Stripes and Spoons (A Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne Love-Story) (Completed)

Chapter 20: Julia's Side

AUTHORS NOTE:D

HEY GUYS!!! SO I WANTED TO THANK YOU ALL FOR THE READS!!! WE ARE OVER 500 READS !!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT??? THANK YOU GUYS SOSOSOSOOOO MUCH! Lauren should put up the next chapter soon;) and I just wanted to say a quick little note. Just something quick...;)

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~Julia<3

Julia's POV

"Lauren don't forget to text me girlie!" I yelled to my new friend as she and Louis walked out the door.

"I won't!" I heard her call back. I think this is the start a great friendship.

"So," Stan said, sitting on his bed.

"Who get's what bed?"

"I CALL TOP BUNK," I practically scream as I run towards the bunk beds, grabbing my bag as I go. All is a sudden, I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, lifting me into the air. I squeal in laughter as I drop my bag, helplessly trying to pry his arms off me.

"No way! I wanted the top bunk!" Liam smirked, dropping me on the bottom bunk. Laughing, I jump on the floor, wrapping my legs around his ankles and sitting on his feet so he couldn't move. I wrapped my arms around his knees and hugged him tightly

"Hey! Juuuuliaaaaaaaa!" He whines, trying to shake me off.

"No!" I say childishly.

"I want the top bunk! Haha."

"Neveeeeeerrr!" He says evilly, grabbing the bar across the side of the top bunk bed and pulling himself up, making me loose my grip on his ankles and slide onto the floor.

"No fair! I called it first!" I say, still sitting on the floor as I cross my arms. I look to Stan, like I expect him to do something, but he just waves his hands in surrender.

"I'm not getting in between this. You too work it out." He mumbles before walking out, leaving us alone in the room. I just huff out a long breath, not looking at Liam, pretending to pout.

"Hey Jules." I just ignore him, trying to fight the smile being formed on my lips.

"Juliaaaa," he says trying to get my attention, but I just turn away. I stayed like that for a good minute before Liam picked me up bridal style from behind me. I fight the urge to yelp from almost being scared half to death and keep my arms crossed, a fake scowl on my face.

"Do you want the top bunk?" He asked like he was talking to a four year old. I nodded my head vigorously, still not making eye contact with him and still fake pouting.

"Fiiiiine," he sighed dramatically. He didn't put me down, but instead carried me up the bunk bed ladder and not-so-gracefully dropped me onto the fluffy red duvet. I quickly regained myself in a ball, sitting upright and hugging my knees to me, and still fake pouting.

"Ugggh." He moaned when he saw my facial expression. He was still standing on the third to the top step.

"Now what do you want?" He asked sarcastically, a small grin playing under his nose.