Two Months with One Direction

CHAPTER 3

Alex’s POV                                                                                                                                                                                            

The next morning I woke up, seeing that the bathroom was open I thought I had imagined or dreamed that band Ella likes showed up at her house. I heard noise downstairs. Ella was probably up. Shaking that idea out of my head, I went downstairs in the bright purple bra I had slept in and panties.

I closed my eyes and was putting my hair in a ponytail when I said, “I had a horrible dream that the band you liked came over, and the boy with the beautiful curls ambushed me from behind naked, and you and the blonde were arguing over Nutella.”I finally opened my eyes and who I saw wasn’t Ella. It was Zayn and Liam. I shrieked and ran upstairs as they gaped at me, half naked, while they were eating cereal. I ran into Ella’s room, which I was using, and found Harry in my room in nothing but boxers. I shrieked again as I remembered I was only wearing a bra and panties. He casually looked up and gaped at me not unlike way Zayn and Liam did.

“GET OUT OF MY ROOM NOW!!!,” I yelled at him.

“Uh, it’s our room now, babe,” he said calmly in that (I hate to admit this) sexy accent.

“Well, I want some PRIVACY, SO GET OUT,” I yelled again.

“You could just ask,” he said, while looking through my Tiger Beat magazine.

OMG, it was my favorite that was all about Justin Bieber. I just love that boy.

“I see someone is a Belieber,” he said, looking at a picture of Justin shirtless that I had doodled things like    ‘Mrs. Bieber’ and ‘I LOVE YOU!’.

“Can I please have some privacy?,” I asked beggingly as he lost interest in the magazine and was now leering at me.

“No, you can use the bathroom. Unless you want to change here,” he said very suggestively.

I was really starting to hate this boy. I had thought he was sort of cute, not as hot as Justin, but cute.

My opinion of him was now changing.“Fine,” I said grabbing a shirt and red jeans from the closet. I went to the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into the clothes I had grabbed. I blow-dried and straightened my hair, since it had gotten sort of wavy when I put it in a bun all night.

I finally jumped from the bathroom and yelled, “TA-DA!,” to Harry, scaring the snot out of him.

“What the HELL did you do that for?!,” he screamed from the position he was in on the ground.

“Payback, Styles, payback,” I said tauntingly. “We Americans never let anything go. This was payback for begging you earlier. I don’t beg,” I said matter of factly.

“Is that so?, he said.

“Yeah, I said walking over to where he was still crouching in a fetal position. I put a hand out as if to help him and quickly retracted it. “As if I would help you, Styles. Get up. You are the man in the room. I can’t believe you were scared by an 18 year old girl. I wish I had recorded it and posted it on YouTube,” I said wistfully.

I skipped out of the room, Ella and Niall just coming out of theirs.“What evil magic made you so happy?,” she said suspiciously. “You’re not a morning person.”

“A magical thing called revenge and payback,” I said singsongy.

I skipped down the long stairs, Ella looking down at me in astonishment. I went downstairs and hopped to the red cushioned stool I always sat on. I jumped on it and spun 3 times. I put some frozen chocolate chip pancakes in the toaster and went into the living room. Zayn and Liam were still in front of the TV, but Louis had joined them. I stared at the back of Liam’s head to see how long it would take for him to notice what I was doing. I went very close to the back of his neck and  he immediately spun his head, head-butting me to the ground. Harry jogged down the steps, said,”Karma,” and walked into the kitchen. Liam looked curiously at what he hit and saw me sprawled to the ground.

“Oh, love, so sorry. Here, come with me to get you some ice,” he said offering his hand.

“Thanks,” I said gratefully as I took his hand and he led me to the freezer.

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked away quickly at out intertwined fingers. What? Were my eyes deceiving me? Was international British pop star Harry Styles jealous because I was holding hands with Liam?! Did this mean he liked me? He must like me enough if he saw me holding hands with Liam, who I treat more of as a big brother than anything else.

“Where should I put it, love?” Liam asked gesturing to a plastic bag he filled with ice.

I must have spaced out as he made it.

“Here’s fine,” I said gesturing to the right side of my head.

Just then, Louis walked in and that when the fun stuff started happening.

                                                                                                             ~MAA Sorry so short!!!