Our Story

5

A/N hey guys this chpt is sorta a filler chpt. I had a really good one but it got DELTED. How? I have no idea. I'm just extremely pissed off at the moment.

Sky's p.o.v

"Your back?" Gemma said getting up from the couch.

I simply nod. "Not that I'm disappointed, I mean we barely got to hang out." She adds.

"Where did you go? How come harry went after you?" Did you guys sleep in the same bed?-" Gemma continues to throw questions at me.

I zone out into my old world as I review the previous moments. Harry basically saved me. Like a prince saving the damsel in distress. He cared about me right? I mean he had to if he went threw the trouble of making up a story to get me to come back in the house. But one thing still brothers me. How did he know about the kidnapping?

"So what do you say?" Harry says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Um, sorry what?" I ask, walking over to outside of the kitchen sitting on one of the stools.

Gemma laughs. "I said I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tonight with us."

I shift uncomfortably. It wasn't that I didn't like party's. I hadn't been asked to any since that time period. After the accident people started acting distant. The people who weren't giving me sympathy, were blaming me for something I didn't intend on happing.

"Who's us?" I ask resting my hand on the cool counter.

"Me,harry,louis,and emily." She states.

I nod confused, looking back and forth between her and harry. He must sense my confusion. "Emily's our friend from London." He tells me.

Louis enters the kitchen wearing only boxers he looks at me and smiles. "Hello love,your still here I thought you left?"

I hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Eh, not getting rid of me that easily." I tease.

He chuckles and proceeds to open the fridge. "Harry, you guys have shit to eat in this house!" He yells.

Harry and gem soon join us in the large marble stone kitchen. Harry shrugs. "The girls should make us food."

Louis smirks in agreement. "They should.

Gemma's hand meets the back of Harry's head. "Ouch." He complains.

"Your an idiot if you think were going to so much as make you a waffle." She laughs.

"Bitch." Harry says.

"Sexist." Gemma snaps.

Louis interjects. "Were not being sexist, were just using...tradition." He defends.

Gemma is about to argue back but I raise my hand up to silence her. "No gem, the boys are right." I say standing from the stool and going into the kitchen.

Gemma's mouth opens in shock. Harry and louis high five each other, and run off into the living room.

"Gemma I need a bowl and pancake mix." I say as she stands next to me.

She hands me the items and I mutter a quick thank you. "What the hell was that about?"

I look in the fridge taking out the hot-sauce, ketchup, and vinegar. "Ew, what are you doing?" I turn to see Gemma watching me with a disgusted look on her face.

I laugh. "Were making their 'breakfast' remeber." I add a quick wink.

She catches on as we get to work.