Counting My Wishes

I'm just an average girl that is sarcastic, funny, and always being myself. I'm not the typical girl you would think I am. I don't go crazy for the new fashion lines that girls wear, or go crazy over annoying boy bands. Just one of those...what would you call it? Tomboys. That's it. I never thought in a million years that something so little like a piece of paper would come into my life and change it entirely. I never wanted anything to do with One Direction. Life decides to throw stuff at you and you usually don't get what you want, am I right? Well, it happen to me... Copyright Shyviolin. Please no duplicating.


25. Chapter 25

  I slowly open my eyes to find myself in someone's arms. I tilt my head up to see the curly haired boy's face a few inches away from mine. What the? Oh, I forgot I fell asleep during the movie, but how did I end up in his arms? Oh well.

 I slowly sit up to see my legs were on the Irish boy's lap with his arms over my legs. Seriously, how did I end up like this?

"Hey sleepy head." I turn back to see Harry ruffling his hair.

"Hey Styles, where's Ingrid and the baby?"

"In my room sleeping too."

"Oh ok." It stood silent for a while as we looked around.

"So are you gonna-"

"What?" I point down to his hands on my waist still. "Oh sorry."

  I lightly kick Niall's arms off my legs and stand to my feet walking to Harry's room. I open the door to see Ingrid asleep with the baby at her side. I slightly smile and close the door walking back to the boys.

"She asleep still?" Harry looked up at me. I nod. He turns on the TV flipping through channels for a while. There is absolutely nothing on TV nowadays.

  My gaze follows on Harry's brown curls bouncing up and down out of his beanie as he shakes his head every once in a while. I wonder how he would look like with straight hair, or in a ponytail, or maybe a braid. I quietly chuckle to myself as I imagine him with different hairstyles.

"Could I ask you something stupid?" I look down at him as I rested my elbow on the couch.

"I don't think stupid questions exist. Go on."

"Can I braid your hair?" He furrows his brows at me as his lips formed a smirk.

"That came out of nowhere."

"I don't know. I was just thinking, so could I?"


"Could I borrow some sort of brush?"

"Here, let's go to the bathroom." Harry quietly pulls me along with him down the hallway. He puts the toilet seat down as he sits on it facing the window. I grab the brush off the counter, pulling off his beanie and start brushing his hair.

"You probably think this is weird." I pull his hair back. He chuckles.

"Not really. I like it when people play with my hair, but I end up falling asleep."

"Same here." I glance over at his beanie on the counter. It's so tempting to wear it. I've been obsessed with wearing beanies for the past couple years. I don't know why, but it's part of my style. I let go of his hair grabbing the beanie from the counter placing it on my head.

"Are you wearing my beanie?"

"No..." Damn! It's like he has eyes behind his head.

"I could see you in the window." He chuckles.

"You know what? I haven't been able to wear beanies for the past couple months because of Flynn pulling a prank on me ruining all of the ones I own, so let me be." I snap my fingers.

"Am I getting some of your sass side?" Harry grins.

"Yes, so face forward and let me braid your hair."

*minutes later*

"Ow! Stop yanking so hard!" Harry growls at me.

"What? Like this!" I pull his hair harder.

"Ow! Yes like that! I would like to keep it on my body, not on a keychain!" Harry pulls away.

  I've been trying to braid his hair for the past 30 minutes, but he keeps squirming around. He fell to the floor squirming around trying to pull away, but I sat on top of his back. This boy is a pain in the butt.

"Well stop squirming and stay still, or else you'll lose your brain too!"

"I'm done!" Harry throws me off his back.

"Wait! I need to tie the last one!"

"Ugh...fine." He kneels down as I reach up and tie the last braid down. He stands back up and looks at the mirror. His mouth drops open in shock.

"What the hell did you do?!" Harry turns to his side trying to look at the back.

"I put your hair in a braid. Duh." I shrug.

"C'mon let's go." I turn towards the door reaching down to unlock it. I open the door to see Niall standing there with a blank face.

