Victoriax16

"“Your phone.” He said and pointed towards my bed where it was sitting. I got off Jaime’s bed and put ..." Best part ever http://wattpad.com/story/7428026?utm_content=share_passage

Victoriax16

""What are you thinking about?" Harry asked me. I looked down at him, as I was the only one still standing.
          "I was just thinking that Liam and Riley had the perfect relationship."no said.
          "What do you mean?" Zayn asked.
          "Well think about it, they've never really fought before and if they did it was just playful. They talk everything out and they are always happy. It's so cute." I explained.
          "We have the perfect relationship too." Zayn frowned.
          "You guys are far from perfect." Niall laughed.
          "That's what makes us perfect though. We fight a lot, but we still love each other and we're always happy, right?" Zayn asked. I thought about what he said and smiled. 
          "We are perfectly imperfect." I laughed, sitting next to Zayn and giving him a short kiss.
          "You guys are both wrong." Harry pouted. 
          "Thanks Hazza." I said, sarcastically.
          "Well its not my fault if Lou and I have the most perfect and most fun relationship. You two are just wannabe's" He smirked, triumphantly, pointing at Riley and I.e.
          "Wannabe." Louis said, shaking his head at us. I couldn't help but laugh at them.
          "You're right. What was I thinking?" I laughed. 
          "I honestly don't know." Harry said. 
          "NIALL!" I heard Louis shout. I turned my head to see Niall munching away on what seemed to be his fourth bag of popcorn.
          "Wha?" He asked, his mouth full.
          "You're eating all the popcorn!" Louis yelled.
          "Well, uh. I thought I was aloud to?" He said after he swallowed.
          "Yes, that's why we handed seven bags to you." Riley said sarcastically.
          "Sorry." He mumbled, grabbing a handful." Lol  http://wattpad.com/story/1207635

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"Chapter Eight- Pop Star Breakfast
          
          "Harry?! What the heck are you doing here?!"
          
          I got off on top of him, and knelt beside his lying form.
          
          Harry Styles. Lying on my bed, half naked, and moaning in pain. What is happening to my life?
          
          "Harry? Harry!"
          
          He looked like he was still in pain.
          
          "Oh god I'm so sorry!" I hesitated before putting my hand on his bare shoulder and giving him a shake.
          
          He still kept groaning.
          
          "Hellooo? Harry? HARRY!" I gave him a slap on the face.
          
          "What on- HEY!" that seemed to snap him out.
          
          "What was that for?!" he asked in disbelief.
          
          I crossed my arms, "I asked first."
          
          "What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, that you decide to kick me?!?!"
          
          I sighed. He still wasn't answering my question.
          
          Hang on.
          
          Did he just call me pretty?
          
          No. He calls everyone pretty.
          
          It's normal. The flirt remember?
          
          I decided to ignore it.
          
          "I thought you were a burglar."
          
          "What would a burglar be doing in our penthouse? This place is swarming with security!"
          
          I shrug, "You never know."
          
          He sat up, but gave a painful groan halfway. I winced.
          
          "Sorry about that."
          
          "You have one heck of a knee there," he said, chuckling slightly and leaning against the headboard.
          
          I smiled sheepishly, "I did karate when I was seven."
          
          "Well your a feisty one," he mumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.
          
          I raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry?"
          
          He looked up at me, realizing I heard, "What? Nothing. I said you were... uh... uhm-"
          
          "Never mind that," I cut him off, "What I want to know, is why you're here," I said, with arms still crossed accusingly.
          
          "What. In Rome? Didn't Zayn tell you that already? We're having a concer-"
          
          "I MEAN," I interrupted again, "in my room."
          
          He swallowed, "Well, uh..." he peeked at me through those long lashes nervously. He looked like an adorable toddler who got caught eating a chocolate bar for breakfast.
          
          Here I am again. Snap out of it, Sofi!
          
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"I went to bad rather early yesterday. Probably around 8 o'clock pm or so. Usually I'm a night owl. No, not partying, but on my laptop till like three am. YOLO!
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          I am exhausted from all that sleep and want to take another nap. Why we can't we hibernate like bears? Lucky bastards. But I promised my older brother earlier this week that I'd visit him for coffee. Its just my brother, so why dress up, right?
          
          Wrong.
          
          He was the most judgemental about my appearance. He always thought I'd "embarrass his imagine". Louis doesn't care how I dress and he has a lot bigger of an imagine then the old swimming star of Northern Kentucky did. My brother, Phillip, was rather popular for being an arrogent bad ass. I wasn't sure what people saw in him. He acted different around his friends. He was a jerk. But around me, he is crazy. He would be that person who would rip his comforter off his bed and run around the house shouting "I'M BATMAN!" Did I mention he was 17 at the time? Or that one time I was crying and he got on the ground and started hissing. Then stuck his legs straight in the air and started shaking them. He attempted to slither at me, but I had to remind him we was not actually a rattle snake. But he always knew how to make me laugh. I dress in a lacy white dress that reaches just barely to my knees and has very short sleeves. I put on some light brown cowboy puts that reach about midcalf. I tease back my long blonde hair, letting it fall in natural waves. I push back my bands and the rest of my hair with my signature sparkly sequin silver headband. It didn't exactly match but neither did my other headbands and my bangs were just not having it today so screw it.
          
          I grab the keys to my red converatable. But today I kept the roof on. I usually did. I had no disire to ruin the hair I spend hours on just to have the wind come and rape it. I jammed out in the car to Taylor Swift's 'Mean'.
          
          I met my brother..." http://wattpad.com/story/1224862