I am sitting across from the boys, who are squished on the couch. I begin to laugh once the boys tell me the name of their band again. I smile and wink at Curly.

"What?" Suspenders asks.

"Well, it's just your band name sounds like One Erection!"

"Okay!" Suspenders says quickly. I glance at Liam and he has a pained look on his face. I made everyone uncomfortable, just my goal. Curly walks into the kitchen, I follow. But I hear one last thing before I leave the room: "She's crazy! Liam, you alright?"

I shrug it off and enter the kitchen. Curly is filling up his water glass in the sink. He sets the glass next to the sink, and jumps when he turns to find me on the counter.

I roll my eyes. "Hey, Curly, I'm sorry if that ma-"

I couldn't finish. Curly crashed his lips against mine, I didn't resist. I mean, who wouldn't? But I had to tell him that I was sorry.

"Curly...."

"My name's Harry. And I know your name is Prim...." Curly says sternly and I pout. He shakes his head, laughing.

"Well, you're Curly to me...."

"Yeah, yeah...." Curly rolls his eyes and I giggle. "Hey, would you like to go out for dinner some time? Just you and me?"

I wink and say, "Curly, you know I would love to...." I hop down and walk out to the living room. I sit back on the armchair, Curly close behind me.

"So. What are we gonna do?" I ask, crossing my arms. I don't let them respond. "I mean, something fun! Shorty? Suspenders? Tattoo? Curly? Liam? What do you think?"

"Um...." Liam says, deep in thought.

"Yo. Prim. The name's Louis...." Suspenders tells me.

"Suspenders sounds better."

"And I'm Niall. Not Shorty." Shorty says, stretching.

"I'm sorry, what did you say Shorty?"

"And it's Zayn. You should be calling yourself Tattoo...." Tattoo scowls at me, pointing to sun on my forearm.

"Um. I don't have as many as you do, Tattoo."

Shorty laughs and falls off the couch, making the rest of us start laughing. I whip out my iPhone and go onto Twitter. I post a pic of the boys laughing hysterically. I guess that while I'm on I'll follow the boys. Once I do, I automatically get followed back. I look up confused, and see that the boys' have taken out their phones and were on Twitter too.

I shake my head. "Guys! You didn't have to do that!"

"Yeah we did!" Curly mocks my tone.

"Boi, did you just go there?" I say in the sassiest tone I could. He nods, grinning. I smile. I stand, he does the same and we walk to the open space in the room.

Next thing he knows, he's on the ground. I have his arms pinned above his head and I'm sitting on his chest, one knee on each side of him. He struggles, but he can't get back up.

"You surrender, Curly?" I say, my face inches from his. He shakes his head. Catching me off guard, he rolls over and now I'm the one on the floor. "You ass!"

"I get that often, Love...." Curly smirks.

I kick him in the back somehow, he moves his hands so I flip him over and he is in the same position he was the first time.

"Bitch." Curly whines.

"I get that often, Love...." I recite what Curly had said less than five minutes ago. I tighten my grip on him. "Surrender?"

"Yes."

Notes

What do you think? I was laughing the whole time I wrote this chapter....