We Meet Again

Chapter 13: Skating

>> Skating <<

 Angel's P.O.V. 

"You make me feel like! I've been locked out of heaveenn! For too loohhoong! For too loooohoouuooohhngg!" I sang on top of my voice as I wring my dripping hair, letting it fall messily over my shoulders. 

I took a step out and banged my head up and down like an insane rockstar until I noticed five unexpected guests laying comfortably on my bed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! What are you guys doing here!?" I crossed my arms over my chest, holding onto the tiny piece of clothing that makes me feel at least still a little bit decent. But still, that doesn't make the situation less uncomfortable! My shit of a towel barely covers my butt for goodness sake!

"Uhm..uh.. Just hanging out?" Harry stuttered, five pairs of eyes immediately travelling endlessly up and down my body.

THIS IS A 5 STAR HOTEL! WHERE IS PRIVACY WHEN I NEEDED IT!!?

"GET OUT YOU GUYS!!" I squealed, dragging them forcefully out of my bed.

"But we're going-"

"Get out! We'll talk later!" I slammed the door on their faces, hitting Niall's butt in the instant.

"We don't mind if you wouldn't!"

"Don't worry you look hot!"

"And we like your singing too!"

"You make us feel liikke. We've been locked out of heavveeenn.. For too shoohhhooort!!" They shouted against the door, mocking the way I sang like dying rats.

"Hormonal teenagers!" I yelled back, making them roar in laughter.

God, why didn't they make me collaborate with a bunch of church dudes instead?

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"What were you guys doing in my room?" I gave all of them a sterned look, placing a hand on my now fully clothed hip.

"Um.. we thought it was our room. We were walking through the hallway and we happen to forgot which is left and which is right so we mistakenly entered your room. And apparently it's not ours because it's pink and has all of these glittery stuffs hanging around." Harry blabbered playfully, doing his best I'm-Harry-freakin-Styles-you-have-no-right-to-doubt face.

"My room isn't even pink! You are a horrible liar Sytles, I hate you."

"What? You didn't mean that, did you Wifey? Tell me not!" He dramatically buried his face in his palms. For sure he's biting his lip under those huge hands to contain his hysterics.

3...2...1.."Hahahahahaha!!" There, told you. The chimpanzee cracked up together with three of his baboon pals.

Zayn's P.O.V.

Sytles? Wifey? Seriously? When did they get THIS close that they already have pet names for each other?

I felt my left eyebrow curved down a little while the right one uncontrollably towered up. Seeing that I was the only one who's not enjoying their annoying streak, Angel passed a glance on me which she immediately broke off when I looked back.

"Why are you guys here?" She took a seat beside Harry. Of course it would be beside Harry. She doesn't even want to have eye contact with me for fuck's sake.

"You made that sound like we're not welcome here." Louis lets out a chuckle. 

"What I mean is, is there something to talk about? Like projects and stuffs?"