Harold

Chapter 3: Harold

Niall, Louis, and I played video games for the rest of the day as Harry layed on the couch playing on his phone.

"Don't you run out of things to do on that thing?" I questioned Harry looking at him over my shoulder trying to demolish Niall in our game.

"Not really, I'm on twitter looking at the comments our fans reply to us saying." He replied still looking intently into his phone.

Twitter, and social media. What a waste of time. Sure it's great to be able to connect with your friends and stuff but why not just pick up the phone and call? I didn't have any social media accounts, I guess you could call me an old hag because of that. But I didn't see the purpose to tweet that I was eating a sandwich or reading a book.

"Tell me about it. Yesterday some girl tweeted to me that she wanted to rub mustard all over my body and put pickles on my nipples. Who says that!!" Niall said laughing hysterically.

I couldn't help but laugh at that one. These girls seemed to be obsessed with them. I get that they were extremely good looking but was their music even that good? I'd have to look into it when I got home.

"I think I might just make an account to stalk what people say about you guys on there." I said sarcastically.

"You don't have an account already?" Harry asked from the couch.

I explained to them my views on social media, but they brought up some very valid points about why it's a good thing. I couldn't help but agree with them.

"I'm going to make you an account." Harry mumbled.

"Just don't make it weird. Or give me a stupid name." I replied.

A few moments later he stood up and kneeled next to me shoving his phone in front of our faces. "Say cheese!" He yelled giving a cheeky smile into the phones front camera. I gave a cheesy smile so wide that our cheeks touched.

He laughed as he looked at the picture, as he got up and walked towards the couch.

"Well that must have been super attractive." I said looking over my shoulder at him.

"Yeah, especially the big ole boogy right next to your nose ring. Not even Photoshop could cover that baby up." Harry said laughing hysterically.

"WHAT!?" I yelled throwing the game controller to the floor running over to him on the couch. I jumped on him as he continued to laugh hysterically as we wrestled over his phone.

He pinned me underneath him trying to pry the phone from my hands, but he failed. I pushed him off as we fell to the floor I straddled him keeping him in place as we continued laughing.

I looked down at him and as I did he grabbed the phone from my hands laughing even harder. I gave up, looking down at him still laughing. As we caught out breaths and our breathing slowed down I realized I was still straddling him to the floor.

I quickly got up, looking over my shoulder to see if the boys saw what just happened and they hadn't even moved. Too engulfed in the game I guess.

I sat down on the couch and took a moment to cool down. Harry sat down next to me, farther then I had anticipated showing he was awkward about the fact that I had stayed on top if him for longer than necessary.

To break the silence I asked him if I could see the picture. He surprised me by scooting closer so our shoulders touched as he handed me his phone.

I looked at the picture and saw no "boogy". What an asshole. All that for nothing.

"You're such a liar! I thought that you were being serious!" I yelled playfully bumping my shoulder against his.

He laughed and said sorry. We sat there for a moment in silence, still trying to catch our breaths.