The One That Got Away

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

ROXY'S POV

"Why are you naked?!"

I chuckled at the movie playing in front of me and bit into a strip of liquorish. I was home alone since Harry had some 'last minute business' to attend to, some crap about us 'not having enough sweet corn' for his desire. I rolled my eyes as the events of this morning replayed in my mind.

"Where are you off to now?" I asked the Cheshire lad in front of me as he pulled on his shoes.

He abruptly stood up, startled. I raised an eyebrow and leant against the door frame of our bedroom with my arms crossed. "Uh.. um. I-I thought you were taking a nap in the theatre room." He stuttered nervously.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly at his behaviour. Why was he so on edge? "Couldn't fall asleep... is there something I need to know, Haz?"

He bit his lip slightly and looked anywhere and everywhere but my eyes. "I-I'm just heading off to the... m-market! Yes, the market."

"Why?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "I need more... um... we don't have enough... sweet corn! Yeah, so I'll be on my way now." He walked up to me and cupped my cheeks in his hands, pressing his lips to mine quickly before trotting down the stairs. "Love you!" he called out and he was gone.

                I returned my attention to the film playing on the screen in front of me but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and voices discreetly exchanging words. I bit my lip. I was only in sweats and I was not feeling in the mood to entertain. I sighed and exited the theatre room, making my way across the hall and into the foyer to lock gazes with someone I thought I wouldn't see for weeks.

"Boo!?" I screeched, completely dumbfounded.

She smiled and spread her arms wide. "Roxbear!"

I squealed and ran into her arms. "Oh my Gosh! Why are you here? I missed you so much!"

"I missed you, too. And I'm here because your boyfriend seems to need help keeping your hormonal self in control. Did you see a doctor yet?"

"Yes we did, yesterday. We have to go back in five weeks." I shot daggers at the Cheshire boy to see none other than Zayn Malik himself standing beside my boyfriend. My smile widened and I charged for the Pakistani boy. "Zayn!" I cheered.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. "Roxy!"

I laughed and stepped out of his embrace to stand next to the curly haired one. Harry slung an arm around my waist and pulled my closer into his chest, kissing my temple and smiling down at me. "You're very welcome, beautiful."

I rolled my eyes but pecked his lips anyway. "Thank you."

His smile widened in success just a bit before he cleared his throat and brought his attention back to the couple across from us. "So, Zayn and I are going golfing for the day, since the lad doesn't know a wedge from a nine iron."

"Hey!" Zayn protested but Harry ignored him.

 "So, that leaves you and Fatima to fend for yourselves. Have fun!" he exclaimed before they left the house. I had yet to notice they were already dressed in their polo t-shirts, khaki pants and golfing shoes.

"So... film marathon?" I suggested, smiling at my best friend.

"It's like you read my mind." she winked before we headed off.

"I'm so bored. Oh my gosh. Fatima, do something." I whined to my best friend and nudged her shoulder continuously before she shoved me off and shot dagger at me. I raised my hands up in surrender jokingly making her laugh a bit.

She bit her lip, thinking hard, before it was like a light went off above her head and she smiled at me. "Let's ask some fans what they think we should do... like a dare or something!"

I smiled back at her. "That is the best idea I've heard all day."

She pulled her white iPhone out of her back pocket and opened the twitter app. I watched over her shoulder as she typed the words 'Roxy and I are bored out of our wits. Any dare suggestions?' into the tweet box and pressed enter. We waited one minute before her timeline exploded and many dare suggestions were thrown at us.

"Woah." I breathed out, my eyes skimming the many tweets being sent in.

"I think we should just pick one at random." I nodded, agreeing with her and she began running her hand quickly down the screen of her phone, the thousands of tweets coming and going at a fast pace. I told her to stop and her finger seized on one.

Make a parody video of Gangham Style and post it to Youtube, Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook. You can NOT take it down ;D

                Damn it.

               Ugh. I can't seem to make the chapters longer. I'm so sorry, I really did try. It's so hard though omfg. Anynoodles, I WAS going to upload this yesterday, since I like to update this story on Mondays (I know I said to hell with the schedule but I like to make your Mondays a bit better) but we had NO internet. So, it's being uploaded today.

This story has SIX more chapters. Wow. I can't believe it's coming to an end. I'll save the whole "speech" thing for the "Acknowledgements" or whatever but I just want to warn you guys, I am a writer of surprise. I like to keep my readers clueless or curious. So, for the ending? Yeah, whatever you're thinking the ending is right now, it's not. If that makes sense. The ending is going to be something you will NEVER imagine. Well, I hope not, because I thought really long and hard on it and it would really upset me, but yeah. Okay, so that's all. Love you guys <3