***Natalie’s Point of View***
"Think fast," Harry says, chucking a rolled up sleeping bag at me. It hit me in the face and fell to the floor.
"Jerk," I breathe out, bending over to pick it up. He laughs.
"Sorry. You were supposed to catch it."
"But I didn't."
"Hey, I warned you. Not my fault."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever. Where did you put the other one?" I ask. He points to a sleeping bag sprawled out on the floor. I roll my eyes again, getting down on my knees to roll it up. This is supposed to be his job, not mine.
"Here, I'll help," he says, sitting next to me on the floor of the attic. Together we rolled up the sleeping bag. We work in silence at first. Then I speak up.
"How's your eye?" I ask curiously.
"I don't even remember the bruise is still there half the time."
"It still hurts, doesn't it?" I ask knowingly. He rolls his eyes.
"No."
"Lies."
"I'm serious!" he protests, turning to look at me. He was smiling, and I chuckled as I finished with the sleeping bag.
"Okay, Haz. But you know, you don't have to act so tough. I mean, you're in a boy band," I laugh to myself. He stands up, blocking the stairway.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
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FanfictionNatalie was excited to spend the summer at her best friend's lake house. That is until she found out her best friend's cousin, Harry Styles, was planning on joining along with his four other band members otherwise known as One Direction. With some u...
