The Argument

did I spell argument right? again,sorry about grammar, on my ipad (this whole book will be because i need something to write in school and our school gave us iapds so...)

We go a little crazy for the rest of the night. I only remember snippets of stuff that happened. Someone drank whiskey from someone's belly button, somehow Zayn ended up with panties on his head, don't ask me how, it's all a blur of laughter and alcohol.

I blearily blink open my eyes and immediately wish I hadn't.

"Oh dear god." I groan. My head is pounding and pressed against something hard. I gather up the courage to sit up and I see that I was sleeping on Louis' elbow, my leg sprawled over Liam's stomach. What happened last night? 

I don't have time to ponder, because I remember that Niall, Harry, Liz, Lydia, and I have school today.

Oh joy.

"Guys, wake up." I whisper shaking Harry and Niall, "we have school."

"Please don't yell." Niall groans.

"Sorry, Hun, but we have to get ready."

"Hadley! It's five in the morning, we've been asleep for two hours, and we could have two more, why do you wake up at five?" Harry asks, burying his face in the still unconscious Louis' stomach.

"To get ready?" I say, why else?

"At five? For school at seven thirty?!" Harry asks.

"Yeah. I have stuff to do. I gotta get my make up on and shower and do my hair and pick out my outfit..."

"Hadley, you're gonna look beautiful no matter what, go back to sleep." Liam grumbles, waking up slightly. I've been leaning over him to get Niall awake (who is now snoring again). Liam's arm reaches up and wraps around my waist, cuddling me to him. 

"My alarm is set for six thirty. You'll be fine." He murmurs. He's so warm, and I'm so cold. I try to snuggle closer. But for that to happen, we'd be the same person. The last thing I see is Harry's suddenly alert green eyes boring into mine, but I'm too tired and in pain to tell him to eff off.

Liam's alarm goes off and I blink open my eyes. My head is nestled in the crook of his neck and his arm is around me. Liam doesn't wake up. The bugger. I reach (awkwardly, I might add) into his pocket and turn off the alarm in his phone. Then the smell of bacon and omelets hits my nose. I get up and walk into the kitchen of Harry's apartment, where the curly haired boy flips an omelet onto a plate, he's only wearing boxers and white a beater.

"Hey, how long have you been up?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

"Since you woke me up at five." He shrugs, handing me a plate with food on it.

"Why?" I ask as we go to sit down at the table and start eating.

 After a pause he says, "Because I couldn't stand watching you sleep like that, in Liam's arms." 

I hesitate, "Harry..." I sigh, "you've known me for a little over a week, you can't be so... Attached."

"I'm not attached! I'm just mad that you won't give me a chance, but you're all lovey dovey with Liam! And let me tell you something. That kiss last night? That was everything the fairy tales say it should have been, fireworks, angels singing, earth shattering. And for you to say it was mediocre is impossible, I know how you were feeling, I know you had to stifle a moan and that the roots of my hair hurt afterward, and you didn't notice but all the boys did, your lips were swollen and dark after and you were panting slightly. Not only does that prove that I was the better kisser, but it was also freaking sexy," during this long speech his face has been getting much too close to mine, "and I can see it in your eyes right now that you are running through what would happen if you kissed me right now. And I'm just telling you that I'd kiss you back with everything in me to prove that I should get a fair chance." I can feel his breath on my cheek and his hand lightly grips my side.

"Harry, could you honestly tell me right now, that if we were to go out and stay together until the end of the school year, that when you go back on tour that you'll ignore the hot dancers or actresses because of little old me back in her tiny town? Could you honestly tell me that? The reason I'm honestly not ripping off your clothes right now is because I don't want to get hurt. I've been hurt too many times and now I'm more careful. Liam would take it slow, Liam wouldn't be distracted by actresses with necklines down to their belly buttons, I could be sure Liam loved me, not just lusted after me." I say.

"I wouldn't hurt you." He tries, his green eyes moving back and forth as he switches which one of my eyes he looks into. 

I smile a small, sad smile at him, "I'd love to believe you." I sit down at the table and start eating my bacon. After a moment, he sits too and we eat in silence.

"We're going to forget this conversation ever happened, okay? Everything's going to go back to how it was before Niall's dare." I say as I put the plate in the dishwasher.

"Okay." Harry says.

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart." He says tonelessly, and then leaves me stunned in the kitchen.

