My Dimpled Prince Charming (Harry Styles)

Chapter 25

Gabriela's POV

After a long exhausting week, here I am, sitting near my desk and doing important things like, oh I don't know, like nothing!

I tapped my pencil on my desk and blew on the papers of my notebook for boredom. The wind is just silently blowing from my window and talking silently to me, I'm too shy to repond, though. The weather is perfect for an outdoor game.

But that's just the thing, I have no one to play with. Jake is playing with MY waveboard with Dad, I mean who does that? Lindy is hanging out with Niall at who knows where. Emma and Chris were out of town with their parents. Rainelle is in a family meeting, again. I bet she's bored to death. Liam is with Danielle and Zayn is with Perrie, I've met them a few days ago. I should just probably call Giselle.

After a few rings, I heard her sweet voice through my phone. Her voice sounds so exciting, though, I now wonder why.

"Hey, Gabsy!" I could almost imagine the happiness in her face. Eyes almost closed, shoulders up and wide smile from ear to ear.

"Gabsy? What the hell! Is that a new nickname for me? No thanks, girl." I laughed and plopped myself on my bed.

I better change this blue sheets to red. I want a change for my room. I better ask the girls for some info to this. I need friendship approval, okay?

"I'm just really happy today. Don't ruin my mood, sheesh. What's the emergency, then?"

"I'm dying of boredom! Help me, Giselle! I can't take the silence anymore. The sun is out and I'm not doing anything. What's wrong with me? I'm choking!"

"Hang on there, Gabriela. I'm hanging out with Louis at the park. I'm sorry, girl." she said and I whined like a little child that didn't get her balloon.

"Fine, nevermind. Have fun!" I quickly hang up.

I made my voice quite cheery on the end to not make her sad and guilty that I'm alone here. I guess I have to suffer a not-doing-anything-for-all-I-care day.

You may ask; Why not call Harry? Well, I don't want him to think that I'm a clingy girlfriend. For all I know, he may be in a sort of meeting and I might be disturbing. I don't want to be a bad distraction for him. It's been two days since we last saw each other. But I guess we're just that busy and all.

I grabbed my pencil, paper and eraser from my desk and bring it on my bed. Let's make this interesting, shall we?

Imagination power level; 100%

"Hello, Ms. Pencil. What are you doing in this boring as hell of a day?" I mimicked some sort of puppet voice and hold the pencil horizontally and the paper.

"Oh I don't know, call my boyfriend perhaps. I know I want to hang out with him, I'm just that shy and worried that he might get disturbed." I answered as the pencil.

How childish of me. Go on laugh all you want, I beg you to laugh. I'm just that bored and you can't blame me for this. I even used a pencil to say my feelings. Wow. Totally fucked up.

"How about you, little shitty eraser? What is in that no good brain of your's?" I asked as the pencil to my eraser.

"I'll kick my fucking ass out of my bed and go downstairs for something to do."

I chose to listen to my eraser of going down but literally not kick myself out of my bed and went to my closet first. I sure am not going downstairs with my pajamas on. My mother would just say that I'm always lazy on a saturday morning. I grabbed a gray sweater and jean shorts.

I headed downstairs with my fuzzy bunny slippers and went straight to the kitchen. No one's there and I just grabbed some box of cereals and milk for breakfast. That eraser better be right for giving me this decision.