Chapter 8: Lips Are Locked

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Alex's P.O.V.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked clearly terrified.

"Can I see Trevor and Delilah?" I asked desperately trying to change the subject.

He nodded.

"This talk isn't over." He whispered causing chills to run down my spine.

I shivered as he walked away.

I sat on the couch.

I totally forgot the boys are famous.

Minutes later Trev and Del walked in.

"Umm... What happened?" Trev asked referring to my scratches.

I shrugged.

"I'm bored." I stated.

There was a marker(not permanent) on the table.

I grabbed and drew whiskers and a nose on my face.

"MEOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!"

I pounced on Del and Trevor.

"Get off!" Trevor yelled.

"That's what she said." I giggled while laying on them like a real cat.

Louis walked in and set a drink on the table.

"Drink." He demanded poking me.

I nodded.

What is it?

Authour's Note:

Are you fucking happy now!?!

This is the best I can do right now.

DEAL WITH IT!

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