VALERIE

Chapter 3: Break a Leg!

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

As Harry and I are still snuggling with each other, Niall snaps out from his thought. "Oh, I have to go now." He stands up from his seat and makes his way out of the kitchen. "Oops! Almost forgot.” He says after quickly turning back around to us, “May I just remind you about the party later, Haz. Bring Valerie, okay?"

"Of course, mate. See you!" Harry answers, smirking at Niall.

Soon as we make sure that Niall has already gone out, Harry and I repel from each other instantly.

I look down on the table and clean up the mess I made before choking myself earlier. "Erm" I clear my throat. "What party is Niall talking about?" I ask him shyly.

"Send-off Party for Perrie. Little Mix is touring America, so Zayn planned one before his girlfriend leaves." He answers.

"Wow! I didn't know Zayn could be that thoughtful." I sigh and walk into the sink while holding the plate. I continue talking while washing the dishes, turning my back on him, and trying to start a conversation with Harry to forget the embarrassment I just made myself earlier. "They've been together for so long already, right? I'm really happy for them though. I wish they end up together.  They just look so perfect to each other. Well, from what I've heard in the news, he had one tattoo for Perrie. Aww! That's really sweet."

I kept on talking without hearing any reply from Harry. Expecting he's just behind me, listening to every word I say. "Anyways Harry, what  ..." I turn around to face him. "... am I going to wear for the party?" My voice fades into thin air as I find out that I was talking to myself all along. He left the kitchen without saying a word. Unbelievable! I thought to myself. Could he be ruder to me? This guy is really annoying.

I head out of the kitchen after finishing the dishes. I find him sitting by the couch with both his feet on top of the table, intertwined with each other and leaning his back. He is holding the remote and constantly switching channels.

I waltz in front of him, blocking his view of the television with both hands on my waist.

Harry leans sideward, looking for his way to watch the show on the TV. He glares daggers at me and complains while waving his hands, "Hey! Could you please get out of my sight? I'm watching the TV."

"I refuse to. I'm sorry!" I say, still standing firm.

"What's your problem?!" He raises his voice at me, still sitting on the couch.

"We need to talk."

He groans and drops the remote on the couch. I walk to get it and turn off the TV and I sit on the couch opposite him.

"So, I think we should figure stuff out before we get to that party later." I suggest to him as I sit comfortably on the couch.

He raises his brows at me and asks, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, we need to work with each other. We almost got caught by Niall earlier. Good thing, you nailed one good fake story." I commend him for that. He was pretty smart. Not as stupid as I thought.

He smirks as a response, proud of himself. "So what do you suggest?" Just then I had realized that I subconsciously fed his ego. NO!

"I think we should really talk about it and put into remembrance every single detail on how we started dating." I continue.

"Great!" He cheers sarcastically.

I stand up from the couch and search through the cabinets and dividers hoping to find a pen and paper that I'm going to utilize for taking down notes. After that, I plop back on the couch and Harry and I start negotiating. That negotiation includes arguing about every single detail. We just don't agree on everything. We have opposite ideas on everything. Hence, I've got this feeling that it's not going to work out.