The Misfits

"Tootles!” I turned to see my little pop star walking over to me. Harry was looking as handsome as ever in his low cut shirt and signature skinny jeans. He quickly wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple. "How are you love?"

"Better now that you're here," I smiled. "How was America?"

"Pretty crazy," he laughed, before we both turned our attention back to Elaine and Ed.

Some celebrity had decided to throw a huge New Years Eve party and the girls and I had been invited because of our connection with One Direction. The boys knew where we were, but I had forgotten after my second drink. Ed and Harry broke into an odd conversation as I shot El a confused look.

"I thought Operation Ginger Takeover was a no go?" I whispered.

It was no wonder that she and Ed were attached at the hip - she looked stunning tonight. Instead of her usual ponytail she had decided to wear her hair down. The girls and I had forced her to wear one of Maeve’s old black dresses and Kenzie even managed to get some make up on her.

"Shh! I'll tell you later if you're good," she muttered. I opened my mouth to protest but Harry pulled me away before I had the chance.

“You look beautiful tonight by the way,” Harry whispered in my ear as he wrapped an arm around my waist and steered into the party.

“I thought I looked beautiful every day?” I mused.

Harry rolled his eyes and pinched my ass. I opened my mouth to yell at him but Mackenzie grabbed my attention from the couch by calling my name and flailing widely.

“Oh dear. Drunk Kenzie is out to play,” Harry muttered. I smacked him lightly on the chest before dropping down on the seat next to her. She took my hand in hers and looked at me little kid on Christmas morning.

"Alert alert! Operation Ginger Takeover is a go!" she whispered so only I could here.

"Wait where?" I whispered back frantically, attempting to search for Elaine and Ed. I just left, did they kiss or something while I had my back turned? “What do you know?”

"By the bar, he's been making her drinks and telling jokes and I can't handle it! I'm dying from their adorableness. Oh! Oh my god I think he just whispered in her ear..."

"What da hell are ya two whisperin about?" Quizzed Niall.

"Mackenzie Anne Smith don't you dare. We made a pact!" I threatened as she had opened her mouth to tell.

"Please?" Niall asked with puppy eyes. I shot Mackenzie a warning look. If we told the guys we were trying to set Ed and Elaine up they would ruin it. They think they're subtle however they are anything but.

"What's going of over here?" Asked Harry. He sat on the arm of the couch and began gently playing with my hair. I could hardly stand it when he did that, it drove me crazy.

"They're plottin’," Niall pouted.

"They're always plotting," laughed Harry. Mackenzie and I simultaneously let out our best evil laughs, earning chuckles from our boyfriends and odd looks from other partygoers. But I didn't care. Drunk me plus Mackenzie or Maeve equals reckless me.

"Thalia! You need a decoration!" I looked up to see Eleanor standing in front of me holding a box of New Years party supplies. I grabbed a glittery crown and silly string while Harry stuck a pair of 2015 glasses of each of our faces. The five of us sat around talking for a while before Niall disappeared to find Josh.

"Harry, wanna be a gem and go grab me another drink?" I asked, giving him my cutest smile. He rolled his eyes and swing his leg off the couch. "Love you babe!"

"Yeah, yeah," he teased.

The second he was out of earshot I rounded on Eleanor. "What's the sitch?"

"What?" She asked innocently.

"Come on El. Something's going on with you and Lou."

"Hehe that rhymed," giggled a drunken Mackenzie. Eleanor and I both burst into laughter despite ourselves.

"Oh shit Thal, I honestly have no idea what's happening," Eleanor said once we had calmed down.

"Have you and Lou...even talked tonight?" Mackenzie frowned to Eleanor. I saw her bite back a smile at using ‘you’ and ‘Lou’ in the same sentence again. She was so drunk.

"Three times," Eleanor replied dully.

"El! That's no way to live!" I cried rather loudly. I cleared my throat and leaned in closer to my three friends. "You need to talk to him. Like really talk about what's happening."

"I want to! But every time I try he runs away!"

"Corner him," I suggested. "Lock him in the room or something! It's killing both of you."

"You could tie him to the bed." Shrugged Mackenzie. We all turned to her completely straight face and burst out laughing.

“Mackenzie Smith” I cried out, my eyes popping out of my head before Eleanor and I broke into fits of laughter. “What the hell have you and Prince Charming been doing!”

"I'm just saying! Then he wouldn't be able to run away!" Mackenzie defended through more laughter.

"I don't think that's the best way to start a conversation Kenz,” I chuckled as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Fine. Don't take my great advice!"

"Uh oh, Kenzie's giving advice?" Harry had appeared with two drinks in had and immediately held one out for me.

"I was telling her my secret to beautiful highlights," replied Mackenzie. You wouldn't guess by looking at her, but Mackenzie is one of the best liars I know. Maybe it’s because you would never expect her to be a liar.

