One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 4.

Okay, okay, i know, i know. YOU HATE ME.

I am so sincerly sorry! I was so not able to upload, let alone go on Wattpad. School is really intense right now, and i found myself studying like mad this entire week for a Social Studies quiz, 2 French tests, 4 English tests and 2 science quizes.

Please do not blame me, you probably would have freaked if you were in my situation, too.

ANYWAYS.

This chapter will be juicy. I promise. So yeah, though. Lets get started.

*Enthusiastic drum roll.*

Which i really am not feeling right now because i just jacked up my pelvic bone, or hip joint to be more exact. Any the cause, i have a headache and a hip owy.

Please except my lame aplogy

I love you all so so so much,

D(:

                                                    ****Victoria's POV:****

As i felt my eyes flutter open, i realized somebody was either laying on me, or under me. I felt heavy breathing on the crest of my neck, and something mushy pushing down on my lips.

My eyelashes bent back, as i realized i was opening my eyes on somebody else's face. I groggily pushed my way up, wiping my lips.

WIPING MY LIPS?

My eyes shot open from their dreamy state, and i looked down. Under me, sleeping soundly was Harry Styles.

His lips had a white press, and it was probably from mine.

FROM MINE?

I jumped off of him, rubbing the hem of my baggy t-shirt on my lips, hopefully washing away any Harry germs that had omitted onto me.

"I see you have woken up." Liam walked in from the kitchen. He had a surreptitious and sly expression on his face, as he rubbed his hands together.

"Was i drunk last night? Did i drink? Did Harry and I..." I gulped, feeling my ears redden. 

I hope not...please dear God not...

Liam chortled. "You didn't drink. But you slept really late, which is probably you don't remember too much of last night. Although, you and Harry were sleeping, you on his neck, his head on yours, and then i guess you two shifted, and your lips meshed."

"No...NO NO NO...."

"No what?" Niall strolled in after Liam, heartily shoving a spoonful of Froot-Loops into his mouth.

"Man, American food is good." He continued, munching.

I ran my hands through my hair, trying to imagine this all was a dream. Because, this was going to be hell-y awkward when Harry woke up.

"Good morning. Why do my lips feel tingly?"

We all turned back, and Harry was awake, sitting up-right, but oblique on the couch, touching his fingertips to his lips.

"You ate Pop-Rocks last night...don't you remember?" I instantly thought of a lie from the top of my head, and splurted it out. I was hopeless.

"Don't even TRY." We heard a giggle, and then Dee followed shortly after, sporting a malicious expression, with the lizard "Snakey" perched on her shoulder.