Chapter 6 Youtube Fame

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1/26/13

HI DIRECTIONERS! Or anybody that likes to read my stories. Maybe you're secretly stalkers that stalk random people who are directioners. Like me. NUTELLA AND OREOS IS AN AWESOME COMBO!

Harry's POV

I pulled my own lips away from her cheek and smiled at her. I knew I was falling for her. She smiled back and retrevied her phone. I went to go clean myself up. I walked down the corridor to my room. It was a slightly messy one. I walked into my shower and started to get the hot sauce out of my hair and off my body. Natalia's name is such a pretty one. Natalia. I could say it every day...

Jace's POV

"Liam? Where do we sleep? Where's Paul?" I asked.

"Down the hall, 2nd door to your left. You are sharing a room with Natalia, if you guys don't mind." Liam said simply. I walked down the hall and creaked the door open.

I found Tali in the room already. Wow! We had a balcony, I always wanted to have one! Tali flopped onto the purple king bed, guess I have the bright neon one! We had a fluffy carpet on the floor and bean bags. I started to put my stuff in what seems to be my drawers, and Tali did too. I looked around. There was, pause for affect, NARNIA!

I grabbed my bathroom stuff, and clothes to take a shower. the bathroom was pretty decent too. I peeled my clothes off and hopped into the shower. Shampoo, Conditioner, scrubbing peanut butter off myself, the works. When I was finally done, I got out. I had purple Aeorpostle sweats, uggs, a loose t-shirt, and a University of Notre Dame sweatshirt.What should I do? I should make a video on Youtbe! I grabbed my guitar and started the camera.

"Hi internet!" I said waving at the camera. "So, I'm staying at One Direction's flat with my friend Tali. Paul is her uncle. I will be singing A Team by Ed Sherran." I strummed a few notes on my guitar and started singing.

"White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

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