Harry's POV:
"Niall are you talking to Krystal?" I ask him and he nods.
"Hi Harry!" I hear her say and I walk over and wave. Oh yeah I gotta call M!
I walk over to my bunk bed and get my head phones and go on Skype.
I scroll down to her name and it says she's online. I click her name and hear it ringing.
Then the screen showed her beautiful face.
"Hi princess!" I say.
"Hey babe! What's up?"
"Not much! You home?"
"Yeah I just got back from the beach."
"Oh how was it?"
"Awesome! Well except for the lifeguard."
"What did he do?"
"Well when El and I were walking down to the water he did a cat-call to us and we ignored him. Then a wave hit me and I went tumbling into the sand swallowing some saltwater in the process. And I was coughing and laughing. Then El came and helped me up and the lifeguard came over and wanted to help and he was acting all stupid and when we walked back he called us hot and I called him a dou** bag."
By now I was filled with anger but part of me was because she called him a dou** bag. But I still wanted to punch him in the face.
"When I get back I'm gonna punch him in the face." I said angrily.
"Aww Haz. I'm fine though I don't think I'll ever see him again."
"Ya well I'm still gonna get him. No one does that to my girl. And I'm proud that you called him that."
I could tell she was blushing.
"Thanks babe."
We talked for about 15 minutes just laughing and pretty much doing nothing.
"Harry c'mon we have a performance in a half an hour! Simon wants us." I hear Liam say and I nodded.
"Alright beautiful I gotta go. I'm performing watch me?"
"Always." She smiled.
"Okay love you."
"Love you too Hazza".
I smiled and ended the call. I sighed and got up and followed the boys to Simons.
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"Alright lads let's rehearse the last verse one more time."
We are singing Were The Kids in America for tonight's performance.
"I don't want to go, baby
New York to east California
There's a new wave coming, I warn ya
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la (Sing)
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America!"
"Perfect! That's amazing!" Simon said and we all hugged each other.
"Alright Guys well see you in an hour."
"Thanks uncle Si." We said in unison.
He nodded and walked out. We walked to he dressing rooms and got our outfits on and the hair dresser did our hair. I stood next to Louis in the mirror and patted him on the back.
"Ready mate?" He asked.
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One Way Or Another
FanfictionA girl named Miranda was put in an orphanage by her parents when she was only 5 years old. She got raised by a family that hated her. All she wanted in her life was to sing. At school a new boy named Harry Styles comes in and they do a project toget...
