Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"I didn't know you were such a wild child."

“Ally. Hello, Ally? You there?” I heard Harry say to me. I couldn’t speak.

Oh my god! Now I know why he was avoiding me all morning. If I were him, I would hate me too. I mean, c’mon! I feel asleep! I don’t know why, but I guess all the alcohol in my system got to my brain and made me sleep.

Oh, Harry…

Oh my god! Harry! Harry and I kissed! We kissed! Not only that but I saw his abs! And we almost went all the way!!!

“Whoa, Ally, you alright, you look a little pale.” Harry said coming up to me and putting his hand on my forehead. I slapped it away quickly, not wanting to be this close to him.

I gulped “Yeah, just remembered something.”

“What.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows. I couldn’t tell him could I? I mean, what would happen?

“Nothing, just forget it.” I shrugged

“Okay,” Harry looked at me skeptically

“Well, I better get going, good luck finding your phone.” I waved at him one last time and left his room.

Well, that was awkward… for me of course.

I descended the stairs (oh, fancy word) and went back into the TV/living room. I sat down in my old seat and thought about… it.

Harry and I kissed.

We kissed and I don’t even remember it.

We kissed, and kissed, and kissed!

I, Allison Kathryn Miller have kissed international pop star, Harry Styles, when I was drunk… and I enjoyed it.

But wait! I don’t get one thing. If Harry was so mad at me, why was I wearing his shirt? I mean, if the girls did change me, did that mean Harry gave them his Ramones shirt and told them to use it? The girls could’ve obviously gone to my duffle bag and gotten some pajamas out or something.

Now that I think about the kiss, I don’t feel very comfortable wearing his shirt. Cue the shudder

“Ally! Hello!” someone started waving their hands in my face.

“What?” I said.

“Your phones ringing.” Liam pointed to the coffee table

WARNING! DO NOT ANSWER THE PHONE! YOU HEAR ME ALLY! IT’S YOUR DAD!! DON’T ANSWER IT!!!

Yeah, I changed my ringtone, and I personalized it…so what?

I groaned and looked up at the ceiling “Can’t you give me a break? Even when I’m hung over?!” I reached out and grabbed the phone. I didn’t even care if the boys heard my conversation this time.

“What!?” I snapped. Eleanor and Danielle looked at me like I was crazy talking to my Dad this way, but the boys knew why though.

“My office, now.” He simply said

“What, no yelling this time? No ‘You are in big trouble young lady’? Who are you and what have you done with my Dad?”

“Now.” Wow, he was calm

“Since you’re not yelling, I don’t see a reason why I should.”

“Ally! Get your ass over here NOW!!” I smiled. I’m pretty sure the guys heard that.

“There you go. Relaxation does not suite you old man. Now I finally understand why you ditched me that time we had those yoga lessons together.”