Different//z.m.

Chapter 4

I've been staying at Harry's house for the past three days and I couldn't be more happier here. If it wasn't for the constant nagging by Harry telling me I should go back home and Louis and Liam ringing my cell every minute then I would've enjoyed my stay much more. But to my disappointment, people just like to annoy me.

No matter how many times Harry would try to persuade me to leave I kept staying. I think he actually liked my presence and how I gave him company but he just doesn't want to admit it.

I sat back on the sofa where I've been sleeping for the three days I've been staying here and I switched through the tv channels trying to find a program I would like. Unfortunately there was nothing interesting on that I would like and I groaned, annoyed.

Finally, I decided I'll just watch Spongebob Squarepants to fill my boredom and I looked at the television screen with a blank expression wondering how anyone could even watch this ridiculous show.

"Oh my favorite show is on!"

Harry walked in the small living room with a smile on his face showing his prominent dimples. He jumped on the sofa crushing my fragile body and I groaned in pain.

"Get the hell off of me, you fat whale!" I shouted at him trying to push off his muscular body but it was no use.

"No!" He stuck his tongue at me playfully and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Please you're crushing me!" I pleaded and he finally got off of me and rolled on to the hardwood floor.

"Thank God your fat ass is off of me," I said happily and sat up while he watched Spongebob Squarepants and laughed at the corny jokes they said.

"For someone who's supposed to be a bad ass and a womanizer, I never knew they could find so much joy by watching this," I said flicking him on the head which made his curls shake.

"Shut up." He pushed me playfully and I gave him a cheeky smile before going into the kitchen and looking through the refrigerator to see if I can find something to eat but there was nothing just bottles of water, bread, jelly and bananas.

"You have no food!" I shouted at him from the kitchen and walked back into the living room leaning on the opening between the kitchen and the living room where a door was supposed to be.

"That's because you eat it all, love." He said it as if I was a little child and got up from his spot on the sofa and made his way over to me.

He opened the refrigerator and took out the bread, bananas and jelly. He put it on the island and grabbed a plate and a knife. I looked at him questionably and watched as he made a sandwich. He cut the bananas in pieces and spread jelly around the bread. Then, he placed the bananas on the jelly and took the other slice of bread before placing it down.

"You're going to eat that?" I gave him a disgusted look and cringed at the site.

"No you're going to eat that!" He gave me a smirk and pushed the plate towards me.

I looked at him and turned my nose up before pushing the plate back to him and we kept doing that until he got annoyed and put his hands on the plate which made me stop pushing it and he kept it on my side.

"Try it," he urged a smile on his face.

"I don't like bananas," I said.

"Yeah, but you like jelly and bread, so eat it." I know he wanted me to eat it just so I can be sick but I refused again. He glared at me and took the sandwich in his calloused hands. He gave me a smirk and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat it?" He lifted one of his eyebrows up and I looked at him wondering what was going through that brain of his but I didn't have that much time to speak before he shoved the sandwich into my mouth.