International Love (Harry Styles Fanfiction) ON HOLD: MAJOR REVISION

Chapter 9

Songs:

"Act my Age" One Direction (such a fun song)

"Blank Space" Taylor Swift (seriously played in my head the entire time writing the end)

" Habits" Tove Lo (Love this song!)

"Ow! Niall, you're not the softest thing to land on." I moan. I lift my head up and don't see or hear Niall. "Niall?" I feel some rustling underneath me. "Eep!" I squeal. "Niall!" I look down and see some blond hair by my chest.

I push my body up with my hands so that Niall isn't getting the view to remember. "Niall?" He's just lying there grinning up at me. He scoots his body out from under mine and gives me a tight hug. Resting his head atop my breasts he sighs.

I hold my hands in the air not really sure if I should hug him back. "I feel kinda violated right now."

"Hey!" Harry yells as he comes up by us. Niall's eyes widen.

"I better go if I want to win. See ya loosers!" Niall gets up and races to catch up with the other guys.

I shake my head as I get up and fix my dress. "That boy is crazy." I say looking up at Harry. "What?" I ask when I see Harry's face.

"He's too fond of your boobs. And you do nothing about it."

"Harry it's not that big of a deal. He really didn't do anything."

"Well for me it looked like he needed to keep is hands off of you."

"You got it all wrong silly." I say hitting him playfully on the chest. "Niall was trying to say something and it tickled me, but scared me more than anything." The hug was a bit weird, but I don't want to worry about that.

"Well I don't know about you but I want to beat their asses." I say getting back on the board. "Come on." I hold my hand out.

By the time we make it to the end Harry is tugging me along as I sit on my board holding a piece of rope we found along the way. Harry holds the other end as he races to get to the others.

"You guys suck so bad at this." Louis says.

"Yea, I thought this was, 'Every man for himself,' thing." Liam mocks.

"I don't care, I won, you all lose," Zayn says, briefly sticking his tongue out at us, "and now I get to wear...The Robe." Everyone sighs in defeat.

"Seriously?" Louis whines.

"Hold up," I interject, " what is the robe?" I say putting air quotes are quotes around the words.

"Love," Niall comes over and drapes his arm over my shoulders, "The Robe is what every man dreams of wearing. It's the sexiest looking robe that can be used as a, what American boys call, chick magnet. Envision it now-"

"Whoa! I get it. I really don't need to envision it. I just feel sorry for Perrie." All of the boys smirck and blush. "What?" 

Before anyone can speak Harry whispers, "Let's not taint your sweet, naive little head," as he pats my head. Oh! That's how he's going to be, condenscending toward me? The nerve!

Clearing his throat Zayn tries miserably to relieve the awkwardness. "Speaking of Perrie, she called saying that she has the week off and will be able to make it in time for the concert. She says she can't wait to meet you, Willow. Good girl bonding opportunity..." It's still awkward. 

"She'd love to hangout with her, right Willow?" I blanch at Harry's question. What the hell? He doesn't need answer for me too! I brush Harry's hand off of my shoulder. 

"Yes, Willow would." Harry gave me a weird look. "Now, if you boys will excuse me I have to use the restroom." As I walked away I heard Niall saying that he still finds it weird we say that instead of loo. I quietly laugh to myself. Come on Willow, stay strong. Why is it so hard to stay mad at someone? 

Perrie arrived half an hour before the concert started. I was still giving Harry the cold shoulder and the tension between us was just weighing heavier on us by the minute. The boys were changed and mic'd and just finished their warm ups. I was playing guitar and singing with Perrie. "Wow Harry, your girlfriend has a nice voice." Harry stopped dead in his tracks. 

"We aren't together." He mumbles. I looked at Perrie with wide eyes.

"I guess I shouldn't have said the "g" word." Perrie makes an oops face and I just look down at my guitar. So awkward! "Niall, bring your guitar over and jam a little with us." Thank God.

"Thanks." Louis says accusingly. "Invite Nailer and not us." Louis then pouts.

"Jamming is a free for all smart one." I retort. Louis then mocks me and comes over and sits on the arm of the couch.

"Zayn? Harry? Liam?" Perrie says.

"Might as well. Just nothing too hard core." Liam says grinning.

"What song?" Niall asks. I furrow my eyebrows trying to think of nothing too "hard core."

"Oh!" I exclaim, "Habits by Tove Lo! I love ut and don't worry it's nice and easy on the vocals." I look at Liam anf he just gives me a funny face in return.

As we are singing we start off in unison and then play with different harmonies. Niall is trying to do the tabs while I just strum the melody.

We are all in our natural element. I never want the song to end. As we finish we end it with a nice chord. There is a moment of complete silence and we're all wearing these face-spliting grins.

Zayn breaks the silence, "So, are we ready to go out there and make some magic?" The boys all give a little cheer and make their way to the side stage. 

I figured this is a good place to stop. I could go on but then I'd really be on a roll and never stop.

I'm so sorry!  It's been so long since I've been able to even work on it. I know you must hate me for the long waits and I feel ya! I truly do. I promise that I will finish this but it will take time.

Anyway enough of my rambling. Please vote and comment! Love you all!!! Xoxo