Man, This is Cliche!

I Make You Nervous

I wake up to someone poking me in the side and whispering, "Victoria, wake up!" Emily. Dear God, please don't let me kill her.

"What?" I say, tired and wanting to go back to sleep.

"Get up. The boys are still asleep!" Sure enough, I look down and One Direction is lying in my floor. Zayn and Niall are face first into the floor while Liam is on his side, and let's just say, there's a Larry Stylinson moment going on too.

"Oh, goodie!" I say, jumping up from my spot on the couch - I guess the boys moved me once I fell asleep - and position myself to where I'm standing on the couch. Em and I always do this when we're the first to wake up. "On the count of three; one..."

"Two..."

We both say, "Three." Then, at the top of our lungs, we start singing this song I made to the tune of One Thing. It's goes like this:

Get out, get out, get out of bed

And come on, let's go out instead.

I don't, don't, don't know why you're asleep,

But you've got to-

"Wake up!" We finish by just yelling the last two words. This is how we wake people up - including the boys. Harry, Liam, Louis, and Niall all begin to stir, but Zayn seems unfazed. Typical.

Harry looks at me with those gorgeous green eyes, saying, "Love, you're a terrific singer, but can you give us five more minutes?" I'm a little shocked that he thinks I sing well, being as he's Harry fucking Styles, but I don't really let it get to me.

"Nope. Get Zayn up, Curly," I say, winking and dragging Emily to the kitchen. Not even a minute later, Haz comes walking into the kitchen and sits on the counter.

"What's for breakfast?" he asks, looking down at me. Not that he normally doesn't; him being almost 6 feet tall, me being only 5'6".

"I don't know. I don't cook." Harry looks at me questioningly. "Styles, one thing you'll learn about me is that I can't cook worth a damn."

"And why is that?"

"Because I burn water!" We all crack up at my excuse for never cooking. But I'm serious; if I start cooking, have a fire extinguisher in hand....

"Move," he says, shooing me away from the stove and looking through every cabinet in the kitchen. "I'm making pancakes."

"Well, get to cooking good lookin'." Good gracious, that was like my Hannah Montana line ever. Curly Fries looks at me, amused. "What?"

"Hannah Montana, really?"

"What can I say?" I shrug and go back to the living room to see Louis, Niall, and Liam torturing Zayn, still trying to get him up. I won't bother you with the details, but let's just say that it's not a pretty sight.

"Victoria!" Jesus, Harry. This boy is going to be the death of me.

"Yes?"

"I have to ask you something. Come here!" he calls from the kitchen. I get my lazy bum off of the comfortable leather couch and make my way back into the kitchen.

"Yes, Harry?" I ask sweetly, patting his head and making me way past him to jump up on the counter. He flips his hair - I mentally swoon - and comes over to stand between my legs. Okay, I should be uncomfortable with this, right? Well, I'm not. Wierd...

"I was wondering..." he trails off, looking nervous.

"Well, don't hurt yourself." I smirk, placing my hands on his shoulders. He laughs; God, I love that laugh.

"Right," he winks cheekily. "Well, do you want to go somewhere today?"

I'm confused. "Like a date?" Is he really asking me this?!

"I guess, if you want to. I mean, we don't have to. It's just...uh," Harry appears to be backtracking. He just keeps rambling on until I can't take it anymore.

"Harry. Haz! HAZZA!" I try to get his attention.

"Yeah?" Haz asks, biting his lip. God, why does he have this power over me?! Why must he be so damn sexy? And it doesn't help at all that he's standing between my legs...

"I'll go on a date with you."

"You will? Great. So, uh, maybe we can just go sightseeing? I mean, you are new to London."

"I'd love that. But Harry," he looks at me, "maybe you want to start cooking those pancakes." I wait for Harry to move before I hop down off the counter. Making my way out of the kitchen, I stop and whisper into his ear, "I love how I make you nervous."

He looks a little baffled and kind of turned on, so I wink and just walk out. God, I love being a tease.

~One Direction~

So, this is basically a filler chapter. The real update will be up by the end of the day, so be patient. ;)

XOXO,

FutureMrsHES

P.S. Man, I really am a tease. :P