Kiss Me All Over
2
I decided to use my Nia/Fred story for my fan fiction. My one about a girl using her childhood friend for her own selfish reasons. I sat there for hours, typing away my first chapter, editing through it about twenty times. still, i felt like i was missing something. I spin around in my chair as Harry walks in.
“I can’t cook!” He shouts. I jolt upwards, slamming my computer shut. He comes into my bedroom and sits on my bed.
“Can you please just do one thing I ask?” I groan sitting back in my chair. Harry shakes his head, messing with his hair. He uses his hand to fix it.
“Macaroni is hard to make.” He grins. I roll my eyes at his words. He just loved messing with me.
“You worked at a bakery, go make bread.” I joke around. He lifts up an eyebrow. He strides over to my chair. I freeze as he touches my shoulders.
What?
He traces my shoulder bones, making me shiver. I felt my face heat up a bit. I swivel facing him. “Sto-“ I go to say until he shoves me off the chair so he was now on top. I was on the ground my mouth open wide.
“I win.” He stares down at me. I seriously am questioning our friendship.
“Rude.” I point out. He shrugs.
"You were the one who said you wanted to be treated equally.” He responds.
Crap, he’s right.
“Get out of my room.” I demand. He gets out of the chair.
“You’re just admitting I win.” He comes up to me extending his arm down to me. I grab it as he helps me up.
“If I say it will you just leave me alone?” I ask. He nods his head.
“Fine, you won.” I finally say. He smiles, walking out of my room.
“Thank you. By the way I invited Chrissie over today so if you want I can just bring it up to you.” He says.
“Gross, I need to stop sharing a place with you. It’s gross when you bring girls over.” I respond.
“Then move out.” He says closing my door. I shake my head heading to my chair. Sometimes that boy just shocks me.
“Okay, now back to my story.” I talk to myself. I open my computer. I continue to read it noticing what the
editor meant. My story was dull it felt like a robot was reading it.
"Hey." Harry pops his head back in. I check the time quickly.
"Back so soon?" I smile turning to face him. I close my computer ask do this, making sure he wouldn't see. He rolls his eyes this time, which was surprising since he would usually add on to my jokes. Chrissie walks into my room making my smile, unhappily, turn upside down.
"Hi." She says in her squeaky voice that made me cringe. I give her an unwelcoming wave, making sure not to make too much eye contact.
I hated this girl.
"I'm going to finish the food could you entertain Chris please?" He asks me.
I laugh inside, he expects so much of me.
"Why not." I say in my extra icy, hatred filled, voice. I could see the scared bunny act in her glance to Harry as he just smiles.
He's doing this on purpose. He knows I hate her.
"Why don't you sit on my bed?" I offer Chrissie. I point to me bed as she nods. I open my laptop and continue to reread my book for the billionth time.
"What's that?" She whispers behind me. I felt like I had a heart attack as I feel myself literally jump. I close my computer once again and face Chrissie.
"Nothing." I lightly furrow my brows. I could tell she was all the sudden more comfortable.
"That's really creepy you know." She smirks giving me the not innocent Chrissie.
This is why I hated her, she is always so sweet to Harry then is Mrs. Bitchy to me.
"What is?" I question glaring daggers at her now. She sits back on my bed, moving her hair to the side.
"Having a fan fiction. Especially about Harry." She blurts. My mouth opens barely.
"Yo-" I start to say.
Harry walks in slamming my door against the wall. I shut my mouth, sinking into my chair.
It's not like I have an obsession with him. It's for my writing. Chrissie smiles, back to her sweet self and Harry leaves with her.
I feel the anger go through me, and I transferred it to my writing.
Turns out using my real life is useful in my writing.
“I can’t cook!” He shouts. I jolt upwards, slamming my computer shut. He comes into my bedroom and sits on my bed.
“Can you please just do one thing I ask?” I groan sitting back in my chair. Harry shakes his head, messing with his hair. He uses his hand to fix it.
“Macaroni is hard to make.” He grins. I roll my eyes at his words. He just loved messing with me.
“You worked at a bakery, go make bread.” I joke around. He lifts up an eyebrow. He strides over to my chair. I freeze as he touches my shoulders.
What?
He traces my shoulder bones, making me shiver. I felt my face heat up a bit. I swivel facing him. “Sto-“ I go to say until he shoves me off the chair so he was now on top. I was on the ground my mouth open wide.
“I win.” He stares down at me. I seriously am questioning our friendship.
“Rude.” I point out. He shrugs.
"You were the one who said you wanted to be treated equally.” He responds.
Crap, he’s right.
“Get out of my room.” I demand. He gets out of the chair.
“You’re just admitting I win.” He comes up to me extending his arm down to me. I grab it as he helps me up.
“If I say it will you just leave me alone?” I ask. He nods his head.
“Fine, you won.” I finally say. He smiles, walking out of my room.
“Thank you. By the way I invited Chrissie over today so if you want I can just bring it up to you.” He says.
“Gross, I need to stop sharing a place with you. It’s gross when you bring girls over.” I respond.
“Then move out.” He says closing my door. I shake my head heading to my chair. Sometimes that boy just shocks me.
“Okay, now back to my story.” I talk to myself. I open my computer. I continue to read it noticing what the
editor meant. My story was dull it felt like a robot was reading it.
"Hey." Harry pops his head back in. I check the time quickly.
"Back so soon?" I smile turning to face him. I close my computer ask do this, making sure he wouldn't see. He rolls his eyes this time, which was surprising since he would usually add on to my jokes. Chrissie walks into my room making my smile, unhappily, turn upside down.
"Hi." She says in her squeaky voice that made me cringe. I give her an unwelcoming wave, making sure not to make too much eye contact.
I hated this girl.
"I'm going to finish the food could you entertain Chris please?" He asks me.
I laugh inside, he expects so much of me.
"Why not." I say in my extra icy, hatred filled, voice. I could see the scared bunny act in her glance to Harry as he just smiles.
He's doing this on purpose. He knows I hate her.
"Why don't you sit on my bed?" I offer Chrissie. I point to me bed as she nods. I open my laptop and continue to reread my book for the billionth time.
"What's that?" She whispers behind me. I felt like I had a heart attack as I feel myself literally jump. I close my computer once again and face Chrissie.
"Nothing." I lightly furrow my brows. I could tell she was all the sudden more comfortable.
"That's really creepy you know." She smirks giving me the not innocent Chrissie.
This is why I hated her, she is always so sweet to Harry then is Mrs. Bitchy to me.
"What is?" I question glaring daggers at her now. She sits back on my bed, moving her hair to the side.
"Having a fan fiction. Especially about Harry." She blurts. My mouth opens barely.
"Yo-" I start to say.
Harry walks in slamming my door against the wall. I shut my mouth, sinking into my chair.
It's not like I have an obsession with him. It's for my writing. Chrissie smiles, back to her sweet self and Harry leaves with her.
I feel the anger go through me, and I transferred it to my writing.
Turns out using my real life is useful in my writing.
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Aw thank you guys. I'll try an update :)
12/28/13