Alice in 1Derland

Chapter Eighteen

ASDFGHJKL! A NEW CHAPTER! WHO'S EXCITED?? :D I HOPE YOU ALL ARE!

Yeah so there was a bit of a wait for this chapter (sorry!) but here it is!

And a fair warning...I was writing a chapter a little further on in the story than this one and I was gutted at the way it turned out. So yeah...just so you know ;)

SO HERE IT IS! THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER EIGHTEEN!

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Chapter Eighteen

The boys had gone to bed and only Harry and I remained in the ‘living area’ of the bus, both of us sprawled across the entire length of the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. We hardly spoke, just the odd word every now and then. I didn’t know whether he was angry about the kiss, sad about the kiss, angry at Zayn, angry at me, you know. I didn’t know whether he had any feelings roaming around inside him about that stupid dare or whether he was just tired or something. It made me nervous not knowing.

“Harry?” I mumbled, moving my head slightly so I was looking up at him.

“Yes?” he mumbled back.

“Harry…I’m sorry about that…kiss. You know it didn’t mean anything right? It was just a dare. I can’t help but feel that yo-“

I was cut off by his lips meeting mine. Yes, Harry’s lips WERE much softer than Zayn’s and they were just different. Harry’s were much better because they meant something to me. Even if there was the possibility of Zayn having feelings for me, I knew that I would never have any feelings for him other than friendship. I loved him as a friend and nothing else. If I was in say, a movie or something, maybe I would end up having feelings for him, but I won’t. I couldn’t. Not with Harry looking at me with a drunken smile on his face.

It really showed how much I loved him when I would let him kiss me again and again even with that slight taste of drunkeness left on my lips when his left mine. If I didn’t cringe from that and I didn’t have ANY other feelings for Zayn when he obviously was falling head over heels for me, it made my dedication to Harry, my honesty, my love for him shine like a beacon.

And I was proud of it.

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“Wakey wakey my little lovebirds it’s time to get up!” I heard someone shout right near my face. The extremely loud and extremely annoying sound of two pots clanging together screamed in my ears as SOMEONE started to bang a couple of saucepans together. I felt a weight plop on top of me and I groaned as some fatty decided to sit on my back.

I scrunched up my face into the pillow. “LOOOUUUIIIIISSSSSS!” I screamed and flipped over. There was a yelp of surprise as the person on top of me was thrown off me and a grunt as they landed on the still snoozing Harry.

“What the hell?” Harry mumbled in his sexy morning voice.

“It’s time to get up!” Louis yelled and then scrambled off us and down the little ladder that led up the side of the cupboard to our bunk. “Come on, breakfast is nearly ready!”

The wonderful sound and smell of bacon being fried on the stove hit me. Yum! My stomach groaned loudly and I sat up quickly, ready to get up and stuff my face. I sat up too quickly and got a massive head rush. I also managed to hit my head hard on the roof of the bus.