Best Summer Ever

Chapter 8- Food Fights, Chicken Fights, And Real Fights.

::::::::::Chloe's POV::::::::::

I woke up on a soft pillow, that reminded me of fluffy, heavenly... Its just....AAAHHH! I mean that in a good way. I open one eye, and i see Harry lying next to me, his eyes closed, and a slight snore coming from his mouth. I smile, and climb out of bed. I slip into the bathroom, and, rummaging through the drawers, i pull out a new toothbrush, and some toothpaste. I brush my teeth, as I have horrible breath in the morning. Its not something i wanted my new boyfriend to experience. I take a brush out, and brush my hair. I was guessing its arry's, as it has medium-sized brown hairs in it. I brush it into a side braid, and climb back into bed. I curse when i notice a container of tic tacs on the bedside.

"Chloe?" He murmurs. I immediately shut my eyes, and pretend to be asleep. I must have done a pretty damn good job, because he stroked my forehead, and kissed it. Then i realized. MY BRAID. I open an eye.

"You knew i was awake, didn't you?" I ask. he smiles.

"You know it sweetheart." He says, chuckling. Haha. Chuckle. Chuckle is a very funny word. CHHHUUUUCCCCKKKKLLLEE. CH-CH-CH-CH-UUUUUUUU-CK-CK-CK-CK-LLLLLLLEEEEE. CHUCKLECHUCKLECHUCKLECHUCKLECHUCKLECHUCKLE. Chuckle. Harry laughs, and i turn to him, my face bright red.

"Did i say that-" I started. he nodded, clutching his stomach. I blushed even harder, and climbed out. he grabbed my arm, his eyes still squeezed shut with mirth. HA! Mirth. Heehee. I walk out of the room, but not before checking what i am wearing. Leggings, and an over-sized t-shirt. I sgh. Wait. How did i get into these? Must be Perrie or El's. I step into the kitchen, and pull out some different ingredients. I mixed them together, and poured them onto the girdle i had fired up prior to the mixing. That's right. Pancakes. PAHANCOCKHAYES! I take the first bite of the soft, fluffy meal, and gradually finish cooking the rest of the batch. Delicious. I put them onto nine different plates, and set the table. The clinking must have woken Niall up, because he trudged downstairs, rubbing his blue eyes. His blonde hair was ruffled, as though he had a restless sleep. I offered him the last plate, and the last fork, and he took it. He tore through the stack, and, laughing, i made him more. I turned, and a puff of white went into my face. Had he.... OH MY GOD HE THREW FLOUR AT ME! I growled, and took an egg out of the box. I hurled it at him, pulling my softball skills out. It his his head with a crack, and he whirled around. his eyes narrowed, and he took a handful of something, and threw it. I gasped. Sticky pancake batter dripped down my face. I grabbed the jug of milk, and poured it down his shirt, and into his hair. He gasped.

"NOBODY TOUCHES MY HAIR!" He whisper-shouts. He grabs me, and dumps the bowl of egg yolk, milk, vegetable oil and baking soda onto me. I squeal, and wiggle out of his grasp. I threw everything i could find at him. Then, i took the bacon grease, which was now cool, and dumped it on him. I also took yogurt out, and made sure that he got slimed.He picked me up, and slung me over his shoulder. I laughed in delight, but playfully struggled. he just held on tighter. Then, he walked outside, with me still firmly in place. Oh my god. was he- I didn't finish the thought, as he had already tossed me into the chilly water. I popped to the surface of the pool, gasping for air.I narrow my eyes at him, and lath onto his foot. I tug, and he goes flailing into the pool. He pops up, and tries to run towards me. I laugh, and swim under the water. What he didn't know is that i was one of the top swimmers in the country last year. I had evaded him for a long time, but when i came up for air, Niall was right in front of me. Like, if i had moved just a little he could have kissed me. We both started to lean in, but I heard harry. I jerked back, just as Harry walked out. He looked relieved. I felt horrible.

"There you are. Did you make these wonderful pancakes, Niall?" He asks. I look at him, and realize he is carrying a plateful of pancakes. Niall shakes his head, and i laugh.

"Nope. Your girlfriend." He says, putting just a little bit empathy  on the word girlfriend. Harry looked at me once more.

"Why are you in the pool?" 

"He threw me." I say, playfully glaring at Niall. he glares back at me, and i throw a small punch his way. he ducks under the water, and i groan. harry had set his plate down, and was walking towards us. I shot my hand out, and wrapped it around his ankle. He staggered forwards, and landed in the water. I laughed, until he scooped me up. i tilted my head, and he threw me. I went spiraling through the air, and landed on the opposite end of the pool. Jeez. How does he get that strong? Steroids? I swim back, and splash him. He laughs, and splashes back. Suddenly, Louis, with Eleanor on his back, came running out. they jumped into the pool, causing a huge wave to come from the large pool. Harry looked at me, and i know we were thinking the same thing. 

"CHIIIICKENNN FIGGGGHHHHT!!" I scream, at the top of my lungs. I clamber onto Harry's shoulders, and start to stretch my arm muscles. El looks a little scared. She hops onto Louis, and we circle each other. Suddenly, Harry goes rushing in, and i push El as hard as i can. She almost falls over, but Louis steadies her. I kick my leg out, and Louis crumbles, causing El to fall over backwards. When they pop up, blowing water out of their mouths, i crack up. Thats hilarious. Then, Louis asks if we can switch. Then, he whispers something to Niall. 

"Um, change of plans. Niall will be taking my place." He says. I nod, and Harry stiffens. I carefully clib down, and swim over to Niall. I was climbing up, when Harry held a hand up. 

"I am not comfortable with this. Maybe El should go on Niall's shoulders." He says. I groan. Niall turns red.

"Mate, she is allowed to do things with other guys." He says. Harry also turns red, an they circle each other. Like two male turkeys, competing for the female. I turn towards El, exasperated.

"What going on?" I ask. She looks at me.

"They must like you an awful lot to fight like this. They are usually best mates." Eleanor says. I growl, and head towards them, rubbing my head where their fists had struck me the previous night. I was still kind of pissed about that. 

"HOLD IT!" I yell, as they were starting to curl their fists, and head towards each other.

"What?" Harry asks.

"If you both don't suck it up, then i am leaving. Harry, i WILL do what i want. and Niall, i am STILL Harry's girlfriend. Ok?" I ask. They nod, and i make them do the whole "man-hug." Jeez. Food fights, Chicken fights, Real fights, oh my!