You Have Got To Be Kidding Me...

Stalking Skills

Click, flash. Click, flash. Click, flash. That's what I woke up too. Endless clicking and small flashes. What the fuck is going on?! Who is interrupting my beauty sleep?!

I slowly blinked open my eyes and lifted my head slightly off the pillow. Click, flash. Click, flash. HOLY FUCK, THAT IS SERIOUSLY ANNOYING THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

My eyes darted over to where the stupid noise and bloody flashing was coming from and found none other than McCurly Fries with my camera. I let my eyes flutter close again. Gees, what a stalker! Taking pictures if me while I'm asle- wait a minute. HE'S TAKING PICTURES OF ME!!!!!!!!!

I jumped out of bed and shot towards him like a rocket. I can be fast when I want to be, which is like never but today I'll make an exception. I tackled him rugby style around the legs and we both fell to the ground but I had him to cushion my fall and he had curly hair so he won't get brain damage.

"Ow, what the fuck Kate?" he groaned from his position as my bean bag (And it a very uncomfortable bean bag, might I add. Too many bones. What a shitty bean bag!)

"I should be asking you the same question! Except for the Kate part cause I'm Kate and I can't really ask myself what I was doing unless I was talking to myself which I seem to be doing a lot lately..." I babbled. "Okay, I'm just confusing myself here! I'll get straight to the point. What were you doing taking photos of me while I'm sleeping?! Are you a stalker in your spare time or what?" I demanded.

"You said I could use your camera!" He protested, a bit out of breath since I was sitting on his stomach. I shifted a little so he wouldn't die, but didn't get off.

"I didn't mean to use it to take photos of me sleeping! Do you know how creepy that is?" I said, poking his chest repeatably.

"I was in a stalkerish mood!" he defended.

"Then why not stalk one of the boys?!"

"Because they're used to it! I needed someone new! Did you know you talk in your sleep?" he asked.

"No I don't!" I retorted. "At least, I think I don't...." I trailed off. I've never had anyone tell me that I sleep-talk, but it's happened a lot with my brother. Once, me, Christina, Jarrod and our mums spend a few days at a Bach (or beach house, whatever you want to call it) and on the first night, Jarrod slept walked over to Esther (Christina's mum), knelt down beside her and said "I'm bored!" Even though it was something like five or six years ago, he still hasn't lived it down.

"Well you do. When I walked in, you were muttering about something random and then suddenly shouted For fuck's sake Louis! Just buy the god damned soap!" Harry told me. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. Holy shit, I do sleep-talk! Harry took this moment of distraction to push me off him.

"Huh," I hummed. "This has got to be the first time I've ever sleep-talked. I wonder why it was that part of my dream that I had to say out loud? Probably because I was yelling at that part." I concluded.

"So what was with Lou and the soap?" Harry asked, casually slipping my camera in his jersey pocket. I'll steal it back later. Ha, I'm gonna steal my own camera, that's so messed up.

"Do you want to know the whole dream or should I just tell you the part with Lou in it?"

"All of it please." he answered, actually using manners for once.

"You might wanna sit down for this, it's a bit long." I told him. He jumped onto my bed and snuggled into the covers while hugging a pillow to his chest. I rolled my eyes. Of course he would take up the whole bed AND steal my pillow! I sat on the end with one leg tucked underneath me.