Vice-Verse (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

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Remember Taylor Filorimo.

A face. A beard. A cloud. No, a Dragon!

I was studying the texture of my roof, imagining shapes with my brain as you would do with the clouds. This action occupied my mind so that I would not scream at the top of my lungs and dance around my room.

Harry had kissed me.

Alright, I had been holding it in too long..

Throwing my covers off of myself in a waterfall of white, I jumped up on my bed and fling my arms into the air, swinging them around in circles and my hips going opposite of them.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” I yell, pausing and realizing that there are other people in the house trying to sleep.

Whisper -yelling now ,as if to communicate with a mouse, I return to my happy dance and noises, jumping as high as possible off the springs of my mattress.

The closed door flung open, revealing a distraught looking Tea.

“May, it is too late for me to come and kill a spider for you. Eventually you need to grow up and just throw a shoe at it or something. OR, you could sacrifice yourself, have it bite you, and turn into spider woman.”

Her large messy bun flew around atop of her head with every sassy word she spoke.

“No, there is no spider. Something much larger,” I speak, laughing at her spider woman comment.

“Harry. Kissed. Me.” I say, breathing in between each word from my excitement.

“NOOO!” Teas disbelief only hurts my feelings momentarily, before I can't help myself to jump crazily around the room.

“Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss!!!”

My hair was flailing behind me, cascading softly over my back. I threw my head back while parading around before shouting my next phrase.

“He kissed meeee!”

Before I knew it Tea had grabbed both my hands and was swinging them around in the same way that the boys and I had been earlier in the night. At this point both of us were engaging in fits of our happy dances, kicking and spinning all around the floor and bed in my room.

A voice leaked in from the room a few doors down, “Quite down, girls!”

With this tea looked in my eyes and opened her mouth as if she was continuing her screaming, only this time no sound came out.

I giggled at her excitement for me, knowing that it was more related to the fact that he was in a band for her than the fact that I honestly liked this boy. “Alright, go to bed little miss.”

After shooing her off I look towards my bed, the welcoming arms of its strewn sheets and plopped down. I was exhausted from the nights worth of excitement, and was out like a scrawny boxer.

Waking up was disappointing. After spending the night with Harry a while back, I had expected to be gazing sleepily into his olive eyes when mine sleepily opened, but instead the only thing to greet me was the cork bored above my desk reminding me of all the things I had to get done today.

Not bothering to try to fix my tangled sheets, I slowly make my way across the square room and plop down into my favorite chair in the world. The bored had a long rectangular sheet of paper pinned to it listing off the items that needed to be completed this afternoon.