Extra! (One Direction fanfiction)

Seriously.

When we got back to my house, after we took a long ride through Los Angeles blasting our favorite tunes, it was already 2:13 in the morning, and we had school the next day. I turned on MTV and, being the responsible person that I am, began cleaning up the mess that had quickly been created throughout the elaborate condo.

“Ugh, Sami pisses me off…” Ashlie groaned as she collapsed onto her sleeping bag in front of the TV, which was displaying a showing of the latest Jersey Shore episode.

“This show pissses me off…” I heard Kaylie mumble as she flopped onto the couch.

“Well, what would you rather watch at two in the morning? ‘Trick My Truck’ on the hick channel?” Abbie shuddered as she slipped into her zebra print Snuggie.

“Alright, alright!” I said, muting the television. “How ‘bout we just talk and listen to music?” I changed it to VH1, which was showing the Top 40 music videos. 

“Sounds good to me,” Kaylie said, changing positions and turning to lie on her stomach on the couch. “Whaddaya wanna talk aobut?”

“I pick the topic!” Abbie’s hand shot up. “Boys.” She promptly stated, nodding her head sharply for emphasis.

“Oh, well then we can’t talk about that freak Harry. I wouldn’t go so far as to say he fit under that category!” Ashlie chuckled.

“Ugh, please no!” I rolled my eyes and with a rueful smile I fell back onto my body sized leopard print pillow. “Yeah, I am so through with him. In two days, I’ll be outta here and settled in a nice penthouse in New York City, miles and miles and miles away from him and all his ridiculous drama!” I sighed in serenity.

“Lucky you!” Abbie groaned. “Meanwhile, I still have to walk to the freaking bus, while Harry drives by in his stretch limo and Liam cruises off in his ‘baby’!” she air quoted.

“Liam seriously still won’t drive you?” I laughed.

“Nope.” She popped her ‘p’ resentfully.

“You should talk to him, Kel!” Ashlie nudged me. “He listens to you…” As the kissy faces and taunting began, I was saved by the doorbell.

“Who the hell is at my door at-” I glanced at my watch, “-2:47 in the morning?” I wondered aloud asa I pranced down the stairs to the door. As I opened it, a zap of lightening and the earsplitting drum of thunder echoed outside, outlining the figure of the devil: Harry.

“Harry. I shoulda known… What do you want?” I crossed my arms and held back a smile as a torrential rain storm began to pour at an angle onto my porch, drenching him.

“I found this in my garage. Again.” He thrust a small, wet, wriggling object in my direction.

“Aw!” I cooed as I took my little Bichon Frise puppy, Nemo, into my arms. “I would apologize, and then I would thank you, but I reserve those comments for being who have a soul. Kay, bye!” And I closed the door. As I was walking up the stairs, I heard the door bell again. I huffed, slumped my shoulders, and trudged back down to open it once more. “What.” I stated flatly.

“I lost my house key,” he said simply.

“So… you’re locked out?” 

“Yup. And my mom gave your mom the spare, and told me to ask if I ever needed it, so… I’m asking.”

“Pff, you honestly think that if I knew where your house key was that I wouldn’t have used it by now?” I laughed. 

“Friday. February 7. I was at Julie Burkett’s Sweet 16, which you weren’t invited to. I got home to find every single one of my eleven cartons of Ben & Jerry’s Fisch Food ice cream gone from my private fridge in my bedroom. You know where the key is.” Harry stated quite matter-of-factly.