Love You More Than This (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Paintball

"Where do you think

the food is at? I'm starving."

Bryson complained, lightly squeezing my cheeks.

"Hmm, I don't know but I'm too lazy to go check."

Anki snickered.

Even though laziness was taking over our body,

we decided it would be best if we got up and

checked on where harry and the guys were with

the food. We all linked arms and walked

downstairs and into the kitchen where we saw

Liam making food with Mrs. Jacobson and

harry and the guys lightly talking among

themselves at the table. harry looked over to me

than to my arm which was linked onto Brysons.

His eyes went wide and I could feel the jealousy

building up in his body; or at least I thought it was

jealousy. He just looked away as if he didn't care.

"Food will be done in 5 mins. So get the table

ready." Mrs. Jacobson said not looking up from

the food.

We got done setting up the table, making sure

everything was in its place. We all took our seats,

me sitting on the opposite and vertical from harry.

Mrs. Jacobson and liam set up the table which

consisted of: mashed potatoes(niall's fav), homemade

macaroni and cheese, steak, salad and soda. We

all filled our plates with the food and started

devouring it. Anki, Bryson and I all laughed

with each other. We didn't really have a reason

for laughing, it just happened.

I would look over at harry once in a while and

I could see him constantly looking up from his

plate and mad dog Bryson. In one way, I felt guilty

that I wasn't involving harry in our fun but we

spend so much time together and I feel like we

need time to ourselves and with our friends, we

can't always be together. I stopped looking at

harry once he started talking to louis and smiling

at everything he said. Their conversation was

about going paintballing with some of their other

friends from school. Actually, paintballing didn't

sound like a bad idea yet it was something I would

probably never do. They said they would go

tomorrow which was Friday so I guess I'd be alone

on a Friday night. I guess that's what I get for not

spending time with him, sucks doesn't it?

After dinner, we picked up the plates from the

table and washed them. We ran up to my room