Mr. Popular and Miss. Nerdy Pants (One Direction)

Chapter Three Part Two

*A/N*

Hello loves! I am sorry I couldn't upload. I've been on a terrible writers block. This chapter is kinda bleh. But I hope you enjoy it. :3 Vote and comment would be very nice xD Tanks! Very short....

-Ana xx

(Penelope’s POV)

    “Hello there sexy,” winked Harry. I couldn’t resist but to roll my eyes at him. He was such a flirt it was so aggravating. Liam and Harry came in.

    “I need help on my homework sheet since, Penelope here is to dumb to figure out,” Niall said. I gasped.

    “Lies,” I said.

    “No,” he commented.

    I shook my head before saying “Yes.”

    “No.”

    “Yes.”

    “No.”

    “Yes.”

    “No-”

    “Callete!” exclaimed Liam still staring at the homework sheet waving us off. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Was that Spanish? I wasn’t that good with Spanish. I basically sucked at it.

    “What the bloody hell does that mean?” asked Harry.

    “Shut up.”

    “Fine,” Harry grumbled pouting. Niall couldn’t help but laugh. I still didn’t get it. Liam rolled his eyes.

    “No Harry; callete means shut up,” explained Niall. Both Harry and I slapped our foreheads from our confusion. We all began to laugh. 

    It turned out that Niall was going to get an F on his homework apparently Liam didn’t get it either. We sat on the couch not knowing what to do. I drew invisible circles on Harry’s back. I knew he thought it felt good; I mean who wouldn’t enjoy people doing that? Sounds a bit weird. Harry was beginning to feel a bit sleepy so I decided to do something to wake him up. I smacked his back so hard that Niall and Liam jumped five feet up in the air. They looked at us confused as Harry got up running like a little girl screaming.

    “SHI- Z! FU-FUDGE! HOLY FU-LIN! THAT HURT ME!” screamed Harry. I couldn’t help but smirk at his face. Priceless.

    “Really?” I said innocently. He shot me a death glare before sitting next to Liam who examined his back.

    “It’s really red, seems like it’s forming a bruise,” said Liam. I couldn’t help but laugh.

    “You’re mean,” snapped Harry.

    “Naw really!” I said sarcasm noted.

    “You’re a jerk.”

    “Naw really!”

    “Shut up.”

    “No.”

    “Yes.”

    “No.”

    “Yes.”

    “Puck you.”

    “When?” he winked. I gaped raising my hand showing that I was going to smack him again.

    “When hell freezes over.”

    “I’ll be waiting love,” he grinned. Niall turned on the television. A random channel came up. Let me tell you it wasn’t pretty. I gagged at the image.

    “Niall!” I yelled. He turned bright red changing the channel to Spongebob. Both Liam and Harry were laughing their butts off. Niall was so red he looked like a tomato. I gave them all a disgusted look. What was Niall watching before I came?

    “Ew Niall,” I said. He rolled his eyes. I got up grabbing my jacket. “I am leaving. You boys are just plain disgusting.” Harry stopped laughing wiping his tears.

    “No!”

    “Yes!” I mocked him he ignored.

    “Stay here with us. Besides it’s late. Sleep here,” he winked. I rethought of the suggestion. Just a night with the boys wouldn’t hurt.

    “Fine.”

    “Perfect,” said Harry. I sighed.