I was grounded. Put on lockdown. All because I was ten minutes late for curfew. I couldn't believe that my parents were acting this way. I told them that I was going to be a few minutes late, but that still didn't satisfy them.
I was currently doing some homework and was bored out of my mind. Having to write a paper about the Industrial Revolution wasn't something that excited me. I was in the middle of a sentence when my phone vibrated.
I was lucky to have convinced my parents to let me keep it. I guess my persuasive skills weren't so shabby afterall.
I checked and it was a text from Harry.
Harry: How is incarceration? Lol
Me: Fine so far. I haven't been read my rights, do you think I should call an attorney? :P haha
Harry: lol I'm surprised you can still joke with being grounded. They won't let you out at all?
Me: I don't think so. Why? What have you got scheming in that head of yours?? lol
Harry: tell them you are going to the library and come visit me ;)
I rolled my eyes. He was such a cheeky boy. I grabbed my books and put them all in my backpack. I went downstairs to where my parents were.
They were in the kitchen drinking tea. They have deffinatley gotten used to the whole living in London thing.
"Where do you think you are going, (y/n)?" My mother asked me.
"I wanted to go check out the library. I need to get a few books for some assignments." I lied.
They looked at each other and then back at me.
"Fine, but don't take all day. Be back for seven for dinner." My dad handed me his car keys.
"Thanks. See you guys later." I told them.
I couldn't believe how easy this was. I blasted the radio on my way to Harry's flat. I kept thinking about when he brought me to the London Eye.
He was so sweet and it made me like him even more. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I just wondered if we would ever be more.
More than the shameless flirting and stolen kisses. Would I ever be able to call Harry mine?
I snapped out of my daydreaming when a car honked at me to go. The light was green and I didn't notice. A few minutes later, I pulled up to the building where the guys all lived.
I started getting a little nervous about seeing Harry. I made sure my hair looked nice and readjusted my scarf.
I was down the hall from Harry's door when I heard voices. It sounded like people yelling.
The closer I got to Harry's door was when I realized it was coming from his flat. I tried to listen in.
"I can't believe you, man. I knew you would try and swoop in on (y/n)." A voice yelled and I knew it was Harry.
"It was a dance! If you didn't mess it up maybe it could've been more!" Another voice yelled. Zayn.
They were arguing over me. What?!
"Just stay the hell away from her! She is clearly more into me than you." Harry warned him.
I figured now was the time to make my presence known before something happened.
I knocked and the arguing stopped. Harry opened the door with a scowl on his face. He managed to smile when he realized it was me.
"Hello, (y/n)." He gave me a lingering hug.
I figured he wanted to put on a show since Zayn was standing nearby.
"Hey. Hello Zayn." I told him as I walked into the flat.
He smiled, "Nice to see you again." He gave me a hug also just to piss Harry off.
"Zayn, don't you have somewhere to be?" Harry asked him rudely.
Zayn smirked at looked at us, "Yeah, but I'll be back shortly. I'll see you later, (y/n)." He winked at me before he left.
Harry looked like he wanted to punch a wall or better yet Zayn. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on.
Now.
