That Summer

Chapter 10

A/N edited. Feel free to point out any further mistakes.

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The next morning I wake up and feel hungry, lazy, and sleepy. Not a good combination. Makes me grumpy too. When I'm like this it is the easiest and worst time to piss me off.

I pull on some comfy clothes; baggy sweats and a crop top. I throw my hair into a ponytail and head downstairs.

I go into the kitchen and grab a bag of lime cornchips and open the bag as I walk, or stumble as you might call it, into the living room. I stuff a handful of them into my mouth and plop down on the couch.

I hear a very loud groan and jump back up. I just sat on Harry. Whoops. Forgot he was sleeping down here.

"Sorry Haz," I mutter.

"No problem sis, but can you go sit on the other couch?"

I do as I was asked but look first this time. Niall isn't there. Must have left.

Nope. Not a chance.

He comes in and sits down right next to me, grabbing as many chips as he can, then taking the remote and switching the channel. What the hell!

"Asshole," I mumble under my breathe. Unfortunately he hears me.

"That's not a nice way to say good morning to your bff!" Niall protests.

I stick my tongue out at him and try to get up. Niall grabs me by the waist and pulls me back down before he starts tickling me like crazy. Damn it how'd he find my weakness!?

"Stop!" I whine. It doesn't work well though because I giggle right after.

"Nope. Not till I get a proper ello. " he smirks.

"Never will I surrender!" I scream. He tickles me again and out comes more giggles. Not fair. He's so cheating!

"Stop flirting!" Harry whines as he puts a pillow over his ears. "Its gross."

"Oh like I haven't seen you flirt with girls before." Niall says.

I nod. Then quickly add "Plus we weren't flirting!"

"Whatever," Harry says.

"Haz you sound like a girl."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Not!"

"Yes! You do!"

"Nope!"

"Um yeah!"

"Both of you sound like little children." Liam muses as he and Dani come into the living room.

"When did you get here?" I ask, childishly putting my hands on my hips and pouting.

Dani laughs at me. "You aren't helping your case."

"Neither are you!" I stick my tongue out at her. Again everyone laughs at me. "Fine! I'm immature. If you don't like it then too bad!" I realize that this too sounds like a child. Ugh!

I storm up the stairs and hear Lou, who must have also just come in, yell, "That was also immature!"

I know he can't see it, but I flip him off. Blah! I really am immature. Deal with it!

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs a while later. Finally came to apologize eh? (A/N Sorry. I know British people don't say it but I'm Canadian and I can't help it)