Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"I think you pronounced pathetic wrong."

Harry and I jumped apart faster than a coke addict thinking they’re sonic the hedgehog.

No joke!

We jumped apart and stood a good five feet away from each other.

I just looked down, probably blushing, and played with my fingers. I never blush! While Harry looked down and scratched the back of his head.

Well, things just got ten times more awkward…

“Uh, we should probably, you know, go.” He said, awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah we should,” I coughed harder than a cigarette smoker “go.” We both left the game room, I was in front and Harry in back of me. I could almost feel his eyes burning into my skull, literally!

When we finally got into the living room, I took the time to realize how weird these boys really were. They called us out for a movie yet the big screen TV was in the room we just walked out of…?

But, my curious thoughts were soon forgotten as soon as I entered the room. I stopped in my tracks completely and my eyes widened. I felt Harry bump into me but I didn’t care.

The room was actually clean! I could actually see everything. It really did look nice. There was a black and white theme with two white couches with pillows that had this polka dot design on them. There was this coffee table in front if the couches filled with magazines and these circular lights that hung from the ceiling. One of them, I remember having ‘whatever her name was’ bra hanging. Next to the couches was the dining room, and the door to go outside. Behind the sofas there were these swirly stairs that I will play on later.

“Wow, I can finally see the floor now.” I said jokingly. The boys all laughed at me.

“What took you guys so long?” Niall asked “Liam was getting impatient.” My eyes widened and a lie was buffering in my head.

“Uh, it’s because, um…” I trailed of not knowing what to say.

“She was playing the boxing round on the Wii and sucked at it so I had to show her my amazing skills.” Harry said flexing his biceps. His very muscular biceps…

“I think you pronounced pathetic wrong.” I joked and everyone but Harry laughed.

“Well hurry up guys!” Louis ushered us “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

“We even saved your guy’s seats!” he said again pointing to the couch; the only seats available were next to each other. Great.

I sat down on the way end of the couch and Harry sat next to me. I brought my feet up to my chest and made sure to put as much space possible between us. The movie started and pretty soon, I could feel Harry’s eyes on me again. He wouldn’t look away and I had a pretty hard time concentrating on the movie. Every time he would look at me, I would look at him to tell him to bug off but he would turn his head to the movie. I would look back at the movie and he would look back at me. Why did he keep on staring? Did I have something on my face? This went on a couple times and when I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I stood up, muttered something about being right back and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I locked the door and looked in the mirror. I put my hands on the sink and examined myself to make sure nothing was on my face. My blue eyes stared back intently.  I looked at my brown wavy hair. For someone that hasn’t showered since yesterday, it looked pretty good. Nothing wrong there. Next I looked at my lips.

The lips Harry almost kissed

They were as pink as ever for someone that doesn’t use lipstick. Nothing’s happening there. I wonder if he was staring at my, you know, ‘figure’.

I backed up a little and examined the clothes I was wearing now. I was still wearing my shorts and my loose shirt. Only this time, I took off my converse and was left will my mood socks. Yes, you heard me, mood socks. They’re just these socks with faces on them and right now I was wearing my period ones. You know, they had the face of a miserable person.

I looked at my legs and ran a quick hand across them, cringing when I felt the pricks. If Harry was seriously staring at me because the spikes on my legs were bothering him, the little asshole had another thing coming.

When I convinced myself that nothing was wrong, I unlocked the door, and turned off the light only to be meet with, yep you guessed it, Harry.

He reached behind me and closed the door.

“We need to talk.” He said standing way too close for my liking.

“We are talking.” I tried to make my way around him, but he blocked me by putting both of his arms on the walls next to me.

“I meant about the almost kiss.” He whispered and my head snapped to side to make sure none of the boys heard us.

“Harry, it was an accident. We were just in the moment and neither of us were thinking straight.” I convinced myself more than Harry.

“Yeah…” he trailed off avoiding eye contact with me.

“Listen, I barely got here and I don’t want things to be awkward with anyone especially you. So, I would like to start fresh if that’s okay with you.” He looked at me uneasily.

“Okay,” he coughed then looked me straight in the eye. “Hi! My name is Harry Styles!”

I faked gasped “Harry Styles from the boy band!?!”

He smiled at me “Why yes, yes I am.” I silently squealed.

“OMG my friends will be sooooo jelly! Can you please sign my boobs!?!” his eyes widened before I smacked him behind his head.

“Pervert.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch your name.” this time I smiled at him.

“Hi! My name is Allison Miller, but you can call me Al or Ally.”

“Very nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out and I gladly shook it.

There go the tingles…

“Well, Harry, it was really nice meeting you, but I should really be heading back to my friends, we’re watching a really intense movie at the moment and I do not want to miss a second of it.”

“Mine too! Care to, head back together?” I shrugged and gave him a ‘why not’ look.

“Why not?” we both linked arms and skipped back into the living room. We made it just in time when the female protagonist was passing her oh so amazing existential crisis. We both sat down and the other guys, oblivious to us returning, just kept watching the movie. When the movie ended it was still 9:00 and we didn’t know what else to do until Louis spoke up.

“LET’S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!” I don’t think that man has an inside voice.

“Whyyyy!” I whined. I hated playing truth or dare. It always sucked because most dares were just disturbing and some people ask us the most ridiculous questions for truth.

“Because it’s fun and you never know what kind of secrets you can find out from a person.”

“But Louis-” and then an idea hit me.

I can ask the guys secrets that they’ve never ever told anyone else, and give it to my Dad later on. They can’t complain because it is truth or dare. All I have to do is ask all of them truth and hopefully, they give me something to work with. I can maybe even make it look like there was a reporter hiding outside recording everything so that they won’t blame it on me. Wow, getting yourself into college couldn’t be easier. I smiled at him.

“When do we start?”