What The Papers Don't Say
Which Mask Should I Wear ?
" Harry don't !" I yelled through my giggles.
" Say it ! " His fingers doing their job on my waist.
" No ! Just stop ! Please !" I laughed out of breath.
" I'll stop when you say it. " His lips curling into a smile.
" Gosh ! Fine !" My fingers found his jerking them away." My boyfriend Harry Edward Styles is the sexiest man alive ! And I know that because he makes me scream his name every night !"
" Now I'm satisfied." His smile stretched even more as his body left the top of mine.
" You can be such a dick sometimes." I fixed my messy hair from all the rolling around.
" Yeah. But I'm your dick." He pouted fibbling with the remote.
" You have no idea how wrong that sounded." I squinted my eyes in laughter.
" I guess sexual Bell mode is engaged ?" Harry asked looking at me with the stupidest poker face known to man kind ever.
" Don't fight it. You know you're gonna laugh." I crossed my arms together.
" True." He reasoned." I defiantly did not see that coming." He gave me a thumbs up.
" Don't you just love me ?" I sighed proudly as my legs instantly tangled up with his completing our comfortable position on the couch.
" Maybe."
" Oh ! You did not ! " I gasped covering my mouth dramatically.
" Yes I did." He protested.
" You're being such a tease these days ! " I complained.
" Why not ? Your reaction are always fun." He stuck his tongue out at me.
" True." I agreed quietly under my breath.
" Now I'm bored." He flopped his arms imitating a kid.
" I have an idea ! " I squealed pulling him up.
" What ?" He asked.
" Grab the recording camera and meet me in the kitchen." I explained.
" Why " He kept asking questions.
" Just do it !" I said entering the kitchen.
I grabbed some cinnamon and two table spoons.
" What's all of this ?" Harry walked in.
" Turn on the camera will you ? And set it up on that counter ?" I pointed at the right high leveled counter.
" Again. What's all of this ?" He repeated the same question.
" We're doing the cinnamon challenge." I bit my lip trying to pour the exact measurement.
" Oh god." He laughed." Seriously ?"
" Do I look like I'm joking ?" I implied at my face.
" You surprise me every and each day, babe." He picked up his spoon stretching my smirk even more.
" Should we just ?" I looked down at my spoon." Just get down with it ?" I looked up at his green optics.
" Tell my Lou I love him." Harry squinted his eyes shut.
" Yeah, yeah. I love you too." I felt a burn at the tip of my tongue where the spoon hit contact.
" Sweet baby Jesus !" He cursed coughing and choking the cinnamon out.
I spit out the content in my mouth making the air around me turn brown.
" I blame this on Isabella Maria John Lewington." His fingers pointed at me.
" I need to sanitize my mouth ! " I groaned in disgust as tried to wipe away the burn with a paper towel.
" Will you get that ?" He asked as the door bell beeped.
" My mouth can't function well ! " I pushed the recording button down.
What was the person who created this challenge even doing in the first place ? How do you just shove a spoon full of cinnamon and practically burn your tongue ?
I turned the door knob clockwise unlocking the door. Strands of hair blown away by the stronger new breeze of wind.
" What the hell ?" I wondered in confusion when no one was at the door.
I looked around one more time before noticing a white envelop on the door step. My thumbs ran through the light colored smooth feeling surface, tracing the engraved letters of my name.
" Who was it ?" Harry asked walking into the hallway.
" No one, actually. Just this." I waved it around.
" Well open it then."
" What does it look like I'm doing " I shot him a look of sarcasm as I ripped through the sticky part.
' I'm happy to say that I'm hosting a masquerade dance this year.
Please be there and bring a plus.
Xx, David Beckham '
" Babe we better get mask shopping." I flipped the invite shut.
" Say it ! " His fingers doing their job on my waist.
" No ! Just stop ! Please !" I laughed out of breath.
" I'll stop when you say it. " His lips curling into a smile.
" Gosh ! Fine !" My fingers found his jerking them away." My boyfriend Harry Edward Styles is the sexiest man alive ! And I know that because he makes me scream his name every night !"
" Now I'm satisfied." His smile stretched even more as his body left the top of mine.
" You can be such a dick sometimes." I fixed my messy hair from all the rolling around.
" Yeah. But I'm your dick." He pouted fibbling with the remote.
" You have no idea how wrong that sounded." I squinted my eyes in laughter.
" I guess sexual Bell mode is engaged ?" Harry asked looking at me with the stupidest poker face known to man kind ever.
" Don't fight it. You know you're gonna laugh." I crossed my arms together.
" True." He reasoned." I defiantly did not see that coming." He gave me a thumbs up.
" Don't you just love me ?" I sighed proudly as my legs instantly tangled up with his completing our comfortable position on the couch.
" Maybe."
" Oh ! You did not ! " I gasped covering my mouth dramatically.
" Yes I did." He protested.
" You're being such a tease these days ! " I complained.
" Why not ? Your reaction are always fun." He stuck his tongue out at me.
" True." I agreed quietly under my breath.
" Now I'm bored." He flopped his arms imitating a kid.
" I have an idea ! " I squealed pulling him up.
" What ?" He asked.
" Grab the recording camera and meet me in the kitchen." I explained.
" Why " He kept asking questions.
" Just do it !" I said entering the kitchen.
I grabbed some cinnamon and two table spoons.
" What's all of this ?" Harry walked in.
" Turn on the camera will you ? And set it up on that counter ?" I pointed at the right high leveled counter.
" Again. What's all of this ?" He repeated the same question.
" We're doing the cinnamon challenge." I bit my lip trying to pour the exact measurement.
" Oh god." He laughed." Seriously ?"
" Do I look like I'm joking ?" I implied at my face.
" You surprise me every and each day, babe." He picked up his spoon stretching my smirk even more.
" Should we just ?" I looked down at my spoon." Just get down with it ?" I looked up at his green optics.
" Tell my Lou I love him." Harry squinted his eyes shut.
" Yeah, yeah. I love you too." I felt a burn at the tip of my tongue where the spoon hit contact.
" Sweet baby Jesus !" He cursed coughing and choking the cinnamon out.
I spit out the content in my mouth making the air around me turn brown.
" I blame this on Isabella Maria John Lewington." His fingers pointed at me.
" I need to sanitize my mouth ! " I groaned in disgust as tried to wipe away the burn with a paper towel.
" Will you get that ?" He asked as the door bell beeped.
" My mouth can't function well ! " I pushed the recording button down.
What was the person who created this challenge even doing in the first place ? How do you just shove a spoon full of cinnamon and practically burn your tongue ?
I turned the door knob clockwise unlocking the door. Strands of hair blown away by the stronger new breeze of wind.
" What the hell ?" I wondered in confusion when no one was at the door.
I looked around one more time before noticing a white envelop on the door step. My thumbs ran through the light colored smooth feeling surface, tracing the engraved letters of my name.
" Who was it ?" Harry asked walking into the hallway.
" No one, actually. Just this." I waved it around.
" Well open it then."
" What does it look like I'm doing " I shot him a look of sarcasm as I ripped through the sticky part.
' I'm happy to say that I'm hosting a masquerade dance this year.
Please be there and bring a plus.
Xx, David Beckham '
" Babe we better get mask shopping." I flipped the invite shut.
Ok, thnx so much
2/17/13