A Story Of One Direction

Chapter Two.

"120, or two minutes!" He called, trying to be

precise.

I looked at myself in the mirror and checked at

different angles. I was wearing my denim shorts

and converse with my favorite white hoodie. Not

very classy, but I wasn't a party person. I quickly applied some more eyeliner and mascara, also

smearing a thin layer of foundation on my face.

"60...59...58..." He called.

"Right, move" I sighed, opening the door and

making him fall backwards into my room. He

smiled up at me, still lying on my floor. "So uh, can I change here?" He asked.

"Oh. Did you seriously bring your clothes into

school" I laughed.

"So what! I'm a man of preperation" He grinned,

flicking his head back, in his idea of looking proud.

"Right" I laughed, closing the door for him and going to sit on the stairs.

"Nice party clothes anyway!" He called from the

other side.

"Yep" I grinned.

"No I'm serious, do you not care half the school will

be there?" He asked me. "Not really, no" I shrugged.

"That's what I love about you!" He cried.

He opened up the door.

"Damn! That was quick!" I giggled.

"I'm a man of speed" He winked.

"You're hardly a man yet!" I laughed, making my way down the stairs.

''I kind of am" He grinned.

"Yeah, okay?" I smiled.

"So!" He cried, storming outside.

"Oh! Wait!" I gasped, turning back inside and

walking into the kitchen. "What's wrong forgetmenot?" He asked, tapping

my head lightly.

"I just need to write a note" I said to him. I

scribbled messily on a piece of paper: 'Hey mum, just at Harry's for a party, left with

Louis, see you later x!' And pinned it onto the fridge with my Hello Kitty

magnet.

"That handwriting is terrible!" Louis commented.

"That handwriting is scribble" Was my reply. "What

are you doing about your schoolbag?"

"Keeping it here" He replied. "Oh, yeah, you have my permission" I sighed

sarcastically.

"Good, thank you very much!" He retorted,

grabbing my arm as we left my house. "Hi guys! We decided to come early" Louis called.

"Okay" I heard Harry reply.

"Where's Amber?" I asked him.

"Oh, she's in there" He smiled, pointing over at the

kitchen.

"Right, Hi Amber!" I called. "Hey!" She replied, walking in with 2 mugs of hot

chocolate.

"I would of made some for you two, but I didn't

realise you were coming this early" She smiled,

handing Harry a cup and sitting down on the floor

next to him. He kissed her lightly on the cheek as a thank you, making her smile.

"Well, you can blame Louis for that" I laughed,

pushing his head so he leant over a little.

"Watch!" He cried.