Kind of a short, fun chapter. Next one will be better, I promise ;D
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Carly’s POV:
“You boys relly need to start cleaning this place up,” I say in disgust, bending down to pick up someone’s stinky sock.
“We’re guys,” Louis says, relaxing on to the couch of the tour bus. “Cleaning isn’t in our vocabulary.”
“Speak for yourself,” Harry says, coming down the stairs. “Carly’s right. This is way too disgusting.”
I smirk at Louis as I take the stinky sock I was holding and throw it at his face. He squirms and throws it off of him, and glares at me with his blue eyes. “You two are definitely perfect together,” he says. “Clean freaks,” he adds with a mumble. Standing up, he says, “I’ll be outside,” and then walks out of the tour bus.
We were still in Austrailia, and instead of going to our hotel, we were on the tour bus behind the arena. We were in the arena’s parking lot, where cars of the workers were, and the other tour bus for our bands. Liam, Zayn, and Niall were outside doing God knows what, and I guess Louis went to join them, so it was just Harry and I. I was wearing short denim shorts with a red loose singlet on top, and flip flops so I wouldn’t step on any junk that was in this tour bus. Living with five boys can be extremely messy, and I’m always the one left to it clean up.
So now it was just Harry and I left to clean this all up. I give Harry a look and ask, “Ready to clean up after our best friends?”
Harry nods firmly. “Let’s do this, poo!”
I laugh as I start off by picking up the dirty clothes, while Harry cleans up the left over food. Ew ew ew. These boys are so disgusting. Harry and I were more than half way done cleaning, when Niall’s Irish voice called for us. “Harry! Carly! Come out here for a second, will ya?”
Harry and I at each other, and then he makes his way to the door and I follow. We walk down the steps off of the tour bus, and look around the empty parking lot with the sun beaming down on us. “Where are they?” I ask Harry.
Before Harry got the chance to respond, Liam, Zayn, Niall, Louis, the boys’ band Josh, Dan, Stanley, Jon, and even my band Joey, Greg, Dane, and Drew, all jumped out of nowhere, all holding Nerf water guns that were pointed towards Harry and I. “Shit,” Harry cursed, and before we knew it, we were being sprayed.
All twelve boys squirted their water guns at Harry and I, the cool water coming in contact with our bodies as I let out a yelp and ducked behind Harry’s tall figure. My entire body was wet and my shirt was sticking to my stomach, but the boys continued spraying. They kept on screaming and shouting, while I hid behind Harry as he tried to get them to stop.
“Get Carly! She’s hiding behind curly!” Zayn shouts, spraying water on Harry.
All of a sudden, Louis runs over and stands to the side of Harry, smirking as he points the water gun at me. My eyes widen as he says, “This is for throwing that dirty sock at me.”
The pulls the trigger, drenching me once again. I let out a shriek as I move away from Harry and run away from Louis. He continues chasing me, and my keyboard player, Dane, runs over to me, and sprays me in water too. “Dane!” I cry, covering my face as I feel the water hit my stomach.
In one swift movement, I launch for Dane and snatch the gun from his hands, leaving him shocked and helpless. Smirking, I start spraying him with the water, and he runs back to the guys. Running over, I start spraying Zayn, not missing the chance to hit his hair. “My hair! No!” he shrieked, dropping his gun as his hands shoot up to fix his hair.
“Harry!” I shout, kicking the water gun on the floor towards the Cheshire boy. He sees it and immediately picks it up, a smirk on his own wet face.
He then uses it to spray Louis, causing a little water fight going on just between the two. I move a wet strand of hair from my face, and spray it at Josh, the boys’ drummer. I hit him square in the face, and he glares at me playfully. “Oh, I’m gonna get you,” he threatens, and then starts spraying me up and down.
I laugh as Liam joins in, and I waste no time in spraying him as well. By now, every single one of us were dripping wet from head to toe. As I finished spraying off Niall, my eyes landed on the curly headed boy who had his back faced towards me. Smirking, I pull the trigger and the water hits him in the back, causing him to turn around.
Harry’s green eyes lock with mine, his pink lips curving up to form a smirk. He strolls towards me, holding his gun, and I aim mine towards him, ready to fire. I notice as his flimsy white T-shirt sticks to his chest, his toned abs clearly visible through the thin material. I can also make out the tattoos he has on his chest, and as the shirt clings to him, his biceps are more noticable as well.
As Harry walks over to me, I take a few steps back, just to create a certain amount of space between the two of us. Harry lifts the Nerf gun and swings it over his shoulder as he walks over to me. I stop backing away, and now he’s right in front of me, towering over me. Drops of water fall from his wet curly hair, and I notice a water droplet streaming down from the side of his face, towards his jaw, and down to the floor. Knowing what he’s gonna do next, I quickly lean up and place my lips on his.
Harry instantly kisses me back. I couldn’t help my self, so while I kissed him, I brought the water gun up and sprayed it on his chest, causing him to jump back in shock. He looks down at his already wet shirt and looks up at me, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now,” his deep voice says, and he brings the Nerf gun over his shoulder and sprays me with the cold water, a smirk on his face.
