Build me up(One Direction fan fiction) ON HOLD

Chapter 3

Okay so, this chapter is kinda long. Sorry about that. And it's a little bit rushed. Hope you like it!

-Casey

Chapter 3

20 minutes later, and with a lot of help from the boys, we had Shasta on the guest bed propped up by some pillows with an ice pack on her forehead. I sat down and leaned my head on Harrys shoulder. "Thanks guys. If you hadn't guessed by now, she is a HUGE fan of yours. But if you get past all of the fangirling, she really is the nicest person you will ever meet." I said, gratefully taking a glass of water from Niall.

She stirred. "Sammy, I had the... weirdest dream ever.... The boys, all of them were... IN YOUR HOUSE!" She yelled, shooting up. She looked around crazily. "Sam... That wasn't a dream, was it?" She asked, hope in her voice. I smiled. "nope!" she grinned at everyone. "Well hi guys! I'm Shasta," She said flirtatiously. I don't even know how saying it like that is possible, but somehow she did it. Just like they did with me, they chorused there hellos and introduced themselves.

"I'm Liam,"

"I'm Niall,"

"I'M LOUIS! DO YOU LIKE CARROTS?!?!?!"

"I'm Zayn,"

"And last but not least, this is my longtime best friend Harry," I said for him. He smiled and winked at her. I clenched and I my fists. God Sam, what the heck is going on with you today? She smiled at everyone but it was clear to me that she needed another few minutes of fangirl time. "Alright boys, everyone out. I'm sure Harry here would be happy to make you guys some food." Niall perked up at the mention of food. "I WANT SOME!" he yelled, running out of the room. "Niall! Don't touch anything that doesn't belong to you!" I heard a crash, and face-palmed myself. "Shit!" I heard Niall say loudly under his breath. Zayn and Louis followed Liam, a little more slowly, and Harry stopped at the door.

"Don't blame me if your parents have to buy more food. Niall will eat everything in that kitchen unless it has vegemite on it." I laughed as he closed the door to the room. Shasta was biting her lip, trying to hold back the trademark fangirl screams. I could tell she was losing the battle. "Go ahead, just this once and then we have to keep our cool for the rest of there visit."

She started to scream. "HOLY CRAP THEY ARE IN YOUR HOUSE AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I MUST HAVE LOOKED LIKE A CRAZY OBSESSED FANGIRL PASSING OUT LIKE THAT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I HATE YOU I love you I HATE YOU I love you UGH!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs hopping out of the bed. "I'm sorry okay!? I wasn't allowed to tell you and I thought only Harry was coming. It was supposed to be some big secret and Paul made me swear not to tell anyone. And, no offence, but YOU ARE a crazy obsessed fangirl... And I'm pretty sure you would've passed out no matter what. Remember when you thought you saw Justin Beiber in the park?" I said, smirking. She let out an annoyed sigh.

"Yeah, yeah I know. It wasn't him but I passed out anyways. Why do you always have to bring that up?" She asked. I laughed. "Because silly, it was hilarious! You should've seen that poor guys face.... Okay. Are you done fangirling now?" I asked, walking towards the door. "No. One more question. How in the world did you get Harry to be your friend? And an even more pressing question, how did you get him to like-like you?" She asked, completely serious. I looked at her quizzically.

"That was two questions! Well for the first question, in kindergarten he took my lollipop at our class's pool party and I tried to drown him. And then after his mom would let me near him again, we sorta became friends. Weird how those things work out when you're young. And for the second one, where'd you get that idea?! He so doesn't like me like that. We're just friends!" I said, looking at the floor and blushing. "He's a big star now. He doesn't have time to date small town girls like me anymore." Her jaw dropped.

"YOU TRIED TO DROWN HARRY STYLES? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. I heard someone stifle a laugh outside the door. I shushed Shasta, and grabbed onto the door handle. I flashed her a sneaky smile, and yanked the door open. All five boys fell into the room, right on top of me. That's like 800 pounds of man right there, and let me tell ya, it sure did hurt. "OW GUYS GET OFF!" I groaned as they rolled off me. "Oh god Sam are you okay?" harry asked, kneeling next to me. "Yeah, just peachy, thanks." I said through gritted teeth.

I looked down at my arm. Blood. "Damn it I think someone's belt or something cut my arm..." Harry grabbed my arm. "Here. Let me help you." He took off his shirt(That he must've put on when he left the room) and held it to the cut. The other four boys were sitting on the floor awkwardly. "Hey Shasta, how about you show these guys around while I take Samantha here to the Doctor." She nodded excitedly. "Common guys! Who wants to watch a movie?" They all broke into smiles.

"Me!"

"I do!"

"Sounds good!"

"CAN WE WATCH FINDING NEMO?" Louis yelled.

She just laughed and led them out of the room. Harry took his shirt off the cut and looked at it closely. "Okay.... That looks bad. We better hurry." He applied pressure on it and helped me up slowly. Still holding onto my arm, he led me out to his car and helped me into the front seat. "umm Harry?" I asked as he climbed into the front seat and started to car. "Yeah?" He asked, glancing at me. "What if people recognize you?" he grinned. I always keep a hat and glasses under the seat." I laughed, then winced, holding my arm close to me. "Oh and Harry?" I said, looking him straight in the eyes. "Yes?" he asked. "You're not wearing a shirt."