Dancing with the Boys (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 4: The Spaghetti Challenge

I dreamed I was walking in a castle, a red carpet running down. But instead of walls, there were mirrors on every side, and for some reason I couldn’t see my reflection. A cold breeze washed over all of a sudden. I rolled over and the scene changed. I was now running on the sand, the sea not far away. I ran up to the water. It touched my toes, but I didn’t feel anything.

 Then a huge wave washed over me, drenching me in freezing cold water. I shook myself, and kept sleeping. Then I guess I sort of slipped, and landed with a bump on the sand. My eyes shot open. I saw Rachel’s and Niall’s face hovering over me.

 “Are you okay? We didn’t mean for you to fall off,” asked Rachel, concern in her voice. Niall extended a hand towards me, which I took and let him pull me up. “What happened?” I asked, looking around.

 My hair and shirt was soaking wet, so was a part of the bed. The covers were on the floor. “Well Alexia told us to wake you up —”

 “We called you, but you didn’t move, so we tore off the covers, thinking the cold would wake you,” Niall finished.

 “And then?” I questioned, eyeing them since I already guessed the rest.

 “Well… we figured some cold water should wake you up so…” Niall didn’t bother to finish. I glared at them.

 “And… now we go!” Rachel grabbed Niall’s arm and hauled him out of my room. Grumbling, I grabbed a towel and did my best to dry myself off. I left my hair wet, it wasn’t dripping, only damp.

 I yanked open my door and trudged downstairs. “Well look at that, did you fall in the toilet bowl again Lilah?” Harry mocked.

 I snatched a pillow from the couch and threw it as hard as I could at him. “Says the idiot who could barely figure out which way to put on his shirt,” I snapped. He glanced down at his shirt, and realized it was back-to-front.

 “And for once, she is actually correct,” he said in mock surprise. I narrowed my eyes at him. Harry gave me one of his cheeky annoying grins before yanking off his shirt. Okay, I didn’t like the guy, but he did have a good body. I tore my eyes away before he could see me staring at him.

 “And yes, I did see you.” My face turned bright red, and I scampered into the kitchen.

Louis stood at the stove, stirring something in a pot.

 “Hey Li, you and Harry got in a fight again, I’m guessing. What was it this time?” he asked, sipping the food from a wooden spoon.

 “He asked me if I fell in the toilet bowl,” I grumbled, accepting the plate of toast Louis pushed at me.

 “Well, I honestly can’t blame him though, you do look like…” he trailed off when he saw my death glare. I was in a terrible mood this morning.

 “And I’ll shut up now.” He spun back to the pot.

 “What are you cooking?” I asked.

 “Spaghetti and meatballs,” he announced, flourishing the spoon, which, unfortunately, still had some of the tomato sauce in it. It flew straight into Niall’s face as he walked into the kitchen.

 He blinked, then licked some of the sauce from around his mouth. “Needs some salt,” Niall said, before grabbing a slice of toast from my plate.

 “Hope you don’t mind, I’m starving.” I shook my head.

 “You’re kidding me. You just ate!” Alexia cried, walking into the kitchen. She snatched the toast from his hand. “You’ll feel sick if you keep this up.” Alexia walked out of the kitchen, munching on the toast.