Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"I can't help who I like."

“Awwww!”

“They look so cute together.”

“Should we wake them?”

“Yes!”

“Wait! I need to take a picture!”

“Well hurry up!”

CLICK

“Done.”

I don’t even want to know…

“Shut up!” I groaned trying to turn on my other side.

I failed

Something was holding me in place that I couldn’t even move.

It was an arm.

“Whaaa…”

“Mmmm.” I heard someone groan and they tighten their grip on my waist.

“Hehehe.” Someone giggled.

I opened my eyes to come face to face with the one, the only…

Harry Styles everyone.

“The heck?” I groaned, but still snuggled into their chest.

“What do you think they did?”

“I don’t know. Are they wearing clothes?”

“Lemme check.” I felt the blanket that was draped over us lift a little

“They’re still wearing clothes.”

“Sooo… what do you think happened?”

“She was cold and needed some comforting.” I said from Harry’s chest.

I heard gasps around the room.

“Aww, how cute.” Dani cooed.

“And she hasn’t slept so will you please leave?”

“Alright.” Someone sighed. I then felt the arm that was around my waist being taken away. When I tried to get it back, the bed was empty.

I felt empty.

Thanks Louis…

“Whaa…?”

“Where not gonna leave you two alone… in a bed… yeah.”

I propped myself on my elbow and opened my eyes to see Louis holding Harry’s feet, and Zayn, holding Harry’s arms.

Suddenly, Harry jerked awake and was dropped by both of them.

Ouch.

Been there, done that.

“What the heck?” he said rubbing his head. When he opened his eyes, they popped… out of course.

I could tell why though. He wakes up after being dropped on the floor, he looks up and sees seven pairs of eyes looking at him, then his eyes trailed to the bed, where his body once was.

His eyes bulge.

I think it was because you can kind of still see where his body was because that part was slightly ruffled up and I was looking down at him, kind of disappointed because he’s not there anymore.

I also think it was because we kissed last night.

Now that I think of it, how did Harry get in my bed last night? The last thing I remember is feeling his warm lips on mine, and then crashing.

“How did you get in my bed?” I accidentally blurt out. Everyone turns to look at me surprised as Harry blushes. I think they thought that we got in bed together, but we didn’t…