Crazier || Harry Styles

18: Camp Plans

"Please?"

"No."

"NATALIE."

"MEGAN."

She frowns.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going if he is," I say, crossing my arms.

"So I'll make sure he doesn't show up."

I give her a look. "He's like herpes, Meg. He shows up even though you don't want him to."

She tries to hide her laugh, but fails. "Okay, well, think about it? Please?"

"I don't see the point."

"The point is that we've done this every single year and this year shouldn't be any different. I'll make sure Luke stays away."

I roll my eyes. "Okay. I'll think about it."

Every year Luke, Meg, Ryan, and I would take sleeping bags, tents, blankets, and lanterns and trek out to the woods for the night. It was our idea of camping. Sometimes we would all cram into one tent, sometimes we'd each have our own tent, and sometimes we'd light a fire, grab our blankets, and sleep out under the stars. No tents needed. Whatever way we chose, it was good fun. No parents allowed.

This year Meg wants to continue the tradition, but I refuse to do so if Luke's joining us. I just don't see how it's going to be the same now.

***Harry’s Point of View***

 

As I brushed my teeth I noticed that the bruise around my eye was almost completely gone. It didn't hurt anymore. Well, maybe a little. But not nearly as much as it did before.

I heard a knock on my door. I spit out the toothpaste into the sink. "Yeah?" I rinsed my mouth as Niall walked in. He looked like he had to tell me something. "What's up?" I ask, drying my mouth with a towel.

"I have a question, but don't get mad."