Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp.6 Girl Time

♫ Hating But Loving One Direction [HBL1D]♫

Chapter 6- Meeting the Girls

I ate my cereal silently, waiting for the arrival of Danielle Peazer and Eleanor Calder.

I am excited, but I didn't let it show to the boys.

It's been a while since I had any girl time, and now it's the perfect opportunity to change that.

Louis and Liam had fill me in on Eleanor and Danielle.

Apparently, Danielle is a dance and Eleanor is a model for Hollister.

Danielle majored classical ballet and Eleanor is still studying at University of Manchester about politics and sociology.

I also heard about Perrie, Zayn's girlfriend but she didn't come since they recently broke up.

Although I hate the boys, I don't hate their girlfriends...maybe.

I haven't met them yet.

“When will they be arriving?” Harry said as he stole my Crunchy Nuts cereal.

“Noon.” Liam and Louis replied in unison.

Noon is 10 minutes away. I thought excitedly when I realize Harry is eating my cereal.

“HEY!” I yell at Harry, grabbing my cereal back.

What gives him the right to steal my stuff? I tut.

Harry stared at me, looking confuse.

“Why did you take my cereal?” I ask him.

“That's MINE!” He yell back.

Pfft. I snort.

Crunchy Nuts are my favorite cereal, of all time.

“No. They are mines.”

I said slowly, as if speaking to a child.

He glare at me before tackling me to the ground, trying to grab the cereal box.

“Stop! Harry! Please!” I manage to say every time he move his fingers to a new spot, tickling me from head to toe.

I dodge his hands when he tried my neck, which is my weak spot.

“Harry!” I scream again, laughing.

Harry is too busy tickling my torso to notice me, so I took the opportunity to sneak attack. I tickle his abs and he jump from surprise and soon start laughing like a maniac.

I tickle him to teach him a lesson: No one tickles me. No one.

A cough interrupted our little tickle session.

I turn towards the sound. Eleanor and Danielle were standing with suitcases and matching amuse grins.

I flush. My appearance must have look horrid (a word I learn from the boys that stands for horrible). Messy hair, bloated face due to laughter, and wrinkle clothing are the outcome from the Harry's tickles.

I glance at Harry, who has the same look as me. His curls are in different directions, his face beet-red, and his white v-neck wrinkle to the max.

Yep, we're a hot mess.

I stand up and try my best to fix my look from a mess to at least presentable and smile at the two gorgeous girls.

Eleanor is slim and elegant. Her hair is parted in the middle with loose curls at the side. Her olive tone tan is accentuated by a loose lace shirt, and her skinny legs are showing thanks to a pair of cute black demin cut-offs.