"Oh really?"

"Mhm. lemon juice is a girls best friend."

Eleanor and I bit back smiles as Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion. I rolled my eyes and patted his shoulder gently. The four of us continued to drink and talk for a while.

“Hey look mate you’re on the tele!” Ed suddenly yelled in our direction. Almost everyone in the room turned to see One Direction singing ‘Night Changes’ on Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Years Eve.

“Look you’re in two places at once!” I teased. Harry pinched my side and pulled me into a bear hug. “No! Get off you brute!”

“Never!”

“Careful mate you’re going to kill her!” Liam had appeared out of nowhere, flopping down on one of the chairs and swinging his leg over the side.

“LI LI!” I cried out.

“On second thought, you can kill her,” he replied. Harry bursting into a fit of laughter while I stuck my tongue out at Liam.

“Liam you’ve gotten ruder. Who’s the bad influence?” I demanded.

“Probably yo-“

“Can it Styles,” I hissed. Harry attempted to pinch my side again but I smacked his hand away. He let out another chuckle before kissing my temple.

“You lot are weird,” Liam said. He had a slight frown on his face as he watched our interaction.

“Sorry Daddy,” I smirked. The alcohol was getting to me. Whatever Harry had put in this drink it was strong. I knew he was feeling it too. He was acting a little bit more like a 3 year old rather than his usual 5-year-old self.

“Umm Thal?” Kenzie whispered as she gently poked my leg. I frowned at her and she subtly nodded her head to the door. I spun around to see Maeve enter with Nate and Calhan close behind. The two guys looked severely out of place in their worn out shirts and holy jeans.

"Be right back," I said to Harry, who was too busy with Liam now to hear me anyway.

"Thal!" Maeve tackled me into a before I pulled them further into the party. I grabbed an extra party had from a nearby table and stuck it on Maeve’s head.

"Glad you guys could make it! Hey...is that my dress?"

"I'm sorry what? The music's too loud," she replied, failing at hiding her smile.

"You little sneak!"

Maeve gave me a big smile and draped her arm around me. "I would say I'm sorry but...I'm not. You never even wear it anyway. You should probably just give it to me."

I rolled my eyes and changed the subject. "Oh hey, Lou has been looking all over for you. He's yelling about how he won the bet?"

"Motherfucker!" she cried out to herself before disappearing to find him. That left Nate and Calhan standing there awkwardly.

"Come on you two, drinks on me." I grabbed their arms and led them over to the kitchen where an array of alcohol sat on the counter. I quickly made drinks for them before hanging back to keep them company. They didn’t know anyone except for the girls and I. Although I guess they knew One Direction…but I was trying to keep Calhan as far from Harry as possible. I still hadn’t told him about the little talk we had yesterday.

"Shit man, there are so many celebrities here!" Laughed Nate, as he leant on the counter. "How do you handle it?"

I shrugged, "Same as I handle every other party...I just pretend I'm back in kindergarten."

When they frowned I flattened my skirt and put on a smile, doing my best schoolgirl impression. "Hi, my name's Thalia. What's your name? Really? Wow...hey, wanna be new best friends?"

"Shut up," laughed Calhan. "You do not actually say that!"

"More or less!" I protested, taking another sip of my drink. "It's the friend making formula. Trust me I've been doing it for years."

"That must be why she's so popular Cal, how else could she get friends?" I stuck my tongue out at Nate as Harry appeared in the doorway. He looked livid.

"Thalia! There you are love." He quickly faked a smile and wrapped his arm around me protectively. "Mind if I steal her for a moment?"

Harry looked up at Calhan, challenging him to object. But Calhan gave him a smile while Nate added, "sure, we'll just be here drinking booze."

Before I had a chance to respond he was taking my drink from my hands and leading me out of the room. He was pulling me down the hallway and I knew I was in trouble.

"Harry wha-"

"Why the fuck is he here Thalia?" Harry growled once we were out of range. He pulled me into a small room so we could talk freely.

"He came with Nate yesterday to pick us up from Birmingham. We had a heart to heart...it's all good now. He’s changed."

Harry stared at me for a moment. "And you actually believed him?"

"Yes I actually believed him," I replied, growing slightly annoyed. I ripped off the ‘2015’ glasses Eleanor had given to me angrily. "He freaked out when he thought we had died. He's been really messed up Harry but he's seeing a shrink-"

"Thalia that just proves that he's insane!"

"I'm not saying we're going to be best friends or that I'm going to go marry the guy! I'm saying that we don't have to be scared of him anymore."

“I just can't believe you're letting him play you like this Thal. What about at the art show? You were in tears when you left!"

"He wasn't himself-"

"What? It was his evil twin or something? Thalia, listen to yourself right now! When will you stop making excuses for him?”

