CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Anna’s Point-Of-View
The image of Harry and Emiko almost doing the… DEED was in fact horrifying. It was pretty damn disturbing and just plain gross. I hope I never have to see that ever again. Harry’s jeans were halfway down to his knees while Emiko’s cleavage was in full view.
I hurried back to where the lads were. I am in deep need of a beer or a stress reliever or a… chocolate cake.
As I sat back down, I felt my hands being grabbed gently, “Babe, are you alright?”
Not until then did I noticed my hands were trembling. Why? Why were they trembling?
“Umm…” I chuckled, nervously, “Yeah. I’m just… I saw…”
“Way to go, Harold!” both of our heads turned up to see Louis high-fiving Harry but he ignored him and stomped back to his seat. Harry was still in the middle of buttoning his shirt. His curls were all messed up. I could even see a little love bite forming on the side of his neck.
Emiko walked out shortly behind. The guys only smirked and gave her hateful glares as she glided in the room. She fixed her dress but leaving her hair untouched to show me what had happened in the toilet room moments ago.
“Is that what you were about to tell me?” Zayn asked, obviously trying to hide his laughter.
I nodded. We both ended up laughing together. “I swear to all mankind that that image will haunt me forever.”
“Wait a second! Did you actually see the both of them doing the… IT?!” Liam’s voice rang from the other end of the room.
I turned my head to his direction. Liam held his huge sarcastic, grin. I just wanted to slap it off his face and I didn’t know why. How in the world did he even heard us?!
I sighed as I scratched the back of my head, “Unfortunately.”
Harry smirked, “Little-miss-stalker here walked in on us before things went… all steamy in there.”
My head turned to him with an ‘are-you-serious’ face.
‘JERK!!!’ I thought.
“Well I wouldn’t want Emiko here to catch your jerk disease, no would I? But… obviously she has her own skank disease.”
“HEY!” Emiko and her twin, whose name I still didn’t know, yelled.
“Is someone jealous?” his smirk was growing bigger and bigger.
“Oh you and Emiko can have sex in front of me and I swear I won’t even care.” He’s seriously getting on my last nerve.
“HA! That’s what a jealous person would say.”
“I’d say I want to give a fuck but… I’m too busy thinking about-“
“My super handsome face and my hot body.” He finished.
I scoffed, “Too busy about thinking of ways to destroy that so-called handsome face of yours.”
He gasped, “Bitch.”
“Fucktard.”
“Skunkbag!”
“No good dirtbag.”
“Fat arse!”
“Arse face!”
“Fuck you.”
“Not planning to.”
“Mate, stop it. NOW.” Zayn’s arm protectively snaked around my waist as he glared at Harry.
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