Blackout || h.s

chapter three - doorbells & dumbasses

My bacon was cooking on the stove as I read a TigerBeat magazine, the cover looking like it was made by a 5 year old in art class. My hair was in a nest above my head but I guess you can call it a bun, and I was wearing an oversized t-shirt and fluffy socks. My reading was interrupted by my doorbell ringing and i doggy-eared my magazine page to go answer it.
I opened the door to Mr.Cocky himself. "How do you know where I live?" I asked, a bit creeped.
"No time to talk. I'm thirsty." He said as he shoved me out of the doorway, walking into my suite. He walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a diet coke and sat on the couch, turning on the t.v. "What the actual fuck." I mumbled.
"What'd ya say doll?" He asked.
"Nothing, just make yourself comfortable." I said sarcastically.
"Thanks." He said as he smirked. I'm starting to wonder if he has an illness where we smirks all the time, I'll ask him about that. I walked in front of him, picking the remote off of the coffee table, turning the t.v off.
"Fine, we can just talk then." He said as he reached for my hips, pulling me over his lap in a straddling position. I punched his chest, reaching for my rape whistle on the near bye counter.
"Ah ah ah doll. Your'e stuck." I sighed in defeat, dropping my limp arms beside me. "Okay," I started. "What's your name?" I asked, curious since he has never mentioned it once in any of the conversations we have had.
"The boy of your dreams." He stated confidently. He laughed at his own " joke " and corrected himself.
"Harry Styles, but I wouldn't mind if you called me by that other name." He chuckled deeply.
"You're such a-" I was interrupted by the smoke alarm going off. I ran to the kitchen, the boy of my dre- Harry following close behind me. I picked up the pan that was on fire and ran it under the sink. After the smoke and fire had calmed down I then realized it was the bacon that had caused this mess. I sat back on the couch, sighing at the shriveled up black stick in my hands.
"What were you saying doll?"
Harry asked, taking a seat in front of me. "Before the smoke alarm went off." Oh.
"I was saying that you were I dumbass." I sassed back, angry at him for ruining my breakfast.
"And you have a nice ass."
"What?"
"What."