I continue to clean up from our breakfast, everything he said running through my mind at a million mile per second.

"Hadley? What just happened? Why is Harry upset?" Liz asks.

"Because I won't admit that his kiss was better." I say.

"Was it?" She asks, laughing.

"No." I say, though I nod with conviction. She just gives me a questioning look and gets some food.

"I'm going to get some headache pills and get ready for school." I inform her and head upstairs.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Niall asks as Harry walks speedily away from me, after I attempted to talk to him. 

"Your stupid dare, Niall." I say, though I'm not really angry.

"Oh, the kiss one? Yeah, that was on purpose, sorry bout that." He laughs.

"Why would you do that?" I ask/yell.

"Because Liam likes you, and he feels like he hasn't got a chance against Harry, so I played puppet master and had you kiss both of them, and Liam's kiss was better, so now he feels like he has a chance." 

"But the problem is that Harry's kiss really was better! I'm just too stubborn for my own good and wouldn't give him the satisfaction of winning." I say, frustrated.

"We'll, I hadn't thought of that happening. Well which one do you want to go out with then?"

"I don't even know, Niall, I just don't know." I say as we walk into our next class.

Harry's "I'm bored, entertain me" code doesn't come until four o'clock, and that's after I heard the rest of the boys arrive.

We just hang around and talk for a few hours.

"Liam has something to ask you!" Louis bursts out.

"Lou! Shut up!" Liam says. "what is it?" I ask.

"I have to go pee." Harry says, and I think I get an idea of what the question is.

Liam takes a deep breath, wringing his fingers, "Hadles, will you go on a date with me?"

"I'd love to." I smile. The door to the bathroom slams right after, but I pretend not to notice.

"Great! So Friday? I'll pick you up at six?" He asks.

"Sounds perfect, where are we going?" 

"I don't know just yet, I'll text you to tell you, here's my number." He says, and we exchange numbers. The boys leave and Harry comes out from the bathroom.

He just looks at me and shakes his head, and I can see in his eyes he's been replaying the kiss, trying to find the fault I supposedly found, though not being able to.

"Harry..." I try, but he just holds up a hand and sits down on the couch and turns on the telly. I sigh and go back upstairs sadly and sit on my bed.

Then I remember I'm going on a date with Liam Payne in two days and I scream and call Liz.

After freaking out for a while on the phone with various friends (even the friends who hate One Direction), I put on some music. I really hope it's not weird to be jamming out to their songs when one member lives in my basement and I have a date planned with another...

"LET'S GO CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY TIL WE SEE THE SUN I KNOW WE'VE ONLY MET BUT LET'S PRETEND ITS LOVE!" I sing along loudly and badly, though I don't really care, I'm too happy. I have a date on Friday! Not just a date, but a date with a famous person! 

Oh god, the school is going to murder me. The girls are going to kill me for going out with Liam, and the boys are gonna kill me for making their girlfriends cry. Joy, abound. Not.

But I don't even care! At least I'll die happy.

Author's Note

blargh, it's frustrating to write slow.
reviews please!

Reviews

[Taylor Ann]

Blargh! It's frustrating that she chose Liam over Harry! Sophie, why?!? I feel terrible for Harry! I love all the boys and all, but I think Liam should like...go kind of, away for a chapter, so that she can fall in love with Harry. Don't get me wrong, I love Liam, and I'm a full on Directioner, but the way that you write this story just makes me feel like Harry is perfect for her!
Sophie, you really mess with my mind. Poor Harry! I know this isn't even real, but it feels so real! It's just...Gah! Why??
I need the next chapter, like, soon.

[Sophie]

:D

[Lydia]

Haha, I love the end. "At least I'll die happy." That totally sounds like something I would say. Especially if the person I was dying happily over was Liam Payne. And unlike everyone else, I'm definitley on the Hiam (Liam/Hadley) train! Woop, Woop!

[Sophie]

omg, I have a couple name... this is a dream come true! *wipes tear*
lol thanks! what would Harry/Hadley be?

[Lydia]

Harrley, maybe?

[Sophie]

that could work, cuz its an actual name, too. I like it :D

[Lydia]

Either that or Hadrey.

[Sophie]

i think i might like Hadrey better, actually

[Lydia]

I like it better too

[The Fallen]

Awwwwwww Poor Harry I feel so bad for him I can't wait to see how her date with Liam goes though. I love this book so far! Send me a RR when the next chapter is out. Amazing write