Across the Hall

Chapter 3: It's All Fun and Games

"Do we need more guacamole?" I yell from the kitchen.

"No we're fine," answered Em. "They should be here in like five minutes," Bree stated as she walks through the kitchen.

I wanted to ask her how her interview went, but when she came home looking like someone had just died I decided against it.

A knock on the door breaks me from my thoughts and I hear Emily racing to the door, crashing into the wall as she went. "I'm okay!" Oh god. I hear distant mumbling and accents?

I make my way to the living room to meet our guests, but stop in the doorway. They all look like they're from a Abercrombie&Fitch issue. "Oh guys this is our other friend and roomie, Annabelle," Emily chirps.

"Annabelle, this is Liam," she points to a muscular brown haired guy.

"This is Niall," she introduces a blonde with a huge smile plastered across his face.

"That's Louis," a brunette steps out bouncing on his toes.

"And there's Zayn," she points to a guy with jet black hair and caramel eyes.

"Harry should be here any minute," Liam states. "I think Harry will fancy her," Louis says gesturing to me. Well if Harry is as good looking as his friends I don't think we'll have a problem.

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After getting the last beer bottle out of the fridge and balanced in my arms I hear a knock.

"Coming!" I say walking through the kitchen to the door. I open it to see the rude guy from downstairs. A bottle drops from my arms and makes its way to the floor only to be caught by the man standing in front of me.

"Woah there love," he says obviously unaware that he blew me off earlier today.

"I'm Harry and you are..." "Annabelle," I say, completely flustered as to why sweet guys like Liam and Louis hang out with this douche.

"Can I come in or is it invitation only?" He chuckles.

I stepped to the side so he could come in to our two bedroom apartment with a little living room attached to our cramped up kitchen. Comfy, one might call it.

He strutted in like he had lived here for most of his life.

"Harry!", Niall stood up walking over to his friend.

"Niall," Harry nodded in his direction.

"Hey Harry I'm Emily. That's Bree. And right next to you is Annabelle."

Harry looked over to me and asked, "Full name?"

"Annabelle Lee Robinson," I answered quietly.

"Annabelle Lee, like the poem?" I knew he would ask that. "Ya my parents are poetry junkies." I state.

"Cool." He turns away obviously bored of the discussion and makes his way to the couch next to Niall.

After everyone had their second round of beers Niall suggested spin the bottle. "Ugh that was so high school," Emily whines embracing her inner valley girl. Everyone cracks up including me. I guess everything is just hilarious when your drunk.

Bree grabs one of the many empty bottles and places it in the middle of us. "I'll go first," Niall says.

He lands on Bree.

"Come over here my Irish princess," Bree slurs. Everyone broke into laughter and my stomach started to hurt from laughing so hard.

Bree gives him a quick peck, but then leans back in, deepening the kiss. "Ok I'm sure the rest of us would like to go now," Liam says interrupting their make-out session.

"I'll go!" Emily declares obviously excited. Her spin landed on Zayn.

Lucky bitch.

Zayn leans in and Emily covers the rest of the distance between their lips. After about ten seconds Emily sat back down, pleased with her turn.

"I say we make it more interesting," Louis starts, "seven minutes in heaven for the next turn," Louis says.

I look to the person next to Emily.

"My turn," a husky voice murmurs. Harry spins and it lands on me. I blink again to clear my vision. Yup, it's me.

"Oooh would you look at that. Harry and Annabelle off to a closet. I'll time you," Louis winks at me.

Maybe I can convince him to just hangout and we wouldn't have to make-out. But I have an opportunity to kiss Harry. Oh god I'm so drunk.

I lead Harry to my closet and silently thank Emily for telling me to leave my clothes on my bed.

"So how do you want to do this?", I ask looking up at Harry.

"Well you see Annie we are going to make-out in a closet for seven minutes, suggesting the title seven minutes in heaven," Harry states.

"Thanks for clarifying Captain Obvious. Just make yourself comfortable in there and then we'll start."

"Mrs. Robinson are you trying to seduce me?", Harry questions laughing quietly at his joke. Original.

"You're the one that said we had to kiss," I huff annoyed that he made me seem like the desperate one.

"Woah calm down love. I'm just teasing."

"Whatever," I sigh.

"We should probably start now before we waste all our time," he smiles wiggling his eyebrows at me. I stifle my laughs and lean in.