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~Allison Edwards~

"OH. MY. AHHHH!" i shrieked as i dropped my carry on on the floor. Whoever designed my room was amazing. The color scheme was girly but trendy, an amazing hot pink complemented by amazing shades of purple. The ceiling portrayed a pink and purple galaxy, and underneath that was a large circular bed with the hot pink duvet.

The bed was connected to wall to wall couches, Covered in tiny throw pillows. on wall was the huge closet, and was covered in mirrors. There were cool Light fixtures everywhere, but they didn't compare to the wall opposite the closet, an interchangeable city scape. The one that was currently on display was one that I was all to familiar with, Minneapolis. I squealed even harder, looking at the various bookshelves. I latched onto harry's waist.

"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you i love you I love you I love you I love you so much!!!!!" he chuckled.

"check out your closets first before you thank me." I looked at him curiously, opening the first set of mirrored doors. It was a high walk in, the top bar not being something I would normally be able to reach. On the racks were almost a hundred beautiful dresses. I nearly fainted. he chuckled.

"open the other one."I did, and I nearly fainted all over again. this particular closet wasn't a closet at all, it was its own room. In that room were color coded piles of various fabrics, a huge rack full of spools of thread, and a large silver sewing machine, along with a mannequin and my normal seamstress tools. I noticed yet another door, but I was too faint to act upon it.

"you have got to be kidding me. Your kidding right?" I asked, looking desperately at Harry, who laughed.

"nope." he said, striding over to me and taking my hand. "and there's one more thing." my mouth fell open. More?

He led me through the other door, exposing a brilliantly white room with marble flooring. In the very middle was a large grand piano. The room had six walls, each one containing a door, differently painted. The one straight across from where I'd been standing was striped, with a superman symbol in the middle. Louis.

The on to louis's right was black with a batman symbol. Liam and all his innocent ways. The door to my exact right was a beautiful blue, with an old fashioned crystal doorknob and a picture of a fluffy cat. Harry. I snickered slightly at that, before He wrapped an arm around my waist, causing me to blush. And apparently he noticed.

"do I make you blush, miss Edwards?" I chose not to answer him, opting to continue looking at the room. To my exact right was a deep maroon door, with a picture of perrie taped to it. Obviously zayn. And the one to the left of his door was one painted a bright green with a 'do not dusturb, I'm eating' sign. Niall. I smiled, releasing myself from harry's arms to head to the piano.

Sitting diwn, I slowly started to play, my fingers gliding over the keys, forming a favorite melody. The chords twisted over my head as I gently continued to play, drowning the rest of the world out.gently, I ended the song. There was clapping behind me, and I jumped. There stood all five boys, grinning at me like their lives depended on it.

"you never told us you could play." zayn commented.

"usually, I don't play at all. Took me a long time to learn that." I said, standing. They grinned.

" we heard you scream earlier. We figured with you loved the rooms or Harry is a really good sha-" Harry clamped a hand over Louis's mouth.

"not one more fucking word, lou. Not a one!" I giggled.

"but yes, I love my rooms!" he grinned.

"your sewing room was an addition. Want us to help you unpack?" I nodded vigorously

------three hours of hard labor later, nine o clock at night------

"we should go to bed."

"agreed." I said as I finished sticking my last dress on the hanger. The doorbell rang.

"that should be Eleanor and Danielle." Liam said fondly. "they're staying over tonight and leaving tomorrow morning. So lets go." Niall cleared his throat.

"actually, I believe there is something we haven't told Allison yet." Harry was immediately on edge.

"do we have to?" he nodded.

"yes, because you weren't here a couple days ago, we're behind scheduele. I argued with Simon for a half hour." I shook my head, trying to make sense of the conversation.

"what do you need to tell me?" Harry looked pained.

"we won't be here for your birthday tomorrow. We have to go to the studio, we've tried to get out of it." My heart sank.

"Oh..." louis rocketed over to me.

"But were planning a great dinner for you, alright? and you'll love your presents." he promised. my brow furrowed.

"You guys didnt have to get me anything."

"yeah, we know, but we did." Zayn said, grinning at me. i smiled back, and harry's arm was around my shoulders.

"Well, i'm going to tuck this one in. night, boys." they all mumbled heir 'goodnight's and walked out. i leaped over to my bed in my sweatpants and t shirt, sinking into the soft, circular mattress, cuddling under the duvet. harry chuckled, strolling over to tuck the blankets under me.

"you're so cute." my face flushed (as usual) he chuckled, leaning down to fluff one of the many throw pillows. as his torso was so close to mine, i reached up and threw my arms tightly around his neck.

"thank you."

"for what?"

"everything. what else?" he chuckled. i unlatched myself from around him, and he stood up, walking to the door. suddenly, the fact that all this was mine; my fashion design studio, my closet, this room; became far to much. my head started to (not literally) spin.

"Harry!" he looked back at me from his position in the doorway. i smiled sheepishly.

"Stay with me? i dont want to be alone..." he immediatly stripped his shirt off, in sweatpants as well, and strode over to me, climbing under the blankets. i smiled, cuddling into his chisled chest. he layed an arm over my torso, tugging me closer. he chuckled gently.

"goodnight, Birthday Girl."

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Yes I know, sucky. The next chapter is really romantic and sweet, ill have it up on valentines day, it's going to take me a while to write!!! Long one :)

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