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.


29. Chapter 29

  ~A week later~

 My phone lights up as it begins to ring. I pick it up to see Harry's name on it. I press the answer button holding it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I clear my throat.

"Hey, mind coming over to have a little fun?"

"What's the plan?"

"The boys aren't here and I want to pull a little prank on them. It's been said that you're the best prankster around."

"Yeah, those words are said to be true. Go on." I hear a quiet chuckle on the other side.

"Well...are you going to come?"

"Uh...are you going to open the door?"

"What?" I hear thuds inside his apartment as I stood outside hearing him walk towards the door. He opens it up surprised as he let me in.

"How did you get here so fast?" He closed the door behind me.

"I was just going to walk in and scare the crap out of you since Louis said he'd leave the door open."

"Well are you going to help me prank them?"

"I'm here already, so why not?"

"Okay well I had plan some out right when they left."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold it there Curly. I'm the prank master...let me plan it out." I push his papers off the table.

  Whoa! Even the words came out of his mouth that I was the best prankster. I'm not letting any amateur do what I do best, and especially Harry the Styles. Maybe I could do a future prank with "The Sass Master of Doncaster." That's been said to be one of his nicknames, or title name.

  I don't know much about them still after the past five months. I'm a horrible friend. Wait, are we friends? I didn't even think about this before. After five months you'd probably consider that were friends. Anyways, I should probably listen to Harry before he finds out I was daydreaming.

"...Hey, I had the idea to prank them!" He pouts. Oh good, he didn't say anything important before.

"Let's settle this with questions. Who would win in a fight?"

"Me." He crosses his arms lifting his chin up high feeling confident in his answer. I snort.

"Who punched a hole in a wooden door?" I raise and eyebrow.

"You did."

"Who threw a punch at Niall on accident?"

"You did, but it seemed like it was on purpose." He smirks. I thrust myself forward stomping my foot down on the ground. He flinches taking a step back.

"My way."

"Fine." He groans. I smile happily sitting myself on a stool.


"Go left!" I order him. He does as he's told, but only moving to the right. "Not your left, my left!"

"Well what the hell do you want me to do?!"

"Let me get it!" I put down the empty bucket and stand to my feet taking the rope from him. "I'm not tall enough. Do you have a step tool?" I look back at him.

"Why would we need a step stool if we're tall?"

"Because you're stupid. Now come in front of me and crouch down on the ground." He walks around me crouching on the ground waiting. I place my hands on his head hopping onto his shoulders as he held my legs against his chest. He slowly stands up taking a few steps forward towards the wall.

"You got it up there?"

"Yeah, just need to tie this stupid rope." I grab the middle of the rope making a loop as I insert the end through it.

"Oh god, I'm going to drop you." Harry sways back and forth.

"Harry, don't do that cause you will end up dropping me!" I look down at him.

"Oh no!" He starts to move around.

"Harry stop!" I smack him on the head.

"Ow! That hurt." He rubs his head.

"I know it did, so don't do that again."

"No, but seriously I am going to drop you right now."

"Aw. I was having fun."

"I don't have a good grip on you, Andy." I wrap my legs behind his back as I held onto his head. He releases his arms off my legs sliding them up to-

"Whoa! Watch where you put those hands." I swat his hands away from my butt. I hear him chuckle.

"You know, you have something in common with Louis."

"And what is that?" I look down at him.

"You both have an ass." He chuckles.

"I do not have an a- okay maybe I do." I look back at my butt. "Wait, how do you know Louis has a butt?" He chuckles.

"All our fans even agree that Lou has the biggest ass in the group. He even won the biggest ass award."

"That's fake, right?"

"Yeah it is. Okay, I'm seriously going to drop you."

"You could of dropped me a long time ago instead of putting your hands on my ass."

"Okay." He releases his grip on me as I fall back on the couch.

"You're lucky you dropped me on the couch."

"You're lucky I barely made it."

"So now what?" I sit up looking up at him.

"They said they won't be back till another two hours, so do you want to go to the mall or something?"

"Surprise me." I shrug. He pulls me along out the door grabbing his car keys. Hmmm...maybe we could go get a smoothie.

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