WHO IS READY FOR THE DRAMA??! READ
Recap:
“Don’t worry, love, we would never be bothered by your presence,” Liam says. “Ya,” says Louis, “your super duper fun to hang out with,” he jumps up and down. I looked down and blushed at their comments.
“Aww look at her blushing,” I hear Zayn coo. God, I love his accent. I look up to see him nonchalantly leaning against the arm rest on the couch with his arms crossed, and I send him a playful glare.
“Well, since you’ll be hanging out with us for a while now, why don’t we play a game of 20 questions, aye?” Harry says.
I nod hesitantly and walk to sit on a couch. Should I be excited or nervous?
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We walked over to the couch and sat down. Harry and Niall sat on the couch across from me, Louis sat on the floor next to the coffee table, Zayn sat in the Loveseat by himself, and Liam sat next to me.
"Ok soo.." I say awkwardly not knowing what to do. Just as I finished talking, the boys began bombarding me with questions.
"Whats you favorite color?"
"Whats your favorite animal?"
"Your favorite food?"
"What color is your house?"
"Do you like how I smell?!"
I shook my head and yelled at the boys to calm themselves. Then I playfelly glared at Louis for asking such a stupid question. "Who even cares what you smell like?" I asked chuckling.
He looked hurt and began fake crying. Gosh, how many times is this boy gonna fake cry in one day.
"Its ok BooBear, I care what you smell like," Harry cooed as he got up and sat with Louis on the gound, kissing his cheek.
I furowed my eyebrows at how weird they are. "Ok so who wants to go first?"
Louis immediately shook off Harry and stood up, jumping up and down and waving his hands, "Ooh ooh pick me. Meeee mee," he yelled.
I laughed, "Ok LoUis, after you we can go in order."
"Ok,"he sat back down and Harry went and sat back in his original spot next to Niall, "what is your favorite color?"
"Hmm," I said stroking my invisible beard, " orange and blue. Now Zayn."
"What kind of conditiner do you use?" he asks earning a few chuckles from the boys.
"Pantene. Niall," I say, furrowing my eyebrowns, but answering anyways.
"What is your favorite food?"
"Pasta. Harry."
"Who was your first kiss?" he asks and I look down and blush. To be 100% honest, I have never kissed anyone and I don't intened to either.
"Um," I say, "ya, about that-" I was cut off by Louis. "You havent had your first kiss yet?!" he gasps than starts laughing. I glare at him and look back down.
I have only ever had one boyfriend. I was never confident when someone would ask me out but he seemed like a nice guy, so I agreed. After about 4 months of dating, I finally felt sure enouth that he was right for me, so I let my gaurd down. But then I saw him making out with a blonde bimbo under the school bleechers. It turns out, he only asked me out in the first place so he could get some cheerleader jelous. That was the end of our relashionship.
