Night Changes (H.S. 1D)

Seven

"Maleah!" I turn around in my seat to face Niall.

"Yeah?" I turn to him. He's sitting in the back of the car with a handful of cash.

"Give this to Harry. I wanna stop somewhere to eat." He says, handing me the cash. I nod and hand the cash to Harry and sit back in my seat. "By the way . . . That tat is sick!" He laughs. I laugh along with him and nod. It was right behind my ear, so I kind of have a headache, but I'll get over it.

"Thanks!" I grin. It turned out really well. I guess Harry has the best tattoo artist in Holmes Chapel, from what he says. And from the looks of his tattoos, I would definitely agree.

"Where to, Nialler?" Harry asks.

"Um . . . How about KFC?" He grins.

"I'm not in the mood for chicken, Niall!" Zayn groans.

"Yeah, me either." Liam agrees.

"Well, I am." Niall says.

"Of course you are, dipwad. If you weren't, you wouldn't have asked for it." I laugh, reaching my hand back and ruffling his hair.

"Okay . . . So two votes for chicken and two for something else." Niall chuckles.

"Two?! Niall, you are the only one who voted for chicken!" Louis laughs and smacks him in the back of the head.

"I vote tacos!" I shout. Everyone looks at me.

"I like you more every time you speak." Harry chuckles, making a quick left turn. I feel my cheeks heat up and look at the floor.

***

"Hey, so I was thinking-"

"That's gotta be dangerous." Louis chuckles. I smack him and give him a playfully harsh glare.

"Shut up. As I was saying . . . I was thinking and then I wondered . . . Where am I going to sleep?" I ask and take a large bite of my crunchy gorditta.

"Oh, yeah. About that . . . So you're going to sleep next to me tonight." Harry informs me. My eyes widen and my jaw drops.

"No. You guys need to bunk up. There's no way I am sleeping next to a boy!" I spit in disgust, looking at them with my nose scrunched up and my eyebrows pushed together.

"Maleah, we're already bunking up. There's not enough beds. You need to chose where you're sleeping. If you're not sleeping next to one of us, then there's only the couch left." Liam honestly tells me.

"Couch it is, then." I sigh, putting my taco wrapper on the table.

"No." Harry firmly says and shakes his head. "You're a lady. You shouldn't have to sleep on the couch. I'll sleep on the couch. You can have my bed if it makes you comfortable." He offers, giving me a small smile.

"Harry, I'm not taking your bed from you." I sigh.

"Well, you're not sleeping on the couch." He replies.

"I do what I want, now." I say, then stand to leave, but he catches my wrist.

"Maleah, wait. Don't . . . Just . . . Just be careful." He looks at the floor.

I furrow my eyebrows, confused, but then groan and walk out the door. I see Louis slapping him in the back of the head, then saying something harshly. Whatever. I need to stop watching them.