Living In Harmony || A Dumb Fanfic Moments/Harry Styles Fanfic ||

-6-

After I had emptied my stomach's contents on Niall's shoes a silence swept over the room that made my ears ring, and my chest constricted in embarassment.

　

Of all the places my bile could've landed it had to be his shoes. My luck just seemed to be getting better, and better. It would've helped though if everyone had stopped being so quiet, it seemed as if they were all quietly judging me.

　

Finally though after what seemed to be hour's of dead quiet, Niall brought the room back to life. ''I know I've said this many times before, but this time I really mean it. That's disguting." He said, and I laughed nervously as my hands rested on my now aching stomach.

　

"I guess I couldn't keep it down.'' I said, hoping to metaphorically punch his funny bone so he'd find some humor in the situation, but his expression remained blank as Kylie laughed. '

　

'That's a good one Jadebear!" She exclaimed, clapping, and I felt the temptation to punch her just like that homeless man. It was her fault that I was in the mess anyway's, she couldn't just drive us to Starbucks.

　

Okay well actually it was the prada's fault, but still I rather blame something living.

　

"Thanks." I muttered, and she blushed as she kissed Harry on the cheek.

　

"I always thought it was a myth that people can throw up from happiness." I heard her whisper to him, and I narrowed my eyes at her making a joke out of my embarrassing crime against Niall's shoes.

　

"Are you whispering with a bull horn? Everyone can hear you." I said, and Kylie giggled as she placed a hand over her mouth.

　

"Oops." She innocently, making the social worker crack a smile as Harry went back to signing the papers, seeming to be unaffected by the current situation.

　

I guess fanfic character's had no sense of smell, like snakes.

　

I though did have a sense of smell, and the stench was beginning to get to me. Who knew digested Starbucks smelled so bad.

　

"Well..I'm..um going to go clean up." I said, deciding to just make my escape now, and Niall nodded as he stepped in his barf shoes to let me pass.

　

"The bathroom is down the hall.'' He said, still giving me that blank look, and I forced a polite smile as I then scurried down the hall desperate to get away so I could recover from this humiliating event.

　

I'm glad this is just a fanfiction I was in, because if I threw up on the real Niall Horan I'd never leave my home again.

　

Feeling my eyes tear up at the thought, I stopped outside the bathroom, and looked down to at the ground as I began to count to ten to calm myself.

　

Sadly though I never made it to ten, because right when I was whispering 'five' under my breath the bathroom door swung open, and hit me in the face!

　

That was the last thing I remember before blacking out.