One Direction's In The Girl's Bathroom

chapter one { earlier that same day }

Harry's POV

"Harry." She whispers, soft and slow. Shadows cover her face, but I don't need light to see what that beautiful face looks like. A goofy grin spreads across my face. She takes a step closer and I can see a smile on her lips. I lean in closer, I was about to kiss Taylor Swift. My heart flutters as I get closer, I can feel her sweet breath against my cheek. A beam of light shines down on her face. God she was beautiful. We're close now, just a few more seconds and....

"Oh Bloody pigs feet!" Taylor screams, a strong Irish accent escapes her lips. I give her a confused look. Where did that come from? Taylor's features begin to shift, Her bright red lips are stretched out and her eyes begin to shift color. Before I know it, I'm staring into the face of Niall Horan. I scream and I feel myself fall into a giant black hole.

I hear a thud and my eyes shoot open. I look around and find myself on floor beside my bed. I grumble a few words as I make my way up and lazily get under the covers. I nestle my head into the pillow and slowly shut my eyelids. Taylor Swift here I come...

"OH CRAP FILLED POTATOES! HE'S GOING TO BLOODY KILL ME!" I hear the Irish accent yell once again. I grit my teeth and ball my fist up. That was the last straw. What was he doing in my house this early in the morning?

"UGHH!" I yell. I rip the covers off and storm to my bathroom. I stand in the doorway, watching Niall look into the toilet.

"Is there a reason your in my bathroom looking into the toilet?" I growl. Niall's head snaps up and his baby blue eyes widen. A guilty look washes over his face and a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead.

"Er...hey Harry. Top of the morning." He nervously stands in front of the toilet, blocking my view.

"You woke me up." I growl, taking a step into the bathroom. Niall takes a step forward as well.

"Sorry. It won't happen again, you should really go back to sleep. You need your beauty sleep." Niall gives a nervous smile.

"You and I both know when I'm awake I'm awake. I can't go back to sleep." I hiss. Maybe I was being a little rude to the lad, but it's morning. I hate morning.

"Yeah well, maybe you should go get some breakfast." Niall keeps looking over his shoulder and he was kind of shaking. What was he hiding? Or more importantly, why was he looking into my toilet?

"I'm not hungry yet. I gotta go take a wee Niall." I start towards the toilet, but Niall backs away, blocking me from getting close."Niall move." I grit my teeth. Niall shakes his head vigorously. I push him out of the way and peer into the toilet bowel. Oh wow. It's a tooth brush. Wait a minute...That's...

MY TOOTH BRUSH!

"NIALL WHY IS MY BLOODY TOOTHBRUSH IN THE TOILET?" I roar at the blonde lad. He backs away slowly and his eyes get wide and fearful.

"Well you see, my tooth brush had this weird black hair stuff on it so....I was going to borrow yours. And then-" He starts to stammer, I quickly cut him off.

"YOU USED MY TOOTH BRUSH WITHOUT ASKING?" I roar.

"Now, Harry, calm down before you do something you might regret. I have a very good reason for using ye toothbrush." All color from Niall's face is drained, making him an usual pasty white. (Which is saying something, Niall's pretty white in the first place, like he said on the Alan show, Casper the Friendly Ghost.)

"Because there was black hair on it. Am I right?" I say calmly, raising an eyebrow. Nial cocks his head in confusion. Did the lad seriously not remember that he told me it just a mere 20 seconds ago?