The 1D Soccer Team

5 Seconds Of Winter

It took 3 cups of Teas, 2 calls from Harry and Niall each, and 17 'Everything will be okay's.

Though it wasn't I am officially a whore on one of the biggest worldwide social media networks. I am still a virgin who has only kissed a handful of people! I don't even know where the idea of Friends with Benefits came from. Probably that pretty little blond 'Nancy O'Dell'.

Harry came over after I stopped answering my phone. I don't know how he got my address but I think it had something to do will Mishaal.

He curled up his large hands into knuckles and practically shook the door with his knock. He was looking around nervously as if he though the paparazzi were going to jump out like ninjas and beat him to death with their cameras.

I let him in, thankful that my Mom wasn't here. He looked around our small living area, then engulfed me in a Harbear hug. He smelled like expensive cologne that was way too strong to inhale. It was soft and a bit sudden but I couldn't help but think other thoughts.

Harry could possibly like you... No that's impossible he's probably with that Kendall Jenner girl. But what if he isn't ?

"Um Harold? Can I asked you a question?"

"Of course Lauren Farris, ask away!"

"Harry are you really dating Kendall Jenner? I swear It'll only be between us! I won't even tell Mishaal."I sweared, hoping to get the secret out of him.

I felt him stiffen and pull away from our Harry Hug. He looked me in the eye nervously, questioning if he should tell me.

"Yes and No. Yes we are dating in the media. No we are not in real life. To be honest she is quite a bitch. The whole relationship was some scandal Kris came up with, that woman is truly vile. I get about 1 million every month we are 'together'."

"Wow." I said trying to process all of this. "You get 1 million dollars a month?!"

He chuckled like he couldn't believe that was the only thing I got out of that.

"Yes. One Million even. I kind of feel like a prostitute. Getting paid to supposedly, love someone who disgust me." Harold shook his head. He sat on the same beige sofa that Mishaal and I were on not too long ago.

So I wasn't lying when I called him a prostitute.

I sat beside him and grabbed his leg, shaking it gently.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, I would date Ed Sheeran if I got paid 1 million dollars. I mean, I would even if I wasn't getting paid too, but you get the point."

Harry laughed an his whole body shook with it. I liked his laughed it was loud, yet it didn't seem like it was used often.

"Please tell me Ed Sheeran isn't an asshole like Kendall Jenner."

"Nope. Eddie is pretty down to earth."

Harry stood up, dusting of invisible dust that was on the back of his pants. I felt my face pouting because he was leaving, and my mood immediately darken back to the way it was before he came.

"We'll I, my dear Lauren, have a surprise to cheer you up." He started reaching for his back pocket making me get excited.

"Is it the death of Nancy O'Dell? That would really make me feel better Harry." I said sarcastically, knowing that Harry was too cute to be a serial killer.

"No something better. Have you ever heard of 5 Second of Summer?" He whipped out tickets to a concert, along with lanyards with VIP passes on them.

"Um, no. You see Mishaal is more into bands, I'm kind of just the soccer player. You wouldn't happen to have tickets to the Doncaster Rovers in your skinny jean pockets would you?" I said, sarcastically secretly hoping he could.

"First of all, Louis would love you. I should've just set you up with him. Second of all, God Laur do you live under a rock? Haven't heard of One Direction or 5SOS?" He looked at me in disbelief, looking slightly amused at my lack of femininity. 

"So... Are we going to talk about my tomboyness or are we going to listen to 5 hours of winter?" I stood up, looking at my oversize sweatshirt and superman pajama bottoms.

"I... you know what, yes Lauren we will go see 5 hours of winter." The tables, had turned and he was now the sarcastic person.

"Give me a 5 minutes, I need to somehow look like a decent piece of shit, instead of a ugly piece of shit." Harry rolled his eyes and sat back on the couch lazily.

I jogged to my sister's room and approached her bed where she was passed out. I shook her roughly until she was grumbling incoherent swear words.

"Get the fuck out of my room, or I'll tell Mum your going with Harry Styles to a concert." She threatened, a lazy smirk forming on her lips.

"God I hate you. Can I borrow your 5sos shirt,"I tried asking nicely batting my eyes for effect.

"Sure just never enter this room again."

I went to her draw where she kept her band tee's and grabbed the one I was looking for. I through it on and tied a rubber band around the extra cloth at the bottom.

I threw on the same overworked sneakers from earlier, too lazy to find another pair.

Then I found a pair of ripped skinny jeans on my closet floor.

Finally I attacked the beast.

My Hair.

I brushed it until I finally relaxed then ambushed it with my curling iron, for cute loose ringlets. When I was finally satisfied I skipped down the stairs to Harry.

He looked directly at me when I walked in causing me to freeze.

"I thought you said you didn't know who the hell they were?!" He looked at me in surprise as if I had shocked him with m wardrobe choice.

"I don't. I just stole Mishaal's shirt and found jeans." I lied. I knew there names but I feared it would've ruined the mood earlier to say I liked Calum.

We walked toward the door, Harry's tall figure causing a shadow over me.

"Michael will have a ball with this." He grumbled making his was to the limo waiting.