Chapter 10: Definitely Hotter In Person
Brookie’s POV
(1 month later…sorry for skipping so much time :P)
The past month had been drama free luckily enough. I still got a bit of hate but I knew how to deal with it now. Just ignore them, Dani, Eleanor and Perrie had all told me to do that. It definitely worked. I was quite depressed at first but I rose above it and now I feel fine! I still get the rush from performing and love it! I hadn’t seen Harry for a month but we talk a lot. I really miss him. Me and Calum were becoming best friends, he was really nice and we got on like a house on fire. Michael was my gaming buddy and Luke was my youtubing and twitcam buddy. Ashton still flirted with me a bit and it was kind of awkward. He was really sweet though. Gemma and me were like sisters, her being the older one. We fought about the stupidest things but in the end we always made up. Today was my 19th birthday and we didn’t have a performance so I was really happy about that. I was slightly awake but kind of asleep. It was about 10 am. I suddenly heard my door creak open so I closed my eyes and stayed still, pretending to be asleep.
“Happy birthday baby” I heard a raspy voice say to me. I whipped open my eyes and saw a pair of emerald green ones stare back at me.
“HARRY!” I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him. I was so happy he was here, I missed him so much. This was possibly the best birthday present ever.
“Hey babe” He replied. He was definitely hotter in person, no doubt about that. His chocolate brown hair, his fringe pushed back up his head, his scruffy curls, his green eyes that lure me in, his full pink lips that make me want to just kiss him all day, his-
“Brookie? I know I’m beautiful but you don’t need to check me out” He said cheekily with a wink. I just glared at him and turned around pretending to go back to sleep. He was trying to convince me to get up but I just closed my eyes. Then he started tickling me. I am the most ticklish person in the world. He got on top of me (a/n ;) me and my dirty mind) and started tickling me. I was gasping for breath (a/n this all sound extremely wrong and dirty sorry bout this).
“HARRY STOP IT!” I was squealing and laughing so hard that tears were rolling down my cheeks.
“I’ll only stop if you say ‘Harry is the sexiest person alive, he is amazing, no one is better than him, I just want to make out with him forever!” He was laughing at this time making it even harder for me to stop.
“FINE, FINE YOU WIN.” I screamed out inbetween squeals, gasps and laughs.
“No you have to say it. Fine I’ll shorten it. Harry is the sexiest person alive and I want to make out with him forever? Is that better?”
“FINE. Harry is the sexiest person alive and I want to make out with him forever.” He suddenly stops tickling me, letting me catch my breath.
“Well I don’t know if we can make out forever but we sure as hell can make out for a while.” Without warning, he smashed his lips onto mine. We had only kissed about 3 times before but each time was better than the last. Our lips moved perfectly in sync. It was perfect. I always read fanfics and stuff and heard about ‘the spark’ that you feel when you kiss or touch someone you love. That was complete bullshit. I didn’t feel any spark but I swear I was in love with Harry. He slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth and roamed around. I hadn’t really had any real relationships, just little cute ones with a few little pecks on the lips so this was new to me. Harry was a lot more experienced and for some reason I loved. He was still on top of me after the whole tickling incident. His arms were holding me down and if anyone were to walk in right now, this would look extremely wrong. Speak of the devils. The door burst open and Gemma, Lily, my band, 5SOS, the one direction boys and girls all burst in the door screaming ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’ As soon as they walked in their facial expressions changed straight away. Most of them were smirking at us, Liam, Danielle, Calum, Gemma and Lottie all looked embarrassed. But the one person whose expression I couldn’t really work out was Ashton’s. He looked angry and upset, pain stricken and embarrassed. Urgh I know he can be nice at times but he still confuses me.
