Chapter 4-
A/N : I Guys, I feel like you people don’t exist
Nobody’s commenting?! Ah whatever, I’ll keep uploading
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Natalie’s P.O.V
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It might be a little challenging, since he hates me.
Right?
Alright, well time to wake Harry up, I hope this goes well…
“Harry! Time to wake up” I said running into his room to sit on the end of his bed
“Fuck off, I need sleep” He said, but of course I ignored that rude comment and laid down on his bed, looking at him with his eyes shut, our noses are about 2 inches apart
“Wake up” I whisper to him, next thing I know he is screaming at alarming sounds and running out of the room
Well that went well
As I walked into the kitchen where Harry was looking through the cupboards trying to find breakfast
“Do you want pancakes, I can make some if you want them” I said winking at him
Remember this is an ACT
“Er… sure” He said giving me a weird look, I must admit though, his bed head is kind of cute
I get out the pancake mix, pour some water into a cup and put the pancake mix in with the water. I next mix the pancake mix. After I’m done with this I pour the batter on to the pancake pan to cook it. (A/NFor people not knowing how to cook ;)
After the pancake is lightly brown I put it on a plate and hand it to Harry
“Er… thanks” He said oh so awkwardly, he was never awkward when he beat the crap out of me… I guess he isn’t good at being nice
“No problemo!” I said
“So this must be what you’d act toward me if I didn’t do those things” He mumbled kind of sadly
“Probably” I mumbled back before thinking
“Wait, what did you just say?” He asked eying me carefully
“POTATO, I SAID POTATO” I screamed and ran out
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It’s now 11:00am, and I had 6 hours to get ready, I better try and get Harry out of the house. They don’t need to meet Harry, nobody should get the displeasure of meeting him. I mean just imagine Harry hanging out with One Direction, they don’t match
I decided I should probably ask Harry now if he can buy me an outfit
After walking around the apartment checking all rooms, cupboards, hallways, closets, and refrigerators. I couldn’t find that boy anywhere. “FUCK” Is all I hear
“I walk towards the noise to see Harry in my room clutching his hand to his chest, what could he have possibly have done now?
And then I see it, there is a hole in the wall
I walk over to Harry to see he is near tears
CRY BOY CRY, I would love to see that pathetic cry of yours. Boohoo
“Harry let me see your hand” I say pulling the hand in my view
It’s black, blue, and swollen. Great, how am I going to get the outfit now
“Looks like you broke your hand” I said trying to comfort him
“Hurts like shit” He said back
“I bet” I said laughing, now I come to wonder, why did he punch the wall in my room? When did he get in my room?
“I came in here when I heard you walk out” He said, acting all mind reader ish
“I better take you to the hospital” I said
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After about a 30 minute drive, 4 hours in the hospital, and 30 minute drive back. All for a diagnosis with a broken hand bone and a cast.
I realized that it’s 6pm, great they didn’t show up, I mean why would they I guess?
“Nat, were going to One Directions special concert tomorrow” Harry said to me, breaking the silence that’s been going on for many minutes.
“Oh my gosh, Harry yay thank you so much” I said hugging him, I really don’t enjoy doing this
Oh well I get to see One Direction in person and hear their wonderful voices
“Yeah, my friend asked if I wanted to go and he gave me two tix” He said bluntly
“What time should I be ready tomorrow?” I asked
“Well the concert starts at 1pm, so we will leave around 11pm”
“Ok that’s great!” I said
I decided I better eat a sandwich and head off to bed, it’s getting quite late.
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11pm
I drifted off thinking about One Direction, One Direction, One Direction, and how I’m going to deal with Harry Styles. Ugh
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“Wake up buttersock” Harry said, waking me up. What in the hell did he just call me?
“Ugh, go away” I said still half asleep
“We’re leaving in an hour” He said, yup now I’m awake
“K, I’ll be ready” I said
I completed my daily routine in 44 minutes and 3 seconds, and yes I timed it. My daily routine consisted of showering, brushing my teeth, blow drying my hair, making breakfast, getting dressed, and lastly putting a light cote of make-up on
Yes! With 15 minutes to spare
While I’m sitting on the couch waiting for Harry to come out I see him come out, but he is only wearing boxers. I mean ONLY, no shirt, no pants, not even shoes…
Damn he has one nice of a body, well I guess he does have his own personal punching bag
“Harry we have to leave, put some bloody clothes on” I say
I must say, if old me saw me right now, she’d slap me
And also think, WTF is wrong with her?! Eh, whatever
Next thing, he walks over to my sitting next to me, still no clothes except boxers, lovely. I wonder what is going through that boys head. He reaches over and gives me a kiss on the cheek, I wince to his touch and he whispers into my ear
“I had a feeling you never lost your memory, you didn’t even have a concussion”
And then turns my stunned face, gave me a kiss on the lips
“I’m going to get dressed, we’re leaving soon” He said
Oh hell I’m in some deep sh*t, what is he gonna do and why did he kiss me?
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A/N
Hey, even though none of you are reading or commenting ill try something
If you can guess the name of the song this comes from, I’ll dedicated the next chapter to you
“Do I sound like a helicopter? Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
Alright well there’s my challeng, GOOD LUCK MY INVISIBLE FRIENDS!
Love you all, even if there isn’t any of you. ‘Tear’
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