The Bad Boy

Chapter 44

Stephanie's P.O.V

        I wake up to something tickling my sides. When i open my eyes i see Ally attempting to "tazer" me.

        "What the actual f*** are you doing?" I ask, throwing off the covers and sitting up.

        "Trying to wake you up." She says. "If you wanted to follow the binder, you should have been up an hour ago."

        "Screw the binder." I say.

        "You mean that?" She asks.

        "Yes." I groan, clutching my stomach. The end of my period results in major cramping.

        "WOOHOO!" Ally shirkes hopping off the bed.

        She dashes out of the room and returns a moment later, the binder in her hand. She climbs up on the bed, jumps up and down, jumps off and throws the binder into the trash mid leap.

        "Anyways." She says, sitting down ont he edge of the bed. "Is there something you want to tell me." She gestures to my minimal clothing, the least I've worn in bed with harry even though it's a tshirt and spandex like shorts.

        "Very funny." I say.

        "You on your period or something?" She asks.

        "The end of it, yes." I sigh, rolling off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

        I change into a turquoise tank top and a pair of Harry's black sweatpants. I am so happy we packed everything yesterday. I then grab my brown leather one strap bag with my laptop, notebook and books in it and head out to the living room.

        "Morning sleepy." Harry says when I enter the kitchen. He presses a vinte starbucks drink into my hand.

        "Why are you being so nice?" I ask him.

        "He's hoping to get laid." Niall says, breezing through the door.

        "You wouldn't happen to have a problem with that, now would you?" Harry asks.

        "Nope." Niall gives him a cheeky grin, heading out of the kitchen.

        "We already got the car packed, so whenever you are ready." Harry says, leaning back on the counter.

        "I will be ready in exactly three minutes and thirty seconds." I tell him, throwing my microwavable heating pad into the microwave.

        "What's wrong?" Harry asks.

        "You don't want to know." I tell him.

        "I do. What's wrong?" He asks persistantly.

        Ally then comes into the kitchen. "Um, how do I put this. Bloody hell, that time of the month, her friends are visiting, Aunt Flo is knocking at the door, arts and crafts week at panty camp, the tomato soup is boiling, paging Edward Cullen, shark week, having your garage painted, she's riding the cotton pony,opening the flood gates, her monthly oil change, her redheaded cousin, old faithrul is spraying, The Reds are playing, mother natures gift, papercut in an inconveniant place, making jam...." Ally lists.

        "For f**** sake i get it!" Harry screeches, covering his ears and walking out of the kitchen.

        "Really?" I ask her.

        "Yep." She laughs, as the microwave beeps.

        I grab the heating pad, and then head to the door where they are waiting.