Chapter Six

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Chapter Six

"Put this on." Trinity threw the skirt at me.

"OH GOD NO! Don't let it touch me!" I screamed, throwing the thing across the room. "Listen, I'm wearing shorts and my FM Static shirt. Okay? Okay." 

"You're no fun." Ariana pouted, crossing her arms and glaring at me. I simply grinned back at her. 

"You're never going to catch Harry's attention." Andie sighed.

"Which is the point. I want to go home tomorrow night." I gave them all a pointed look.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So he should be here in a few minutes. We should head to the living room." Faith stated, smoothing down her own skirt. She looked all pretty, since she was going with Harry's group as well. I sighed but nodded, going straight out the door and down the hall. I heard the other girls follow me and I went to our normal spot on the couch.

"Remember what we said, don't scare him away. Talk to him and don't kill him. Please. Try to pretend like you like them-"

"He already knows I'm not a fan." I rolled my eyes. "I told him that night he practically kidnapped me."

"Just don't do anything you'll regret." Andie ignored my interruption, the other girls nodded along to her advice.

"I'll be there to supervise." Faith spoke up, talking to the girls. My eyes rolled back into my head as I supressed a groan.

I swear, what did I do? Why did God feel like punishing me and putting me on a tacky, cheesy, horrible reality tv show with One Direction? Nick was totally going to get it when I got home.

"Oh my gooooooood!" A few girls said under their breath and I looked up to see Harry.

He was wearing jeans and a white button up shirt. Nothing special. His hair was messy and curly. Nothing special. I mean, he was good-looking, but nothing to scream about.

"You girls ready?" He grinned mischeviously and I was suddenly nervous. I was about to go on a trip with six girls, only one of which I could actually stand, and a stuck-up popstar. 

What could go wrong, I thought sarcastically.

~'~'~

A limo. Really? How tackier can you get? I settled down in the corner, watching on in amusement as the girls all fought over who got to sit next to Harry. It was kind of funny, he didn't seem to know what to do. He just sat down and watched as the girls practically scratched at each other to sit next to him.

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