Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp.7- Cotton Candy Kisses

A/N: Hey my lovely Directioners :P

Her outfit is off to the side >>>>>

This story IS a fan fiction, and fan fictions has to have Romance, right?

Correct!

Drama, too?

Yep!

But how about a trailer?

:( I don't have one! So please send me one if you made one for this story. If you make trailers, that's great! If you don't, give it a try!

Inbox me a trailer and I'll use it for this story PLUS fan you.

Good deal?

Aight. Now after you read this, go to Youtube and search up some videos and make me an awesome trailer!

Enough of me rambling...let's get on with the story.

P.S IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE LAST CHAPTER, READ IT AGAIN BECAUSE I ADDED MORE TO THE CHAPTER! I used copy & paste and accidentally didn't paste the whole thing so you'll have to read it again to understand.

♫ Hating But Loving One Direction [HBL1D]♫

Chapter 7- Cotton Candy  Kisses

Last night, the girls and I barely got any sleep since we were too busy gossiping, so this morning wasn't pretty.

Danielle is moping around with her head down and refusing to talk while Eleanor bounces around the house, yelling random stuff.

And I, well, I'm a different story.

When I'm sleep deprive, I'm worse than girl on her period. I mope around, yelling at people and everything just seems to piss me off. So that's why, when Louis decided to make a comment about how my hair looks like a bird's nest, I chase him outside of the complex and into the streets, in his pajamas.

The worse part?

With a stick.

A big one.

And for the extra kick, I smack his butt with it.

In conclusion, you do not want to mess with me on mornings where I didn't sleep. I think Louis got the message because he stay at least a mile radius from me every time I walk near him.

Since I am already grumpy, being hungry didn't help.

I went to the kitchen to find a nearly naked Harry and Niall stuffing his face in muffins.

Typical.

I grab one of the blueberries muffin that hadn't got Niall's face in it and stuff it in my mouth.

Harry raise his eyebrows in amusement at my direction.

“What?” I snap at him. My grumpy mood still very evident.

“How can a girl eat like Niall?” He shook his head, the amuse grin not leaving his lips.

Did he just refer me to Niall? The pig who stuffs his face with food? Hell. No.

“Do you want to shut up or do you want your ass as red as Louis?” I threaten him.

Harry chuckle and raise his hands in defense, “Sorry. Lord, save my pretty ass.”

I glare at him one last time before stuffing my face with the rest of the muffin and heading back to my room.

Eleanor is still bouncing around, singing Lady Gaga while Danielle is nowhere to be seen.