I squeal as the water comes in contact with my body, and I lift my own gun to spray him. But as I pull the trigger, no water comes out. I ran out. “Fuck,” I curse, dropping the gun. The other boys are still spraying each other, laughing and screaming. My eyes dart back to Harry, who was still smirking, but thankfully he had stopped spraying me.
“Well, well, well,” he says, dropping his hand to the side while still gripping the gun. “Looks like someone’s out of water,” he smirks.
I bite my bottom lip, contemplating on what I should do. If I stay on the spot, he’s gonna spray me again, no doubt about that. But if I run, he’s gonna catch me eventually since he’s a lot faster. I take the latter, and make a run for it. My wet shirt sticks to my flat stomach as I run, the Austrailian air becoming a lot colder. I run around the tour bus, hiding on the other side of it. I peek in front, seeing if I can spot Harry anyway. When I can’t see him, I let out a sigh of relief and turn around to take the long way around the bus from the other side.
But just as I do, I bump into a wet, hard chest. I look up and my eyes lock with the familiar green ones, and Harry smirks down at me. “Not very smart of you to run away from me like that, Carls,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “I tried,” I shrug. I notice that he’s not holding his gun, and I look back up at him. “Where’s your gun?”
Harry shrugs, leaning forward. I lean back, until my back comes in contact with the bus behind me. “I thought I’d give you a break,” Harry says, the smirk still plastered on his face.
I laugh and all of a sudden, his lips crash down on mine. My eyes flutter close as I kiss him back, my hands moving up and I place the palms of my hands gently on his chest as our lips move in sync. Two minutes into the kiss, and we were interuppted by Paul’s loud voice. “What the hell happened here?”
Harry and I pull away, but our faces still remained an inch apart. Harry bites his bottom lip and the two of us walk from around the bus and see Paul chuckling at our wet bodies. “We had a water fight!” Louis grins childishly.
“I can see that,” Paul laughs. “You all are a mess.”
“You should see the tour bus inside,” I mumble underneath my breath, causing Harry to chuckle from besides me. “Be right back!” I say, and then run inside the bus. I grab my phone from the table inside, not caring if I was leaving water droplets on th carpet. Walking back outside, I hand Paul my iPhone. “Pauly, take a picture of us!”
He grins and nods, and the rest of us stand in a long line. It goes in order like Jon, Dane, Drew, Dan, Josh, Liam, Niall, Joey, me, Harry, Louis, Stanley, Zayn, and Greg. Some of them were holding their Nerf guns, while the rest of us just smiled. All of us wet, we stood side by side as I wrapped each arm around Harry and Joey, and we all grinned at the camera as Paul took the picture. I thank him and look at the picture, laughing at how ridiculous we all look with our wet clothes and hair. Smiling, I post it on Twitter.
@CarlyMcKinley: Water fight with the One Direction boys and the bands! Haha that was awesome! :D pic.twitter.com/JDS3240
Once I post it, my Twitter feed blows up.
-Hahaha omggg. They’re all wet xD
-@CarlyMcKinley give me your legs omfg.
-Aww Niall baby he’s so cute.
-Too many hot guys in one pic ok i’m dead.
Exiting out of Twitter, I look down at myself. “I need to shower.”
Paul shook his head. “Don’t bother. Just change into some dry clothes, ‘cause you’ll have to shower anyway before the concert.”
I nod, and walk back inside the bus. Going up the swirly stairs, I walk over to where my bags were and grab a towel and some dry clothes. In the bathroom, I dry myself off and change out of the wet clothes and into a tank top and a pair of pink shorts I got from Victoria’s Secret. Walking out of the bathroom, I was about to go downstairs when I heard the boys talking, and I stopped midway when I heard my name.
“So are you done with the song for Carly yet?” I hear Liam’s voice ask. Song for me?
“Almost,” I hear Harry reply with a sigh. “I’m kind of nervous to perform it.”
What in the world was going on? What song? “Don’t be nervous, mate,” Zayn’s voice says. “We’re gonna be up there with you.”
“Yeah,” Louis agrees. “And I’m positive that Carly will love the song.”
I take it as a cue and walk down the stairs. “Hey, guys,” I say, pretending I didn’t just hear any of the conversation. They were all still wet and dripping down on the bus. “Change into something dry. You’re getting the bus wet.”
“That sounds wrong,” Niall chuckles, before running up the stairs with Zayn right behind him.
I roll my eyes. Inappropriate boys. Louis and Liam also leave up the stairs to change, leaving me and a wet Harry. “Go change,” I tell him.
Harry rolls his eyes. “You’re not the boss of me, Ms. McKinley.”
I smirk. “If you don’t change then you don’t get a kiss,” I say in a sing song voice.
And he was then gone in a flash.
The things this boy would do for a kiss, I swear.
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Next time: Harry and the boys perform a special song for Carly ;)
I liked this chapter to write, but next one will be longer.
Go check out the intro for a new Harry Styles fan fiction I'm gonna start in May! It's called 'Nobody Compares To You' !
Here's the link:
http://www.wattpad.com/story/3945780-nobody-compares-to-you-harry-styles-fanfic-coming