6 Boys and They're All In Love With Me (1D and Justin Bieber Fanfic) *ON HOLD*

Ch. 9 - The Abominable Snowman

~ Chapter 9: The Abominable Snowman ~

♣ Harry's POV: ♣

I stared at the phone when I had managed to snatch it back from Louis. I didn't know why, though. It's not like Gabby will magically call again. And I didn't know why I wanted her to, either.

"You okay, mate?" Louis asked, poking my cheek. I didn't focus on him as I set the phone down. "If I knew that her hanging up first was that important to you, I wouldn't have done it."

"Nah, it's not that," I answered.

"Was it what I said?" he questioned.

I shook my head, turning to face Louis and what I saw really surprised me. He actually looked bothered by this, as if he actually thought he had hurt me by snatching the phone or teasing that we were an old couple. It was weird, seeing him so worried. I mean, sure I see sides of him like this, but it gets strange not having my bouncy, fun, loud and occasionally irritating Boobear. "Louis," I said softly, stroking his hair.

My heart was beating madly. I dunno why I did that to Lou. Even the smallest actions can make him feel there's something wrong. And most of the time, he's right. But I can't seem to find what's wrong with me. Is it some effect Gabby has on me? I have no idea, but if I'm not sure, I'm definitely not gonna let Larry Stylinson slip from me.

My arms unconsciously wrapped themselves around him as I squeezed him in a man hug. I dunno why I did it, I just felt like... I needed comfort and so did he. I rested my head on his shoulder when I felt him hug back.

"You didn't make me upset, I was just in a daze," I whispered in his ear. I think I felt him shiver before I pulled away, hearing as to there were footsteps approaching the room. Louis looked faraway in thought of something and snapped right out of it when Zayn burst in the room.

"Vas Happenin'?" he said, in the most relaxed tone I've ever heard him speak in. As a thought was forming in my head, Lou beat me to it.

"How are you so calm in the most boring photoshoot in the bloody world?!" Louis asked. I think he was admiring Zayn's laid back actions for a while. But the Bradford bad boy just shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess thinking too much about it makes it more boring. Besides..." he trails off to grab a pillow from the small couch and throw it head first at poor Louis, who caught it straight in the face. Zayn's words of wisdom... That cheeky bastard.

"Oii!!" Louis grunted, picking up the pillow and attempting to throw it at Zayn. But it failed for two reasons:

One, Zayn ducked. And two, Lou missed anyway.

"Bloody hell!!" Louis yelled in annoyance. I smirked and walked over to his right.

"It's okay, Boobear, you're still special to me," I hushed in a comforting tone. Zayn formed a grin as Louis started to relax himself.

"Thanks, Haz. I'll make sure to remember that when I-.. KILL ZAYN!" he said, screaming the last part. Soon, Zayn practically flew out of the room in a full on sprint while Louis chased him in almost the same pace. I stood in the doorway, watching them run off and peeked at the phone once more.

Why do I have this feeling in my gut that I want her to call? What is it that's driving me crazy? We met a day ago, and I can't help but wonder when we'll hang out again. We did get along quite well.

"Harry!" a voice called from down the hallway. My head snapped up to see Liam walking in my direction.... One Direction...

"Hmm?"

"I just finished my shoot. Dave, the photographer, wants group shots now so get your bum down here," he said, playing up a smile.

"Alright, be there in a sec," I nodded, and Daddy Direction disappeared from the hall. I quickly whipped out my phone and tapped Gabby's name on my contacts. I had this need to send her a text, and that's what I did.

To: Gabriella E.

Text: Gabby, do u have Twitter? ;)

I sent it and skipped down the hallway over to the room where flashing lights decorated the place.

"Harry, good, you're here. Quickly boys, head over to the room on the front left from this one," Dave told me. A huge man dragged the five of us into the directed room and my eyes widened at the sight of what was inside.

"SNOWWW!!" Niall whooped, screaming and dancing on the fake snow falling on set.

"It's a winter photoshoot," Dave explained. "Now gather up a scarf and winter hat and we'll get started on the group shots."

The lads and I raced over to the winter equipment and once I had snatched a green winter hat with a matching scarf, I raced over to stand next to some snowman who was formed on top of the pounds of snow on the set. Soon, the boys had gathered in front, back and next to me and we all threw Dave smiles that'll make the girls go insane. We had to switch positions occasionally, wrapping our arms around each other and pretending to have a snowball fight. Well... Those were our instructions. What really happened was we were having a real, all out snowball fight (thanks to Louis) but it was good enough to take photos of.

I mean... I think..

"Good job, boys, these are great pics," Dave winked at us as I was in the process of forming a snowball. Zayn stood upright and smiled at the photographer.

"No biggie," he nodded, and I took this as my chance to attack. I calculated the perfect aim and threw the snowball at Zayn's head.

"Oi, my hair!!" he complained, scanning the four of us as if he was trying to figure out who ruined his precious hair. Or should I say... his baby. I instantly took off, running out the door and to the halls.

"HAAROOLD!" I heard him scream from the room. I giggled silently to myself as I made a turn to the exit, where I bumped hard into something, stumbling over and falling right on my arse.

"Unff," I grunted, holding my temples to calm the oncoming headache.

"Harry.." a voice growled. I look up, startled, only to find Paul with an annoyed expression spread across his face. "No running in the halls."

"Sorry.." I murmured as he pulled me up from the ground and over his shoulder. "Whoa, what're you doing?"

"Carrying you back to where you're supposed to be."

"No.. NO! Zayn'll kill me!" I protested, struggling against his grip.

"Whatever you did, you should be able to take the price it comes with," he ignored my squirming and successfully put me down right in front of the bloody door. But I wasn't gonna stand around here and be a victim of the Bradford bad boy's wrath. I caught him trying to fix his hair, yet one glance at me and he looked ready to chase me. So I ran off past Paul, fleeing wherever these legs could take me. Suddenly, there was a vibration in my pocket and I stopped in my tracks.

Gabby?

I whipped my phone out and checked the message, reading it carefully.

From: Gabriella E.

Text: Lol, yes I do, do u? Haha jk, I know you do. I'm @GabbyLove :)

A cheeky grin played on my lips as I launched Twitter on my phone and searched up her username. Once I found hers (it wasn't hard, her profile picture was her and Hailey doing silly faces), I smirked when I saw that she's following me. Of course...

I tapped the 'follow' button and locked my phone. I can't wait to hear about her reaction when she sees Harry Styles just followed her on Twitter.

Slipping my phone into my pocket, I looked around the narrow hall decorated with luminous lighting and an old fashioned wallpaper. What was I doing?

"HARRY!"

Oh yeah... Running..