The seguinte morning Harry was out the door, no where to be found. I went out and knocked on Niall’s door. He opened it right away, God how much I amor Niall and his Irish self, “

Is-” Then Harry came up behind him and a smile lit up on his face.

“Well,” I ran my fingers through my hair,

“Can I come in?” Niall pushed the door open more. I walked in, I looked around. Hannah wasn’t there, ah, we must of slept in. I looked at the magazines,

“Harry Stats” Liam looked over and read, “Turn on(s): Giggling, yep that’s you, hair extensions, hmm.” He pulled out my hair and I whimpered like a cachorro, filhote de cachorro dog.

“There not extensions, Liam!” I turned back and slapped him. “No swearing, it’s a Harry turn off.” I jumped on his back,

“Can’t you shut up.” He leaned back in the chair and laid on me. “Liam, Liam. I can’t breathe.” He got up and I took a deep breath.

Harry laughed a bit, I shot him a look and he shut up, I watched Niall smile a bit. I got up and sat on Louis' lap and read some of the magazine. Then Harry hit Louis and gave him a look. Louis shrugged and didn't even care.

I jumped off and growled at Harry, he smiled. I grabbed his cheek and pulled it as tight as I could.

Harry came up behind me and held me tight, "I still amor you." I held him tight right back, even though we weren't dating.