Bass

Chapter 11

I ran at lightning speed down the stairs, taking two at a time. I whizzed past Louis, who grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. 

"Charlie! Have you seen Eleanor?" He asked me. I turned to him, seething. It seemed to surprise him as his eyebrows became raised at my angry expression; he hadn't seen me this angry before. 

"I'm busy, Louis. Another time, maybe?" I wrenched my arm free and kept running to the patio, slow enough to hear him mutter "weirdo" under his breath. 

I burst out of the french doors at the back of the lounge and onto the patio. I kept running down the slant and down some more stairs that lead to the garden.  

I saw Harry standing next to the pond straight away. Without topping I ran straight up to him so we were only centimetres apart.  

"What the hell was that?" I shouted in is face, infuriated.  

"Was that yours?" He said unknowingly. 

"Yes. It was mine. Someone special gave it to me! And you just threw it into the garden! Now I'll never find it!" I screamed. 

"Wow. Calm down. It's just a ball." He said, putting his hands up like he was being standoffish. 

"It's not just a ball, dickwad, it was a gift." I scowled. 

"If you weren't a guy I'd think you were on your period or something. Your getting extremely menstral about all this."  

I blushed, knowing how spot on he was about me not being a boy. But I wasn't prepared to reveal everything over some stupid mistake he had made, so I simply glowered at him and strutted off in the direction of the garden. 

"Where are you going?" He asked. 

"To find what you threw." 

"You can't be serious. It's just a ball, for gods sake. Who gave it to you, anyway?" He asked, watching me walk away. 

I didn't answer, thinking about how disappointed Niall would be if he found out that I lost the stress-ball.  

I kept walking until I was quite far out into the garden. Then I started to search. Underneath bushes. In trees. Anywhere the ball might have gotten lodged. 

I was extremely determined, and looked quite scruffy after only five minutes of looking. But I wasn't about to give up.  

Little did I know, I would be searching for a lot longer than I expected.

HARRY'S P.O.V

Charlie stormed off, leaving me standing there, still quite confused. Why was he getting so upset over a stupid ball? Gee, he was strange. After the plane incident, I don't think he was in the position to yell at me. I had to strain myself not to clump him right then and there.

I looked down to see the blue ball perfectly hidden in my large hand. Charlie was blind as a bat. Even he couldn't see that I didn't actually throw it anywhere. I was just pretending. Guys do that.

I rolled my eyes and moved back into the house. Charlie would give up eventually...

VICTORIA'S P.O.V

I limped into my room and, without turning on the light, fell face first onto the bed, hearing it groan. From the black sky outside, I could tell it was night. I had been searching for the ball all afternoon and all night.  I looked at the digital clock on the bed-side table and read 12:00. It was already midnight?! I must really want that stress-ball!

I turned over and stared at the ceiling, tired and grumpy.

It was ironic because I was looking for a stress-ball that was making me extremely stressed. Too exhausted to care, I laughed at my little joke and turned my head to the side so it was facing the balcony.

And then I saw it.

All the way across the garden, to the other end of the mansion, there was a room that was parallel to mine. The blinds were open and a lamp lit up the whole room in bright yellow light. 

It was Harry's room.

I gasped and turned to look away, rolling a bit too much and falling off the bed with a squeal. After regaining myself I peeped over the side of the bed and back at the room.

Harry had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was freshly washed and blow dried. It looked quite luscious.....and smooth.... and soft....

WHAT?! SMOOTH? SOFT? LUSCIOUS?! Snap out of it Vic! This is the boy who is rude, inconsiderate and a absolute suck-up.

I realized I was kind of staring at him and covered my eyes, too embarrassed to look. But I couldn't help myself.

I took another peek just in time to see him place something small and round on his bed-side table.

He excited his room (probably to the bathroom) and I was left staring at the small object.

What was that?

I got up and went out onto the balcony. But I still couldn't see properly! I leant against the railing and stuck my neck out further. I still couldn't see! I propped my leg up on the ledge and looked again. I squinted hard at the window and concentrated on the object. It was finally coming into view.

It looked very familiar. And quite blue. And squishy. Wait a minute...

My mouth dropped open as I recognised the object sitting in Harry's room. I must have been distracted because at that exact moment my arm slipped and I went tumbling forward, off the railing, and over the edge of the balcony!