Hate That BoyBand (h.s fanfic)| ✔

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IHateOneDirection♥

Chapter 16:

Kiss me, why don’t you?
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“You’re late!” Ms.Angelic screamed, causing some of us to crack an eardrum. I winced at the slight pain, but managed to not cuss aloud. The boys bowed their heads down in shame in order to get some sympathy from her. 

 “Something came up all of a sudden and we lost track of time Ms.Angelic. We’re really sorry we’re late—”

 "What was it that was so important you forgot about your own concert rehearsals?! Teenager nowadays!” She blew up, stomping off to her office. “ You boys better get ready in 10!”

 "Well, that went better than I expected..” I mumbled softly. Both Harry and Harper turned to me with serious faces. “What?” I raised my eyebrows, earning glare from Harper. 

“Don’t give me that look you American reject, it was your fault that we were all late in the first place!” She exclaimed in anger, taking a step closer to me. 

“Oh really? Was I the one who started the pranks? I wonder who messed with my alarm clock and woke me up at 3 am in the morning,” I asked sarcastically. “I wonder who replaced my face wash with glue, and I absolutely wonder who originally started this whole mess,” I scoffed, leaning forward to show her who’s boss. “You made your choices, thus these are the consequences you have to suffer. You can’t blame anyone else but yourself so shut up and quit trying to play ‘saint’,” I took a step further, our bodies inches away from each other. Before we could scratch each other’s eye out, Niall and Louis pulled us apart by the waist and I got pulled away to Louis’s dressing room while Harper got dragged away by Harry. 

“I hate her,” I snarled, bitting the inside of cheek. 

“ I know she can be a little bit ‘you know’....” Louis trailed, trying to fix his ribbed bobble beanie. He looked really good in his outfit. He had this cute style going on; a sailor striped pocket tee, Brewer fit Braces detail Gab Jeans and some TOMS oxford slip-ons. I couldn't help but have the urge to fix his beanie for him. It kept falling off the edge of his head and it really wasn’t working. I knew how I was with hats that don’t look right on people’s head. That’s why I don’t wear hats myself. If you’re gonna wear a hat, at least have the decency to wear it right. 

“ Oh whatever do you mean by ‘you know’? I’d rather you describe in detail. Don’t worry, I don’t mind the cursing,” I joked, earning a small chuckle from him. “Here let me help you,” I smiled, taking a step in front of him and moving his beanie to a comfortable position.  For a while I noticed him looking at me a little too much. “What?” I smirked, tilting my head to the side.

He averted his gaze away from me and suddenly seemed more into his TOMS rather than me. Turning his head a little too fast, the beanie fell to the floor and out of position, again. 

“Seriously Lou?” I sighed, picking up the beanie.

He bit his lip a little and apologized. I couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Here, stand still,” I grabbed the side of his shoulders and kept them in place. Then, I turned to look at him,cupping his face to get him to hold still. He was one of those people who apparently can’t sit or stand still without doing something with their hands or legs. 

“You have really charming eyes,” He commented as I secured his hat in place. I managed to hold in my laughter to not ruin the moment.  Charming? I’ve heard pretty before but never charming.