Interested.. (Slow Update )

Chapter 8:

As I was gonna get ready for bed, I walk into my closet, and choose what I'm gonna wear for bedtime. I go out and look into my full-length mirror. I press the night gown against my as body as I suddenly see another shadow behind me. A man's shadow. And there he was, sitting on my thousand-dollar couch, smirking with his legs crossing forming a square between them and his hands on top of the head board of the couch.

"Aaaahhhhh!!!" I screamed.

"woah, chilla'x baby, its just me."

"Jesus Christ, you scared the crap out of me."

"that's a good sign." he said

"what in the world are doing in here? And how did you get in???" I said shakily

"Thats no longer your concern."

"Baby." he added.

"First, call me baby one more time and I swear Im gonna make sure you get back inside your mother's womb. Second, get your body away from my thousand-dollar, soft, comfy, hugger couch before I wreck your ass!" I said rapidly and angrily.

"Wooooah. That's a lot of words. Okay, firsy, you can't shove me back in my mum's womb."

"Why in the world not?!" " You can't stop me!" I yelled.

"She's dead." He said slowly, looking at the ground.

I gasped. "Really?" I said sympatheticaly and regretting yelling him.

"Nope, joking." He said, slowly smirking.

"Jerk!" I said as I ran towards him to slap him.

"Woah, okay calm down." He said quickly as he stood up running away from me.

"Get back here you, jerk" I said angrier than ever.

I chase him around and around in my room until finally I cornered him on the wall.

I could see a terror on his face, he was so scared. He did not know what I was planning to do to him.

Unfortunately, so did I.

He leaned on the wall, he's arms and hands swiping through the wall. Until, he tore my super awesome One Direction poster..

Wait.

One Direction.

He is part of One Direction.

OMG. Freaking out.

What am I gonna do?

Choice A.

Get mad, and he will look at the poster or B, grab his shirt and get him out of here.

••Harry's POV••

Oh god. What just I did?

Great. Now she's going to kill me. Instead of thinking a lot. I stood up and run. 

She chase and chase me around of her room. Until I have nowhere to go.

And now Im cornered. Shit.

She's really mad.

I take one step back and my back just got hit against the walls.

I swipe my arms and hands on the wall to have something to grab, at thing or a door knob. God, what should I do? Is she going to kill, salvage or torture me? Until...

Fuck. I just accidentally teared a ....... poster?

Without thinking or minding that she's in front of me. I just turn my head and saw a poster of....... us?