Bad Girl
Loving The Wrong Person
- Prim's POV -
The next morning I exited the living room, still tired. Harry had gone to sleep after I refused to kiss him more (yes, I call the boys' by their real names now, they were happy) so walked to get some cereal. I take the bowl, spoon and milk out, then set it on the counter. I look through the cupboards to find the cereal.
"Can't find anything?" I jump at the sound of Liam's voice behind me. He laughs quietly. I blush, I have no idea why....
I nod, still blushing. He comes over and sneaks by me, trying to avoid touching me with all costs, but he touches my arm. I flinch, and Liam's face turns a light shade of pink.
"All we have are these...." Liam states, taking out a box of cereal. I try to see the box but his body is blocking it. "Frosted Flakes."
"Frosted Flakes?" I ask, he turns to show the box. I snatch the box, set it on the counter, and give Liam a bone-crushing hug. "I love you!"
"Whoa! Okay!" Liam's surprised, but he hugs right back. It feels so right to be in his arms. I put my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I have no idea how long we stand there, but I don't care.
I look up and into his perfect eyes. And you've got that one thing.... I smile, and turn my eyes to the ground. Liam takes his hand, sets it under my chin, and pulls it up so I have to look into his eyes. My face turns red. Liam leans in to kiss me and I don't hesitate to kiss him back.
"Hem hem...."
Liam and I push away from each other. Harry is standing in the doorway with a confused and angry look on his face. His hair is fly-away, adding to the effect. Oh, shit.
"Yes. 'Oh, shit' is right." Harry says, tying his sweats as he walks over to Liam. Fuck a duck! Did I just say that out loud? "Yes. You did. And you need to get better at that!"
I'm assuming he was referring to my thinking-out-loud problem. I watch Harry take Liam's hand and bring him into the living room. I stand there for a second, then sneak near the doorway, close enough so I could hear what they were talking about.
"What the heck are you doing?" Harry spits at Liam, his voice barely over a whisper.
"Nothing. I-"
"Not true."
"Harry, I kissed her. Don't get mad at me, but she kissed me back."
"Sh-she did?"
"Yes."
"What? What the fuck!?"
I hurry back to where I was standing and hop up onto the counter as they enter the room. Luckily, they weren't looking my way when I jumped. They approach me slowly, I'm scared.
"Who is it?" Harry asks me. I give him a confused look, I honestly don't know what he's talking about. Harry sighs. "Is it me, or Liam? You're gonna have to choose."
"I-I I don't know!" I stammer. I didn't think it would be like this. I start to break out in tears. Both of them try to comfort me but I can't take it. I run out the front door and and into Grandma's house.
The next morning I exited the living room, still tired. Harry had gone to sleep after I refused to kiss him more (yes, I call the boys' by their real names now, they were happy) so walked to get some cereal. I take the bowl, spoon and milk out, then set it on the counter. I look through the cupboards to find the cereal.
"Can't find anything?" I jump at the sound of Liam's voice behind me. He laughs quietly. I blush, I have no idea why....
I nod, still blushing. He comes over and sneaks by me, trying to avoid touching me with all costs, but he touches my arm. I flinch, and Liam's face turns a light shade of pink.
"All we have are these...." Liam states, taking out a box of cereal. I try to see the box but his body is blocking it. "Frosted Flakes."
"Frosted Flakes?" I ask, he turns to show the box. I snatch the box, set it on the counter, and give Liam a bone-crushing hug. "I love you!"
"Whoa! Okay!" Liam's surprised, but he hugs right back. It feels so right to be in his arms. I put my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I have no idea how long we stand there, but I don't care.
I look up and into his perfect eyes. And you've got that one thing.... I smile, and turn my eyes to the ground. Liam takes his hand, sets it under my chin, and pulls it up so I have to look into his eyes. My face turns red. Liam leans in to kiss me and I don't hesitate to kiss him back.
"Hem hem...."
Liam and I push away from each other. Harry is standing in the doorway with a confused and angry look on his face. His hair is fly-away, adding to the effect. Oh, shit.
"Yes. 'Oh, shit' is right." Harry says, tying his sweats as he walks over to Liam. Fuck a duck! Did I just say that out loud? "Yes. You did. And you need to get better at that!"
I'm assuming he was referring to my thinking-out-loud problem. I watch Harry take Liam's hand and bring him into the living room. I stand there for a second, then sneak near the doorway, close enough so I could hear what they were talking about.
"What the heck are you doing?" Harry spits at Liam, his voice barely over a whisper.
"Nothing. I-"
"Not true."
"Harry, I kissed her. Don't get mad at me, but she kissed me back."
"Sh-she did?"
"Yes."
"What? What the fuck!?"
I hurry back to where I was standing and hop up onto the counter as they enter the room. Luckily, they weren't looking my way when I jumped. They approach me slowly, I'm scared.
"Who is it?" Harry asks me. I give him a confused look, I honestly don't know what he's talking about. Harry sighs. "Is it me, or Liam? You're gonna have to choose."
"I-I I don't know!" I stammer. I didn't think it would be like this. I start to break out in tears. Both of them try to comfort me but I can't take it. I run out the front door and and into Grandma's house.
10/5/13