I felt shuffling next to me and my eyes shot open, but I quickly closed them again when the sunlight flashed into my eyes. I groaned, my headache trying to burst my head open. How much had I drank last night? I couldn't remember. There was more movement next to me and I rolled over and nearly screamed. All the boys were sleeping on my bed. Liam was at the foot of the bed, Zayn was sleeping on top of him, Niall was next to me, and Louis was next to him, on the other side of the bed from me. Wait, where was Harry?
A soft sigh came from below me. I was on my stomach in a second, my face a centimeter away from Harry's. On the inside I was screaming, but on the outside I was frozen. He was asleep, and he looked like a beautiful angel. His mouth was slightly open as he breathed. His eyelashes were so long. His nose was really cute. His forehead was hidden by his curls, his beanie must have been taken off before her went to sleep. His lips were so pink, and they looked so soft, so kissable... WOAH THERE BOW HOLD ON! I shook my head and was mad at myself. Harry was my enemy, I could not have feelings for him. Nope, won't let that happen.
I glared at him and couldn't help but move some of his curls off his face. I snatched my head away and he moaned. I covered my mouth before a gasp could escape, then slowly, and very carefully, slipped off Harry's body and out of bed. An idea hit my mind in an instant. Time for me to annoy Harry and show him not to mess with me. I walked over to my bathroom and grabbed the straighter from under the sink. I came back into me room and plugged it into the wall socket behind my night stand. I saw Niall shift in bed, opening his eyes and staring wide-eyed at me. I put my finger to my lips, gesturing that he should not make a noise. He smiled at me, trying hard to keep back a laugh as I started straightening Harry's hair.
Once I finished his last curl, I unplugged the straightener and put it under the sink. I came back into my room, climbed under the covers, back on top of Harry. Niall raised a brow at me and smiled. I felt myself blush. "I-I was like this when I woke up..." I whispered, putting my head on Harry's chest. Niall smirked at me, but nodded, closed his eyes and rolled over, facing Louis' back. I closed my own eyes, drifting back to sleep...only to be woken up by the sound of someone angrily screaming my name.
"BOW!" I heard Harry screaming. My whole body jolted from sleep and I was sitting up in my bed, watching Harry walk into my room from the bathroom. He looked angry. He looked furious. "What did you do to my hair?!?" I swallowed, trying hard not to laugh. Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn jolted up from their slumber too. Louis looked shocked, so did Liam and Zayn, to see Harry without curls. Niall was the first to start having a laughing fit. I had no control anymore and joined him. "You think this is funny?!? This is not funny!!" I tried to cover my mouth from laughing to hard, but my stomach was starting to hurt from so much laughter. I couldn't stop. It was a funny sight, and I was winning.
"Relax Harry," Niall said, his laughter softening a bit. Harry shot him a dangerous look, like he was going to jump at Niall and strangle him. Damn, he must really hate it when someone straightens his hair. "It was just straightened, nothing worse."
"SO! You saw who did it, huh? Well, tell me!" Harry practically growled. He was staring straight at Niall, not even looking at me. Did he think Niall did it? I immediately stopped laughing, looking at Niall. His face went from smiling like a sunshine, to scared for his life. I gulped down fear that found it's way into my throat. "TELL ME!" Harry yelled. Zayn and Liam jumped off the bed, ready to hold him down if he attacked.
"Well, it-it was me... uh I-" Niall was saying, but I cut him off.
"Don't lie Niall, it was me!" I said raising my voice. Niall's head turned toward me, looking so confused. The rest of the boys' heads turned so fast to look at me. I daringly smiled at Harry, who looked so angry, like he wanted to throw me out the window.
"Bow? Why would you do that?" I heard Louis ask. I looked at him. He looked puzzled, but also a bit annoyed. I instantly got hit by a wave of guilt. I looked down at a spot on my bed.
"I-I don't know..." I lied. I heard Harry clear his throat. I looked up at him. He looked annoyed. He pointed at his hair with a look that said, 'Apologize...bitch.' I looked back down and whispered, "I'm sorry..."
"Oh what did you say?" Harry said. I looked up at him, his face had a smug look on it. He was winning again. I could feel the anger start to boil in me. "I didn't hear you, say it one more time."
"I said, I'm sorry," I repeated, a bit louder.
"I'm sorry," my voice rose a bit more, my hands forming into fists.
"Oh God, this looks like it's going to end badly," I heard Zayn gasp. He got up and started leaving. Liam got up and hastily joined him. Louis began to get up, but Harry stopped him, making him sit back on the bed.
"Can you speak a bit louder? I can't understand mumbling," Harry pushed, his smile turning into an evil one.
"Harry..." Louis warned. He probably felt the tension, and judging by the glances he took at my hands, he knew I was about to blow up.
"What? I just want her to repeat herself," Harry said, sounding innocent when he really wasn't.
"Harry stop!" Niall said, defending me. I was a little happy to know he was on my side.
"Niall! You are defending a girl you met a few days ago over me?" Harry attacked at his best friend. Niall's eyes widened. Louis sighed and threw his hands up, walking out on us. "Speak louder Bow, I want to hear what you said." He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Har-" Niall started saying, but I cut him off.
"You know what? Fine! I said I was sorry!! But you know what? I don't think you deserve my fucking apology, you dumb jerk!" I screamed, then shoved my face into my pillow.
I know I'm a stupid bitch and all that, but I honestly feel bad when I say mean stuff. All the time. There is always going to be some guilt following me until I make things right again. But right then? I felt like I was too pushed and he deserved what I said.
"Niall... I want to talk to Bow alone," I heard Harry say. Niall argued a bit, but he eventually left. I heard the door close and lock, and a hand land on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, knowing that it was Harry's. "Hey..." I heard him sigh softly. I sniffed into my pillow. Okay, I was crying, softly. I heard him sigh again. Then his hands wear on my hips and in one swift motion, I was on his lap. I refused to look at him. "Hey..." he tried again. I looked down at my lap. I noticed the tears in my hands. I had never been like this before. What had Harry done to me that made me cry? "I'm sorry..."
My head shot up to look at him. "N-no...I should be sorry," I croaked. He sadly smiled and wiped my tears away. My heart skipped a beat. What the heck? That was weird.
"No, I got angry over nothing, and I'm sorry," he whispered before standing up from the bed, holding me bridal style. He faked that he was going to drop me, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck. He walked over to my bookshelf and pulled out the dictionary. The door opened.
"H-How did you know?" I gasped. He laughed at me and shook his head. He dropped me on the mattress and laid down next to me. Harry held my glasses in his hand, then slipped them onto my face.
"Because I just do Bookworm," Harry said. I couldn't help but smile at my nickname. It was like a sign. Inside my secret room, the one only we knew about, we were Bookworm and Nerd, friends.
But outside, we were Harry and Bow, enemies.