One Way or Another

Chapter Three: You Know You Love Me, Haz

RORYS POV

I run up the small staircase through the living room, down the hall and into my bedroom. I slowly make my way through my messy room and onto my bed. I start thinking. Hard.

Why was Harry here in the first place? I loved having him here but you don't just show up out of the blue randomly. Even if you are a 'international popstar'. He usally told me when he came back home, never just popped up. Louis seemed like he knew something because in the van he would shoot Harry random smirks and glances and Harry would always look away. This really makes no sense at all.

I run a hand through my hair and walk over to my dresser. I pull out my pair of gray skinny jeans and my oversized blue jumper.The jumper drooped down over my bum and almost towards the middle of my thigh. Yeah, maybe oversized was a little of an understatement. I pull out my white converse from under the dresser and stick them on my feet. I walk across the hall into the bathroom and debate on what to do with my hair.

It wasn't the most common color hair you would see over here. It wasn't auburn but not ginger. It was unfortanutly bipolar, changing from straight to wavy to curly whenever it felt like it wanted to mess up my life. It came down to right above my ribs.I start doing a single braid over my shoulder. After I finish, I reapply a bit of the makeup that had rubbed off at school. Now I looked halfway decent.

I walk through my living room and smile when I see my 14-year-old brother sitting on the couch. Hopefully he hasn't seen me yet. I crouch and make my way behind the couch. I get up right behind him and bring my mouth right up to his ear. "My precious" I whispered eerily. He tensed up but kept staring at the screen of his phone.

I dedcieded to have a bit more fun. "My precious Jamie, come and join me" he completly froze up, slightly turning his head to the side. But not far enough to see mine.

I smirked and whispered again "Come Jamie, we've been waiting for you. Come" With the last 'come' I placed my hand lightly on his shoulder. He screamed throwing his phone halfway across the room and almost made it down the stairs before I busted out laughing. He turned around with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Rory!" he yelled "That wasn't funny!" I couldn't respond because of all the laughiing I was doing.

"But..you...should've..seen your face!" I sputtered out. He crossed his arms and glared at me. By now, I was rolling on the ground. "Priceless!" I scream. He stands there and waits for me to calm down.

"Oh by the way, Harrys here" he raised his eyebrows at me.

"He is?" he asked in disbelief. I roll my eyes at him. Harry was like that older brother he never got who did "guy stuff" with him. Probaly just stalked girls at the mall and other "manly things"

"Yeah" I reply "Come down if you want, but his band is coming soon so... Bye" I say quickly and walk down the stairs and back into my little bakery.

Harry's back was turned and he was talking to somebody other than Louis. From my point of view from behind the counter, he looked a bit taller than him. Or wait, was it just his hair? The hair, it was done up in, what do you call it? Quiff. It was quiff hair. Kinda done Elvis style, except for all that gross hair gel.

I go up behind Harry and pull a rather large curl emmiting from the back of his head. "Boing!" I say happily as it springs back into the mess of hair.

"Rory!" Harry whines and turns around to face me. I pinch his cheek and put on a little fake smile.

"Oh, is wittle Harreh hurwt?" I pinch his cheek a bit harder and wiggle it a little. He scowls and I grin.

"So" I turn the black haired dude "This would be..?"