“They’re not excuses Harry.”

“That’s what it sounds like. I don’t understand why you even give him the time of day. Thalia please…just let him go.”

“Harry—”

“I’m so sick of arguing over this with you. He’s been hanging over our heads since the beginning!” Harry took my shoulders and shook them gently, desperately trying to talk some apparent sense into me. When I didn’t respond he let out a sigh. “Thalia he's trying to get on your good side so he can win you back! He's trying to earn your trust-"

"He will never have my trust again," I snapped. "But I would like to clear the air so I don't have to a be looking over my shoulder every time I walk out the damn door!"

I crossed my arms to show him I wasn't changing my decision on this. Harry let out another sigh and ran his hands through his hair. I hated that we were doing this now. Harry was right. Calhan has been looming over our relationship, always threatening to break us up. But couldn’t Harry just understand that breaking that, for lack of better word, agreement we made yesterday could send him into another boiling rage. By agreeing to be ‘friends’ with him I was keeping Calhan out of our hair.

There was a painful silence as Harry stared at me from across the room. I stared back, waiting to see if he would finally break from all the strain on our relationships these past few months.

Harry took a step forward and rested his forehead on mine. He began gently playing with the sequins on my dress. "Why didn't you tell me he had come to pick you up yesterday?"

"You were on a plane," I replied, dropping my arms and beginning to play with a button on his shirt. His tone had returned to normal as he looked at me with those big puppy eyes. "And I wanted to tell you in person because I knew you weren't gonna be happy about it."

"I'm not happy about it," he grumbled like a little five-year old. "I don't like him and I don't trust him."

I leaned my head back against the wall and realized I would never have him sold on this idea. Harry's hands found my waist and he pulled himself into me. He turned my chin so I was looking at him and said, "but I will try and play nice for you if you think this is best."

"Thank you Ha-"

"I swear though the second he makes a move on you or threatens you in anyway..."

I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a peck on the lips. "Thank you."

He rolled his eyes and I nuzzled against this neck, covering him in kisses. He lifted my chin up and crashed his lips against mine. We pulled each other closer as our kisses became hungrier. I loved this boy. How on earth could he think that I would leave him for Calhan?

"I love you Harry," I mumbled in between kisses.

"I love you too."

His lips were once more on mine. Soft, sweet, and irresistible. My hands instinctively moved to his hair and he let out a moan, pulling me closer. After a few minutes he broke the passionate kiss and leant his forehead on mine. I felt his hand sliding lower, as my heart rate continued to climb.

Suddenly Louis burst into the room. I let out a scream while Harry let out a laugh.

"Oh good you're not fucking-"

"WHAT THE HELL? LOU!" I cried out before making a move to whack him. Harry pulled me back as Louis jumped away.

"Geez calm your tits. I came into to tell you it's nearly midnight! Didn't think you wanted to miss the countdown..."

"Thanks Lou," Harry smirked.

"Oh your welcome. I just wanted to be a good friend." Louis narrowed his eyes at me.

"Thanks Lou!" I mimicked before jumping on his back. He took hold of my arms, pinning me in place before running out to the living room. Louis set me down in the middle of the room. The countdown had already started.

“FIFTEEN!...FOURTEEN!...THIRTEEN!....”

I looked around the elated room and couldn't help but smile. It was filled with a mixture of celebrities and nobodies, mingling and laughing with one another. It seemed incredible that people with such different backgrounds could collide in such a spectacular way.

“TEN!..NINE!...”

People like Harry and I for instance. Who knew that a pop star and a starving artist could ever make anything work? Two separate worlds accidentally thrown together to create one misfit couple.

“SIX!...FIVE!...”

But that's what love was right? The connection between two personalities, both determined to stick it out no matter what?

“THREE!...TWO!…”

I felt Harry's arm tighten around my waist and I once again looked up into those gorgeous green eyes.

“ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

I was pulled into a deep kiss and I have never felt more loved than in this moment. Harry and I were a misfit couple, but we could make it...right?

Notes

Well here it is guys.
The end of the Misfits.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking with me till the end and for all of your support! You guys have no idea how much that means to me!!
I also wanted to thank you guys for getting The Misfits onto the popular page! I almost died when I saw it!

Also - I just found out today that someone has posted The Misfits on Wattpad. This was done without my permission. I thought about threatening your sequel privileges to stop this from happening again, but I realize the person who did it is most likely not one of you. You guys are too awesome. I just wanted you all to know that it is not me who is posting and I never gave anyone else permission. It honestly makes me sad that someone would such a thing.

Anyway. There will be a sequel. I'm in the process of writing it so bare with me while I work out some of the kinks! I may also be posting a completely different story? We'll see though....

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Ta ta for now my lovelies!