"Uh, Niall?" I wave my hands in front of him.

"You alright there mate?" Harry puts his head over my shoulder.

"I think my ears are bleeding from- what the hell is up with your hair?" Niall shakes his head looking up at Harry's braided hair.

"Andy wanted to braid my hair, so I let her."

"Did you let her, or did she force you?" Niall chuckles.

"Surprisingly, he let me braid it even though I ended up sitting on his back to finish the braids."

"Well anyways, I'm hungry." Niall turns around walking down the hallway.

"I'm up for eating." I run up to him wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Piggyback ride?" Niall looks back at me.

"Heck yeah!" I lift my legs off the ground wrapping them around his waist.

"Me too!" Harry runs at us putting all his weight on us. We fall to the ground groaning in pain.

"Okay, never piggyback when Harry's around. I'll keep that in mind." I stand up helping them up too.

"Hey, what's up out here?" Ingrid comes out with Valarie in her arms, rubbing her eyes squinting them.

"We're gonna go out and eat." I grab my wallet from the table nearby.

"Would you like to join us?" Niall looks back at us.

"Uh...sure!" She smiles.

"Then let's get going!" Harry grabs his keys walking out the door.

"Harry, what about yo-" I quickly cover Ingrid's mouth, glancing at her shaking my head. He looks back at us confused.


"I forgot what I was going to say." Ingrid shrugs her shoulders. He turns around shaking his head. We exchange looks giggling as we followed behind them. I guess Harry didn't notice his hair was still in a braid. Let's see how this ends up.


"What do you want to eat, Ingrid?" I look to my side.


"Soup? Really? You could get a hamburger, a hotdog, or even ice cream."

"Nah, I'm on a diet." I roll my eyes as I walk to the counter.

 "Okay, I'll get a cheeseburger and a soup for her." The lady nods as she gets my burger and Ingrid's soup. I pay her and thank her as we walk off to find the boys in a restaurant next door.

"Hey girls, over here." I look back to see the others ducked behind a table.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Paparazzi found us, so we're hiding." Niall glances around.

"Seriously?" He nods.

"And my hair is in a fucking braid thanks to you, Andy!" Harry shoots me a glare.

"It's not my fault you forgot about my masterpiece." I laugh.

"Give me back my beanie!" He growls snatching the beanie from my head.

"Focus guys!" Niall whispers.

"So how are we going to get out?"

"You two can walk out to the car first, so they know we're not with you two. Niall and I will go out after you. Here's the keys." Harry hands me his keys.

"Do you really trust me with your car keys?"

"Right now, yes. Besides, I bet you don't have your drivers license."

"Damn. Okay, see you in a bit." I link arms with Ingrid as we walk off into the crowd of paparazzi outside. I push people as I squirm through them.

"Hey, isn't that the girl who won the radio contest that spent a week with One Direction?" A man points me out.

  I like how they named me "the girl who won the radio contest that spent a week with One Direction." It must annoy them not knowing my name, but shouldn't they know my name by now, since the boys fans ship me with Niall and Harry using my name? It's now a fact to me that the fans get more information about their celebrities faster than gossip shows that tell shitty lies.

"Ingrid, you better move fast behind me." I murmur.

"It is her!"

"Ingrid run!"

  I pull her behind me running towards the parking lot. I unlock the car and help her in with the baby. I close the door and begin to run off down the parking lot aisle losing the paparazzi. I duck under the cars making my way back to the car again.

"Andy get in!" Niall opens the door for me as Harry starts the car and drives off quickly.

"That was a close one." Harry looks in the rear view mirror looking at me.

"Too close." I say under my breathe. "Now what? Are we going to be on the internet now with new gossip lies?"

"Probably. That's how it usually is." Harry murmurs.

"I hate the internet." I groan.


A/N: whatcha think? Haven't updated in a while. Anyways, who do you ship? Niady, Hardy, Derdy? None? Okay .__.

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