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2. The Bing-Bag Chair

 

Red's Point Of View

The Harry Styles is staring at me at this very moment, his green eyes going right through me.  My heart begins to pound and I pray that no one can hear it.  How did this even happen?  One minute I am chasing after my little cousin and the next I find her on Harry Style’s shoulder.  It’s all a little too good to be true.  I shoot a glare at Amy and she winces, knowing that she’s going to hear more about this in the car.  

“Sorry, love.  Here you go.”  Harry speaks, his British accent nearly piercing through my heart.  

Did I say nearly?  Scratch that.  It did pierce my heart.  He puts Amy down, who is torn whether she should go to me or hide behind Harry for protection.  Of course, she chooses the cute vocalist.  

I let a light sigh escape my lips as I watch her huddle behind Harry’s sweats.  ”C’mon Amy, you’re mom wants you home by ten.”  I bent down, my knees nearly touching the floor as I pleaded her.  I don’t want to go, but I do.  I’m very confused at the moment.

Amy looks at me, begging me with her big, round, brown eyes.  Gosh… Sometimes I think she’s part Corgi.  Just before I was about to tell Amy no, someone begins to speak.  

We both look up and fix our eyes on Harry, who is now in the same position as I am, ruffling Amy’s thin blonde hair.  ”How about you two stay for a little bit.  The rest of the boys are crashed, but I’d be happy to have you two over.”

I stare at him in disbelief.  At first, I wanted to jumped around the hall screaming about how excited I am but then I realized that we won’t have enough time to stay.  I look to my right and notice that Amy’s jaw is almost on the floor, her eyes as wide as her mouth and her cheeks a deep pink.  She begins to tug on my arm and I don’t think she plans on stopping anytime soon.  

“Red!!  Can we please, oh pretty please, stay a little bit longer?” You can tell how excited she is.

“I… don’t think—” I begin but Amy cuts me off.

“Please!!  I’ll be very good all month, no year, no lifetime if you say yes!!  And I’ll go to be at eight every night and do what I’m told so please!! Please!!”

“Uh…”  This is awkward   How am I supposed to say no when Mr. Styles himself is waiting on us.  He looks just like Amy, all puppy-dogged eyed and stuff.  Sighing, I point my index finger to her forehead and lightly flick it, grinning.  ”Alright.”

Amy begins squealing and I stand up to watch her run around in circles, then grab Harry’s hand and struggle to pull him up.  I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched her strained face and I could tell that Harry is just messing with her.  She can’t even seen that he is holding onto the doorknob! Harry lets go and stands up, causing Amy to feel accomplished.  

“Lead the way, beautiful.”  Harry scoots her forward and I look at him, puzzled.  How in the world would an eight year old girl know where we are heading?  Even I don’t know!

Harry looks back at me, grinning.  He’s so cute with his dimples that are placed perfectly on the edges of his smile.  I can just tell that Harry knows that I’m confused.  Maybe it’s because I’m known for showing my expression.  Who knows.

“Just find the really big door that says Handsome Hunk on it!”  He yells at Amy, who now all the way across the hall from us.  

I gape at Harry.  Does he seriously have that on his door or is he just joking.  Amy answers my question as soon as she yells back at us.

“I found it!” Are you kidding me?

As we walk through the door, I glance at the front, checking.  Yep.  There it is.  Handsome Hunk is written across it in bold red letters, a yellow star placed under it.  The letters are so big that the star couldn’t go around it.  I roll my brown eyes and stare at Harry, who is now sitting in a bing-bag chair, his right leg propped up on his left.  He notices my stare and winks one of his green eyes at me, and I can tell by the heat on my cheeks that I am blushing.

Amy runs up to me while holding one sugar cookie on her left right and another in her mouth, crumbs spilling onto the floor.  I sigh for the third time today, at bend down to Amy’s height.  

“Can I please have one?” With a smile on my face, I begged for a cookie.  They actually look pretty good and I am a sucker for sweets, even though I do get sick if I eat too much.

Amy shakes her head, swallowing the last bit of cookie and then shoving the other one in her empty mouth.  

“Meanie.”  I teased, now standing up again.  I watch as Amy runs off to sit in a bing-bag besides Harry, who is just grinning at me because of my defeat.  Right as I look up, noticing how large the ceiling is, I hear soft snoring.  I turn my head and watch as Amy shuffles in the chair, breathing softly.  Seriously.  How could shesleep while with Harry Styles?

“Um, Harry, do you mind if I use a blanket?”  I speak to him for the first time, staring at him and his curls.

“Sure.  They’re right next to you, actually.”

“Oh, thanks.”  I reach over and pick up a pink blanket with puffy clouds over it.  I can’t resist the urge to tease this perfect boy.  ”Why do you have this, Mr. Handsome Hunk”

“Because I get scared at night and huddle up with it to keep me protected.”  He says with a sneaky smile, staring right through me.  

I begin to laugh, not caring how I look like or how I sound.  I walk over to Amy and lay the blanket on top of her little body, still smiling from Harry’s joke.

Suddenly a warm and large hand grabs hold of my wrist, pulling me down and back.

“Come here.”  W-what?

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