Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
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Chapter 6
                          
HARRY POV
                          
"Ooh! A zebra!" Liam exclaimed, his face pressed against the glass window.
                          
Zayn was outside, eating grass as a zebra. Like, nobody noticed. People were walking by, taking one look at Zayn, before continuing to walk the same pace, completely ignoring that there was a zebra in our yard.
                          
"Zayn the zebra!" Louis yelled from the table, before he fell silent again.
                          
I looked at Louis, to see crayons and markers all around him, as he sat at the table, drawing in a children's coloring book. He picked up a red marker, and started making swift strokes across something, before focusing on what to do next.
                          
I looked away, and back at the now moose in our yard.
                          
LOUIS POV
                          
Right when Harry looked at me, I had flipped the page immediately, grabbing the red marker, and coloring the little girl's hair red. I peeked a glance at Harry, and noticed he was looking at the moose outside.
                          
I smiled, flipping the page, and landing on my portrait of the Chesire lad. 
                          
I thought I was doing well, but I wasn't sure. I was only doing his back side, and of course, the back up. I really wanted to do his lovely ass, but I knew I couldn't do that. If he ever found this, which I hoped he didn't, he would be going A-Wall on me, seeing that I drew his little bubble-bum.
                          
"Louis! Look at this!" Liam yelled, and I looked up to see Zayn had now turned into a ostrich.
                          
I smiled. "Zebra, moose, and ostrich. Someone has to be writing this down." I said.
                          
Niall came outside of his room with a pencil and a piece of yellow paper with black lines on it. "The animals?" He asked.
                          
"Zebra, moose, then ostrich." Harry said.
                          
Niall scribbled it down, and I continued to draw the gorgeous Harry.
                          
HARRY POV
                          
Zayn walked inside, and immediately ran to the bathroom, before coming out and wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. 
                          
"That grass is disgusting." He said, sitting down on his chair.
                          
I raised an eyebrow. "You eat the grass, though it's disgusting?" I asked him.
                          
"Well, I can't be a moose and start eating a hamburger, now can I?" Zayn said, before running to the bathroom again.
                          
Poor Zayn. "Alright, so that was...Zebra, moose, ostrich, eagle, platypus, and a what?" Niall said, writing on his piece of paper.
                          
"After the platypus it was a Siberian tiger, Ni." Zayn said, returning from his trip to the washroom. 
                          
Niall nodded, scribbling that down, as Louis closed the book, and went to his room. He looked like he was smiling like an idiot, but oh well. I couldn't focus on him, or it'll look like I'm staring at the gorgeous god in our house.
                          
Wait...
                          
Did I just call Louis gorgeous?
                          
Hmm...
                          
LOUIS POV
                          
I smiled as I went into my room with the book in my hands. I walked over to my dresser, and opened the top drawer, putting the drawing of Harry in with all the other ones. 
                          
Yes, I had other drawings of Harry. Some were whenever he was asleep, some were when he was focused on the telly, also, one of them was what I like to call 'Dark Harry.'
                          
That mood of his is the most sexiest you'll ever see of him. He's all looking hot and sexy, but he's actually kind of mad. It's so difficult to explain, but I love that mood or mode, Liam likes to call it.
                          
I closed that dresser drawer, and walked out of the room, to see Harry looking out the window cautiously, along with a worried looking Liam.
                          
"What's wrong?" I asked them.
                          
There was a loud knocking on the door, and Harry jumped slightly. "This man is here." He whispered loudly for me to hear.
                          
The man knocked again, and Zayn winced at the loud noise. "He's been knocking for a little now." Zayn whispered to me.
                          
"Why not answer?" I whispered back.
                          
"Look." Harry pointed out the window, and I walked over to him to see.
                          
On our sidewalk, there was a huge white van. I didn't know why, but I was thinking prostitute. But, I wasn't sure.
                          
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okay, so something really weird happened...I published the wrong chapter. *Head Desk Repeatedly* 
                          
But, now it's alright. Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!