Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"I'm turning into my Dad!"

“Hold still!”

“It hurts!”

“That’s because you got dirt in it!”

“I feel on the cement Harry! Not on the Grand Canyon.”

“The Grand Canyon is rocks.”

“Same shit different toilet!”

Harry stops dabbing my cut with the cotton ball and looks up at me

“What?” a smile takes over his face.

My eyes widen before realizing what I just said.

“Oh my gosh! I’m turning into my Dad!”

“Your Dad speaks like that?”

“I don’t know, he said it stuck to him, and now it stuck to me!”

“Hahaha! Well hold still.”

“I will- OUCH!”

“There, done.” Harry smiles, standing up straight from kneeling on the floor. Once we’d entered the bathroom, I took a seat on the counter while Harry ‘examined’ my cut. He found this really weird bottle that suppose to make it feel better, but all it did was sting!

“I think I deserve a reward.” He smiles

I roll my eyes but kiss his cheek “Thank you, heaven knows where I would be without you.” I say sarcastically.

“You’d be in a hole.”

I slap the back of his head “Gee, thanks.” I put both hands on the counter below me when I feel a pain.

“Ouch!” I shoot my hand to my face where a splinter has found its way in.

“What is that?” Harry asks

“A splinter. I don’t suppose you guys have any tweezers.”

Harry thinks for a moment “I think Zayn has some.”

“Zayn? That boy has the bushiest eyebrows ever!”

“You’d be surprised how bushier they can get.” He winks “Be right back.”

Harry leaves the room for a second and he comes back with a pair of tweezers.

“Give me your hand.” I reluctantly give him my hand and he starts to poke it.

Poke

“Ouch!”

Poke

“Ouch!”

Poke

“Ouch!, Harry, now you’re just doing that on purpose!”

“Maybe…”

“Hurry up and take the thing out!”

“Sure, but you still owe me a kiss.”

“Later.”

“I am going to hold you to that.”

Harry puts his focus back to my hand and in a matter of seconds, the splinter is out.

“There,” Harry smiles holding up the pair of tweezers in front of his eyes “No more hurting my girl.”

I raise an eyebrow at him “Your girl?”

Harry’s eyes widen and he starts to blush “Erm.. well- what I meant to say…”

Aw, Harry Styles is nervous!!

Me being the obnoxious girl I am decide to tease him a little

“-and… well- it’s cause-”

“You know,” I cut him off mid sentence. If you consider what he was saying a sentence “-I still owe you that kiss.” I put my hand on his arm

Harry’s eyes widen again “You- you do?”

“Yeah,” I slowly start trailing it upwards until it’s behind his neck “-I mean, wasn’t that the bet?”

“Um…” before Harry can say anything else, I start leaning in. I feel him start leaning in too and he puts his hands on my hips slowly scooting me closer.

As Harry’s eyes close, and our lips are inches apart, I turn my head sideways and kiss his cheek.

I pull back smirking to find a very surprised and… disappointed Harry.

“There, now if you don’t mind,” I jump of the sink, our chests touching “I’m hungry.”

I give Harry one last smirk before I start walking out. When I cross the middle of my room, I feel a hand grab my wrist and pull me into them so our bodies were flush with each other.

“I’m very impressed Allison, but!, you’re not as good as me.” Harry smirks down at me. I tried to step away from him, but he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me even closer.

“Why thank you Harold,” I say trying to escape this death grip “But can you let me go now?”

Harry pretends to think for a second before looking back down at me “Okay, but a minute has passed…”

I roll my eyes as Harry turns his head to the side and touches his cheek with his finger, indicating I have to kiss it again.

“C’mon.” he says, waiting for me to kiss it. I roll my eyes again before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

But!

All last minute, Harry turned his head back, so his lips would be the spot I would kiss.

It worked.

As soon as my lips made contact with his, my eyes widened. Harry had his eyes opened the entire time, waiting for my reaction.

This isn’t normal… the part where we kiss with our eyes opened. It just felt weird.

Just as I was about to pull away, I remembered that I was suppose to make him like me.

How could my Dad get more pictures of us if I pulled away, and we didn’t go out again?

So, instead of pulling away, I brought one hand up and wrapped it behind Harry’s neck, pulling him closer. I closed my eyes and started kissing him.

I felt him smile before his hands traveled down to my hips, where he held them close to his.

We started making out for a few minutes before Harry pulled away and rested his forehead against mine

“I still think I’m better.” I told him.

Harry chuckled before speaking “Okay, okay.”

“So, I don’t have to kiss your cheek anymore right?” I asked

Harry smiled “Oh, I don’t know about that one…”

I pouted “Please.”

“Hm,” Harry thought for a minute “Under one condition.”

“Which would be?”

“Be my girlfriend?”

Dun dun dun!!

There it is folks, the million dollar question.

Under any circumstances, I would’ve said no,

But! I have to keep this whole ‘fake date’ thing going soooo

“Do you even have to ask?” I say as I lean in and kiss Harry again.

I feel him smile through the kiss before we have another make out session.

Just as things were getting pretty heated, we heard it.

“Hey, Liam wants to know how Ally’s- GAH!!”

Oh god damn it Niall, every freaking time!!!