The Starbucks Message

Chapter Six

Samantha

My mind was whirling... I could comprehend what Harry was telling me but I couldn't believe it to be true. It was a dream! Except for the fact that in my dreams I was under the undivided attention of Louis Tomlinson... at the moment he seemed to despise me more than anything. Once he came back an hour later he looked more pissed off than ever, he ran his fingers through his hair irritably and took a bowl of Top Raman I had left for him. Unfortunately there was no where he could run off to seclusion besides the patio, so that's where he sat. Throughout my talk with the other boys my eyes were continually drawn to Louis, sitting against the glass door, the wind teasing his hair and sending it off in countless directions.

"Samantha.... I swear that I will never forgive you! Don't do it!" Harry said as he saw what I was about to inflict on him, I gave him an apologetic look.

"It's nothing personal." I smirked as I put a plus four card by him. Harry swore loudly as he drew four cards from the deck of Uno cards.

"You're in for it now Sam!" Harry growled, glancing through his hand trying to find some way to exact his vengeance.

"Harry, I've never seen someone suck so much at Uno." Zayn chuckled and yelled "In fact, Uno!" All of our gazes immediately went to him, Niall glared daggers at him because he had three cards left in his own hand.

"Get off your high horse Zayn, because I'm out!" I exclaimed as I put down my last card, the boys all shouted in outrage and threw their cards at me. Giggling I ran away and hid behind the counter to protect myself from the barrage of Uno cards.

"How is it even possible for someone to win Uno so many times? It's a game of chance!" Liam growled in frustration as he slid across the counter to drop the whole deck on my head.

"I'm just skilled I guess." I gasped as arms enveloped me from behind, noticing the tattoo on his hand I squealed, "Harry let me go!"

"Boys! Get the bath running!" Harry hollered and smirking they all scurried down the hall.

"No!" I screamed, "Put me down Harry!" I squirmed as he threw me over his shoulder like a flour sack.

"Sorry love! It's nothing personal!" The irony was not lost on me and I beat my fists against his back and continued to struggle even though I knew it was in vain. His physical strength overpowered mine to a ridiculous extent... I also didn't fail to notice the muscles in his back as I pounded against it.

The familiar tile of my bathroom caused me to be more panicked and I genuinely tried to break out of Harry's grasp. "I'm serious Harry! Put me down!" I felt Harry shift me so that he was holding me away from him and dropped me gently but ungracefully into a full bathtub. The cold water shocked me and I gasped as I resurfaced. The boys howled at my appearance, I was sure that I looked like a drowned cat. "I don't know why you're all laughing." An impish grin crossed my features as I got out of the bath and hugged Harry while I was soaking wet and while he was thus shocked I pushed him into the tub I was previously occupying.

Gasping he resurfaced, his curls dripping and his hair covering most of his face, he ran his fingers through his hair to show his eyes once again. "Well played Sam, well played."

"Thank you very much Styles, now..." I turned with my arms open, "Who's next?" The boys scurried out of the room, playing along with me. Niall of course ran to the fridge to get one of the slices of a pizza I had saved from my dinner the previous night before running away. They all joined in my mirth as I ran around with Harry, tracking water throughout the entire apartment as we got the rest of the boys as wet as we were. I chased Liam, the only one that had not been a victim of our touch.