“What? No real name?” Liam asked. I shook my head. “Well that sucks!” Niall said in his beautiful Irish accent. I gave him a smug little smirk. “For you. Yes. Yes it does. For me…well not so much!” Harry’s face fell. I felt like he cared. Oh. Well! “Look, I’m here to write about you boys. Nothing else. Alright? For me to make an astounding biography on you lads. I need you to trust me. So I can see what its actually like to take a look into your lives. I need every single small detail possible for me to write. I never want one little small thing slide. If you think there’s anything that’s too small for me to care…you’re wrong. Again. This all comes down to trust. Can you do that for me? Do you trust me?” The boys exchanged glances with each other, then Zayn spoke up. “Well, you look like a trustworthy woman, but than again looks can be misleading. How about you tell us your name. Then let’s see if we trust you more.” He smirked satisfied with himself. “Whelp! Then I guess I’ll have to earn your trust don’t I? As I told you before. You will not know my name until the very end.” With that I walked over towards the bunk beds… “Uhmm. Who will I be bunking with?” I asked. Harry’s hand shot up. “Me. You’ll be bunking with me love.” He said winking. I almost gagged. He wasn’t really flirting with me was he? Damn. He must be desperate to be flirting with me! I shook it off and tried my best to smile. “Alrighty. Sounds good!” I turned around to start unpacking. The boys all turned to walk out of the room. I thought they were all gone. So I automatically jumped halfway out of my skin, when I felt someone’s hot breath on my neck. “Holy. Fucking. Shit!” I breathed. I turned around to face the one and only…Harry Styles. “Sorry to scare you love.” He said winking. “Its perfectly fine Mr. Styles” I said trying to breathe. I was falling for this green-eyed, curly haired, dimpled boy. And I did not like it. Not one little bit. He came up to my face really close and I could feel his hot minty breath blowing on my face. He smelled good too. Oh. Fuck. Damn it Lindsey. Getta grip girl. He’s a womanizer. Besides he’s only flirting with you to get him to give you your name. Well. It ain’t gonna happen Styles. I’m one tough cookie. “Try and make a move I dare you. See where you’ll end up.” I said. He chuckled. “I’m hoping in your arms?” Now it was my turn to chuckle. “Nice try styles. But I’m thinking more of in the trash bin at one of your concerts!” I pushed him away. “Gotta get ready! G’byee!” I said running over to the bathroom and locking the door. I came out an hour later, with my hair up in a messy bun, wearing yoga pants, dark purple uggs, and an oversized purple sweater. I had washed off my makeup and put some cherry flavored lip balm on instead of any lipgloss or lipstick. I admitted that even in my sloppy I-don’t-give-a-fuck-how-I-look state I was looking pretty damn cute! I crawled into the bottom bunk and grabbed out my laptop. I was going to finish my Harry Styles Fan-Fiction.
“His eyes shone like emeralds. Precious and rare. His hot minty breath was on my neck. I could smell this curly haired boy. And damn. Did he smell good. I liked the way he looked. I adored the way he smelled. And I absolutely loved him. He was my dream come true and my happy ever after. I went to bed that night with our naked bodies intertwined together. I couldn’t help but remember how amazing it was. We had this connection. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And I know he felt the same way. I fell asleep with my head on his chest listening to his melodic heartbeat. He was mine forever.”
“YAY!” I squealed. I finally finished. Twenty Two chapters. And it was finished. I was so proud. I shut off my laptop and put it back in its case. I looked around and figured the boys were out. Because it was completely quiet and no one was around. I snuck my guitar out from under the bed and smiled. I started to play. “Now you were standing there right in front of me. I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe. All of a sudden these lights are blinding me. I never noticed how bright they would be. I saw in the corner there is a photograph. No doubt in my mind it's a picture of you. It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass. This bed was never made for two. I'll keep my eyes wide open. I'll keep my arms wide open. Don't let me, Don't let me, Don't let me go, 'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone. Don't let me, Don't let me go, 'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone.” I strummed the last note on my guitar. Suddenly I heard clapping and whistling. I look up to see Harry smiling and applauding. “Wow! Miss…Writer. You’re really good!” He exclaimed. I blushed. “Thanks” I said quietly. Harry tilted my chin up and I was forced to stare straight into his emerald green orbs. Fuck! I thought. He smiled and said. “I trust you Writer…Do you trust me?”
Oh shit!