Nevermind Me

Chapter 5

3 hours later-

I had been tackled by all 5 boys after accepting the job. Maybe this was going to be fun, they all seemed nice. Just a little crazy.

Now they were giving me time to settle into my room and they were in the living room with a guitar.

I listened to them from my bed, just laying there letting their voices wash over me. They were actually really good.

One Direction. Hopefully it was straight.

Other wise this would be awkward.

I shook that thought as I heard them start a slow song. It was a lot more gentle then the other ones they had sung.

"Your hand fits in mine, like it's made just for me.

So bare this in mind, it was meant to be."

I sighed. Yep, I was going to be okay living here.

My body moved without me and all of a sudden I was at my door with my camera. I snuck down the hall and paused at the corner. I peeked around and saw them all totally focused in the song. Quietly, I took a close up of each of them, capturing their calm expressions then one group photo of them all smiling at each other. Niall was the one playing guitar and Harry was sitting beside him. Across on the other couch was Zayn and Louis, Liam on the floor beside Louis' legs.

"I'm in love with you.

And all these little things."

Niall stopped playing and Harry finally noticed me way hung them.

"How long were you there?" His voice whispered.

The others, startled, all jumped to face me. Niall started laughing and soon the rest joined in. I cracked a smile.

"Not long." I replied.

Louis looked relieved, "oh good."

"Can we see those pictures, then?" Asked Zayn, pointing to my hand, still holding the camera like I was about to take a photo.

I walked over and handed it to him. Our hands grazed and he smiled. I blushed softly and stepped back while they looked through the pictures. I hope I had framed them okay.

Liam smiled at me, "These are brilliant!"

Niall looked at me, too, "I love them! This is going to be great!"

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Next morning-

Niall-

I woke up, having just dreamt the weirdest dream. We had just hired an extremely attractive homeless girl to live and take pictures of us.

Then I realized it wasn't a dream. Somewhere in this flat, was an attractive girl.

I dragged myself out of bed and glanced in the mirror. My hair was a mess, but who was there to see? I was wearing an old tshirt and my boxers, what I always slept in. The boys wouldn't care.

I padded to the kitchen and looked at the oven clock.

7:34

Why was I up so early? Then my stomach growled and I understood. Grabbing the milk from the fridge, I pulled down some Lucky Charms and sat at the table.

'click'

She walked in giggling, "You look ridiculous. I'll delete it, don't worry."

She was wearing a baggie hoodie and pants, but the hoodie was almost long enough to hide her pants. I was surprised she was comfortable coming out into a flat full of boys like that.

Noticing my expression, she said, "I've always lived with boys. Have since my mum....er, left." Jay blushed.

Her hair was down and I couldn't help but see how pretty she looked. I nodded at the Lucky Charms and she smiled. I got her a bowl and she sat next to me, eating, both of us with a fork instead of a spoon. When I hande her the fork, Jay questioningly glanced my way.

"Liam's afraid if spoons. You won't find any here, even if this flat is Louis' and Harry's. We all know better than to keep spoons around."

"Ahh." She seemed happy yet confused at my explanation.

He eyes locked with mine, and we both fully got the absurdity of the moment. I started laughing first, and she joined in. Neither if us had extremely pleasant laughs, but they weren't terrible or unbearable. They were just our laughs.

Soon, we stopped laughing and just sat smiling at each other. She looked very happy.

"I like your laugh." She whispered, and I realized how close we were.

Jay-

We were really close. How did that happen? First we were laughing, me with my horrible laugh and him with his melodic one, then we were just gazing at each other.

I held his gaze. His blue-grey eyes bore into mine, soft and curious. Suddenly, his hand reached out and brushed my hair away from my face. Then he ran it down my arm and I realized again that we were getting closer. How did this keep happening? His touch felt good down my arm, and his look was different than the one Harry had been giving me. Niall's was nervous almost and Harry's had been quite confident.

Niall's look was more inviting.

He leaned in the same time I did.

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