all laughed at my giggly ways.
Half way through the movie, I asked Zayn to come be my pillow, and I watched the movie, with drooping eyes, trying so hard to stay awake. Then he started playing with my hair, and I was out like a light. Surrounded by my boys. The boys that every girl in the world wanted, and they were all mine. I didn't want to change a thing.
