It Has To Be You

Hide The Phone

I sat on the bed with Emma, talking about Harry and Eleanor was painting her nails. Danielle was, of course, with Liam. I checked my phone. "It's eleven forty-five." I said. Eleanor groaned. "I really don't want to go to the photoshoot tomorrow." 

I smiled. "It can't be that bad. I mean, El, you're lucky to be a model."

Emma giggled and looked away. Eleanor frowned slightly and continued to paint her nails. "I'm going over there in fifteen minutes. You need to be friends with her." I whispered to Emma. 

She rolled her eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "They're your friends. Not mine. I'm not going out with a boy in One Direction. I don't like Niall, and Harry is yours. The only person left here all alone is me. Damn Perrie has Zayn." she muttered.

"It's... different. It's not like being Harry's girlfriend is awesome. I'm just a normal girl with an abnormal amount of followers on Twitter." I explained, trying to make her feel better.

I"m going to call Matt. I promised him I would." She got up and reached for her phone but I grabbed it before her. "Matt as in, my big brother Matt?" I asked. She nodded slightly. "No. You can't call him. He's my brother." 

She came after me. I ran to the door leading to Harry's room and burst into it. "GAH! CAMMIE I'M CHANGING!" I closed my eyes tightly and slammed the door behind me. I flipped the lock and lunged onto the other bed. "CAMMIE PARKER OPEN UP THIS EFFING DOOR!" she screamed, banging on the door. 

Harry flopped down next to me. "Can I open my eyes now?" I asked, but my voice was muffled by the pillow. "Yeah." he answered. I lifted my head up and Harry pulled me close to him. He kissed me softly at first, and the kiss deepened. 

Emma must have been able to get through, because the door lock was turning. "Harry! Take this. Put it somewhere!" I ordered. I handed him her iPhone and he jumped off the bed. "Where?" he asked frantically. I sighed. "I don't know!" I answered.

He pulled his pants out in front of him and dropped her phone inside. I started laughing, but composed myself the second Emma burst through the door. "Give me the phone." she demanded. Harry glanced at me. I nodded. He reached into his pants and pulled out her phone. 

She looked at the phone with disgust. "GROSS. GIVE ME IT." she said. He handed it to her and she ran out of the room making gagging noises. Of course, Harry and I burst out laughing the moment she left.