"How many hair styles can Harry Styles style if Harry Styles could style hair styles?"
"What?" I give Nudge a look. She sighs and rolls her eyes.
"How many ha-"
"I heard you the first time!" I cut her off. "What does this have to do with doing the dishes?"
"But I don't want to do the dishes! And Harry Styles is much more important than dirty dishes!" Nudge exclaimed with a fling of her arms.
"What is this Harry dude styling?" I asked as I put away the groceries Fang and Iggy had gone to buy earlier.
"What do you mean?"
"You keep saying some Harry dude is styling something but you never say what he's styling. Is he styling hair or does he have a good fashion sense?" I asked as I gave up on playing a game of Tetris with the cans and just stored them wherever they fit in the cupboard.
"Are you being serious right now?" Nudge said in a are-you-kidding-me tone.
"Uh, yes?" I said with a raise of my eyebrows. Nudge then literally face palmed herself.
"The 'dude's' name is Harry and his last name is Styles! He's freaking from One Direction! You know, the most amazing and hottest British boy band of all time! Except Niall who's Irish but you know what I mean." She waved off.
"No, I don't know what you mean" I tell her.
"She's talking about that one group of guys on that poster she has in her room. You know, the one you called a bunch of gay wanna be singers with absolute no talent whatsoever." Fang suddenly spoke. I instantly turned around to find him casually leaning up against the counter.
"When did you get here?" I asked with a question look. He simply shrugged. Should have known, he's Fang after all.
"Anyways, so you're talking about those guys. Eh, they're okay." I simply said as I went back to work on putting away the food.
"Okay? OKAY?! No, they're not okay! They're freaking amazing! They're like sexy gods sent from the heavens! I don't even know how it's humanly possible to have not one but five sexy guys walking the face of the Earth!" Nudge swooned.
"Whatever. Whelp, I'm done here. Now wash the dishes!" I say as I make my way out of the kitchen with a groaning Nudge left behind.
As I made my way down the stairs down to the basement where the laundry room was I was suddenly pushed up against the wall. I felt warm lips capture my own, instantly recognizing the feeling only Fang could give me, I without hesitation kissed him back.
After a good long passionate kiss we both pulled away, both of us out of breath but with large smiles on our faces. Yes, even Fang's face. Both his arms were above my head, caging me in.
"What was that about?" I teased.
"What? I can't kiss my girlfriend after not being able to have even a decent conversation with her for a week?" He asked. This was true. I've been so busy lately with scratching up money, hiding from hopefully the now non-existent Flyboys and Erasers, and just plain keeping these kids under control hasn't really left anytime for some nice relaxation time for myself, let alone time to spend with my boyfriend.
"I'm sorry. I'm really trying to make time but whenever I'm done with one thing it seems another issue comes in and takes it's place."
"We have time now don't we?" Fang huskily whispered.
"I have to do the laundry then I have to-" Fang stopped my rambling by taking me lips into his own with another captivating heart-stopping kiss. Every thought I had been debating before rightfully left me and I became putty in Fang's arms.
Our kiss instantly became heated and Fang lifted me from my bottom as I wrapped my legs around his torso, my fingers interlocking behind his neck as they played with his hair that reached the nape of his neck. Our kiss never broke as he walked us over to the dryer or washer, I didn't really care at the moment, and promptly sat me down on it. He instantly got closer; making sure every gap was closed between our bodies. I cocked my head a little in order to deepen the kiss in which Fang responded with moan. Man was Fang's moan a turn on! This caused me let out a smirk in which Fang responded to my teasing by playfully biting my bottom lip and tugging at it slightly.
I lost it after that. I became lost in the wonderland that was Fang himself and I enjoyed every second of it. I was so lost in it that I hadn't even noticed both Fang's and my own shirt had been discarded somewhere on the floor leaving Fang shirtless with a bare chest in which let me receive a mighty good view of his abs I might add, and I was left with my boring old black sport bras that was really worn out and torn from behind. Let's just say that wings and bras don't really work together.
Everything was just so wonderful and magical. His scent, the way he tasted, and how soft his hair was, was amazing. Never in a million years had I ever imagined to have ever have this access to Fang. I just never ever wanted it to stop. I wanted it to go on forever and ever and ever and ever-
"MAX AND FANG OR MAKING BABIES!"
Or not.
Fang and I instantly sprung apart, our faces red and flushed and unable to catch a proper breath.
Fang both turned to face the person who oh so dearly interrupted our heated moment. It was no other than 'innocent' Angel who looked completely shocked and confused at the scene in front of her, her blue eyes wide like the size of softballs.
"Fuck" Fang cursed under his breath as he bended down to grab his and my own shirt. He quickly tossed my shirt to me and put on his own as he made his way to Angel. I put on my boring plain black tee that didn't give me the same hot and heavy feeling against my skin Fang did but it was instead cool against my feverish skin.
"Where you and Max making babies?" Angel asked Fang.
"No Ang, Max and I weren't doing such thing. We were just kissing" Fang said with an irritated tone. He was clearly not happy about the fact that Angel just cock blocked him.
"It looked more like you two were eating each other faces off." Angel pointed out. Cue blush.
"We kind of got really into it." Fang sighed as he ran his hand through his long silky hair that was now completely messy due to our prior make-out session.
"Yah, really into it." Angel called out, extending the word 'really'.
"Okay Angel, so what will it take so you'll keep your mouth shut and not tell the others what you saw just now?" Fang asked.
I felt my eyes widened as I gaped at him in which he ignored.
"Hmm" Angel pondered as he tapped her chin with her pointer finger. "Twenty dollars."
Fang licked his red swollen lips. "Ten"
"Fifteen"
"Five"
"Deal"
They high five and Angel made her way back up the stairs. I gave Fang a look as turned back to face me with a mischievous smirk.
"Should I ask?" I questioned.
"Nope" He said as he placed his lips on my own, once again being welcomed to Fang Wonderland.
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Haven't updated in a while. But eh, I've been too busy writing ANSEL. This wasn't really funny or anything but I got a request to do an all Fax chapter so here yah go! Only two months late! Better late than never am I right?
Okay so as always leave a request on what funny and awkward situation I should place the Flock in!
Also, Directioners please don't get offended! I think this is something Max would say and act and that doesn't mean I think this. Though I'm not a Directioner myself, I'm not going to go out and bash this fan group.