Fan Wars (One Direction fan fiction)

Chapter 6

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Harry's P.O.V

Shannon Harrop, eh?

How about Hannon Styop?

No, too weird.

Sharry Hyles?

Slightly better.

"So, why are you here?"

Conversation time!

I love it when that happens.

"Week off"

Yes, that sounds mysterious.

I bet she's freaking out.

Maybe she's like 'WOAH THIS GUY IS SO DREAMY, MYSTERIOUS AND SEXY'

Well, the mysterious part.

And the dreamy...possibly the sexy part?

Oh, who am I kidding?

Of course she's thinking that!

"Do you just randomly stay in a block of flats on your week off then?"

If i'm honest, no, now we do not.

It's just that we wanted to keep a low profile for this week, the paparazzi have gone crazy recently due to the tour coming up.

Don't get me wrong, we love the attention, it's great, it's just that every now and then we want some 'alone' time.

Nope, not like that.

Low profile time.

"Well yeah, wouldn't you?"

Just a dab of sarcasm and she's all yours Styles.

Talking to yourself again?

In third person are we Harry?

Wait, she's not laughing.

Did I say something wrong?

"Just curious"

Well, she said that rather quietly, is she thinking about something?

Is she falling for my charm?

WHAT IS GOING ON?!

Shannon's P.O.V

Awkward.

Silence had fell.

Like that spider.

It just dropped from the ceiling.

I wonder if it's dead.

It's not moving.

I wonder if you can perform CPR on a spider?

I know! I'll Google it!

"What are you doing?"

"Googling how to perform CPR on a spider"

I really need to think before I talk.

I don't get it.

I ALWAYS think A LOT, so why can I not think before I speak?

Harry's laugh.

Excuse me whilst I melt.

"I know, I'm so dreamy, mysterious and sexy"

Wait, what?

He looks shocked, like he didn't mean to say that.

Maybe he suffers with whatever I have.

Well, maybe.

Can't-think-before-operating-mouth syndrome.

That's a syndrome, right?

Well, it should be.

"I didn't mean to say that"

Oh Harry, we know you are.

Hmm, how do I sound surprised?

Oh no Harry you're not!

Nope, that sounds bad.

"Whatever you say"

WHY CAN'T I THINK FIRST?

No, wait, that sounded alright.

"Do you have Skype?"

Really Styles, really?

First, you knock me to the floor, then you help me up and make conversation.

Then, you find my phone, which you return, as your flat, which you're staying in due to paparazzi for the week, just happens to be underneath my flat, you then request a film night before asking for my Skype name?

Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

I know what this is.

A DREAM.

I mean, these sort of things happen all the time in my head, I'm probably day dreaming.

Hey, hey Shannon, wake up!

"Harry, poke me"

That didn't sound weird, did it?

Nah.

"O-okay"

"Damn Styles, poke like a man!"

Why the ovary exploding laughter?

On no.

No I didn't.  

Can't-think-before-operating-mouth syndrome, WHY?!

"No, but seriously, do you have Skype?"

Well, if this isn't real, can't hurt, can it?

"Yes, yes I do"

"Well, what's your user name?"

Oh, he wants my user name.

But, it's embarrassing.

It's a play-on-words.  

"Erm, 1ShannonD"

Please don't get the reference, please don't get the reference.

"Added you"

PHEW!

How did he not get that?

It was LITERALLY the most obvious thing ever.

"I need to go, I'll call you later"

Asdfghjkl.

I think I just melted into a pool of Shannon.

This is your fault Styles!

It's you who will have to drain me from the carpet!

Woah, woah, woah.

I'm being hugged.

HOLY JESUS, THE WARMTH!

Best. Hug. Ever.

He's gone.

I feel pumped.

I mean, he did pretty much eat all my pizza.

But still.

This calls for one thing, get it?

A ONE DIRECTION FASHION SHOW!