morethanthis

Jag började darra okontrollerat när han drog upp en kamera ur den vänstra fickan på sina jeans. Han fingrade med den i ett par sekunder för att få ut full effekt och göra mig komplett skräckslagen.

”Please... Don’t do it.” Bönade jag.

Men han lyssnade inte. I nästa ögonblick blixtrade ljusfläckar framför ögonen och jag drog upp armarna i en beskyddande blockering.

Harry

Emma had been wandering off for quite sometime now and I was starting to fuss a little. ’She’s probably just slow walking around the neighbourhood, that’s all.’ I thought to myself as I sat down with the rest of the gang in the living room. Zayn and Vivi were sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table in a chair which they shared. Both of them didn’t really fit so Zayn took the seat and Vivi got to sit in his lap. Not that I think she was complaining really.

”What happened to Emma? I heard her swearing in Swedish.” Vivi wondered and gave me a confused look.

”First she dropped her engagement ring down the drain and then she burnt her finger on the sauce pan. But it’s fine she got the ring out.” I explained leaning my head against the couch’s armrest. It was only 8 PM but I felt incredibly tired. My eyes were on the verge of involuntarily shutting themselves even though I swore I was going to stay awake until Emma got back. I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways. Niall and Liam moved over so I could lay down properly without my body being bent in an impossible angle. I put my feet up on the cushion and tried my best not to fall asleep. Liam, Louis and Niall felt hungry so they left. After all we never finished dinner. The spaghetti got overcooked and we couldn’t be bothered to start over, so the minced meat never got done either. Vivi got up from her seat in Zayn’s lap, probably to get something in the hall or something. Zayn held her hand for as long as he could and her arm extened to the point where I thought it would pop right off. He tried to pull her back but she simply laughed and loosened the grip, promising she would hurry back. Zayn let her go with a smirk on his face, making his cheeks become round like apples.

”What are you smiling about?” I asked. Zayn blushed.

”She’s addictive.”

”I can tell.” I laughed. ”You really like her don’t you?”

”It’s that obvious?” He bit his bottom lip as he always did when he was nervous, embarrassed, concentrated or liked someone. Well, sometimes he just did it anyway.

”It is!” I chuckled and threw a pillow at him. ”Have you told her?”

”Sort of.”

He caught the pillow before it hit him in the face. Man he had some fast reflexes.

”What do you meant ’sort of’?”

He was always so mysterious, you had to drag straight up answers from him like a child out of a toy shop.

”I kind of accidently called her mine, and she didn’t mind so I think we’re cool.” Zayn smiled gruntled. His voice was so light and distant he sounded like he was floating on clouds.

”Is someone in loooove?” I teased. The conversation made me a bit more alert and it was no longer a struggle to keep my eyes open.

”I think so yes.” Zayn gazed down at the floor like it was doing something awfully interesting.

”Found a coin?”

”What? No?”

”Then stop monitoring the floor and look into my eyes!”

It was so easy to taunt with him at this point. Zayn had blushing attack number two.

”I’m just messing with you.” I got of the couch and went over to him and sat in his lap.

”Do you love me booboo?” I made my voice as girly as I could and fluttered my eyelashes at him.

”Oh my god your voice is so deep and monoton you trying to make it girly just end up sounding like you chocked on something.” Zayn laughed and tried to push me out of his lap. But I hung on and leaned my head against his chest and did my girl voice again.

”Hold my hand and lets go skipping over a meadow filled with rainbows and puppies.”

”Stop teasing!” Zayn laughed trying to push me off again. He managed and with a thud I landed on the floor.

”Ouch, I’m gonna have a bruise on my bum tomorrow!”

”You deserve it.”

”GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUUUUYS!”

I froze and made an effort to hear who was yelling.

It was Vivi who shouted repeatidly and I could hear her stomp frenetically with her feet out in the hall.

”What is it?” Zayn rose from his seat and were kind enough to pull me up from the floor as he did. She sounded scared so we hurried to the hall. We met Louis, Liam and Niall on the way as they also ran to the panicing Vivi. She waved startled with her hands and Niall had to grab her by the shoulders to make her stop and calm down so she could tell us what had made her so jumpy. She took a few deep breaths and opened her mouth.

”Emma’s being attacked by the paparazzi!”