Just Haven't Met You Yet

Chapter 4: Wordpass & Pervy James Bond

Harry’s POV

A buzzing sensation lingered on my right leg for a few seconds; I glanced down to my pocket and dragged my phone out. Louis’ flamboyant eyes peeked out of his sunglasses. I gazed at Louis and I began to rub my chin, in deep thought, Louis instantaneously quirked an eyebrow in puzzlement.

“Imagine if you had these special glasses and when you put them on everybody would be naked...” My forehead crinkled in confusion, and a grin on Louis’ face expanded before giggles roared out of him.

“But then what if someone actually is naked and you have the glasses on.” Louis questioned, his intensified smirk still not breaking. I simply shrugged.

“Then you take them off.” I replied, “Wouldn’t it be so sick though, you’d be like a pervy version of James Bond.” I chuckled and I unlocked my phone, I think my password is pretty clever actually, no one ever guesses it...wordpass...genius.

“It wouldn’t be so sick, if you got back home, and you’re girlfriend and friend were naked, and you took the sunglasses off...and they still were naked.” Louis expressed his amusement with silent titters.

My eyes looked down to the floor for a moment, and I exaggerated a frown. “Then I’d take it back to the shop, and ask for a refund, you can’t have the special glasses if they don’t work.” I admitted, followed by a wink.

“Fair play.” Louis responded through a large smirk and placed his hands up in the air in surrender.

“Oh my god, a few fans on twitter are talking about code 69, they’re trying to make it trend worldwide!!!” I barked as I scrolled through my mentions, and both Louis and I giggled, but I was clearly pissed off...Zayn’s going to get it later.

“Hey Niall, just sent me a text,” I said whilst pointing towards it, and I began reading it aloud, “Alri? Rob told meself to tell u that u and Louis need to come right now, oh yea and is Liam wi u?” I read aloud, attempting to automatically correct the grammar. Louis chuckled.

“What do we do about the hooker girl?” Louis asked after a brief silence.

“Not sure, I don’t think they’re coming out...I think they work here actually.” I answered as one corner of my mouth slanted upwards. “Shouldn’t we at least try and retrieve Liam’s jacket for him? Before he finds out a hooker stole it? Oh yeah, and where is Liam?”

“Dunno, but we should go, really not in the mood for having the sharp end of Rob’s shoe up my ass.” Louis uttered as he began to slowly jog over to the dance studio, and I was quick to respond.

Damon’s POV

There was a long pause and the three of us exchanged looks as our eyes blew up, as we only just registered what Liam had just said. Oh. My. god...this should be interesting...

“Um, no its not.” I said extremely quickly, Danielle flashed me a perplexed expression, and I mouthed “Just go with it.” Liam began to slowly amble closer; his eyes feasting on the jacket, inspecting it as if he was looking for something. His eyebrows hoisted upwards and his mouth formed into a glare.

Liam’s POV

I gazed at the jacket for a few seconds, and tried to search for the blue paint stain on the left sleeve, when Zayn had a painting session at Harry’s bungalow before the live shows, and things got messy between him and Niall who borrowed it, and yeah, let’s not go there.

I glanced up at the three people that stood in front of me, an extremely tall man, very light grey eyes, his jet black hair wet with gel, forcing his hair to stick to one side. On his right was a short girl, who looked quite young in her face, with dark brown waves that fell past her shoulders, and a rather abnormally large nose, to say none the least, but to be fair her features pulled together rather well.