Singing in the Shower

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When we got back to the flat we watched a few movies cause  none of us were tired. I excused myself to take a shower and i stole a pair of zayns boxers and nialls shirt. I began to sing while in the shower. I sang "Breakeven" By the Script. I hated my voice but i couldnt resist singing in the shower, imean who couldnt? as i came out of the steaming washroom i heard several footsteps running down the staris away from me. I was slightly confused but then again i thought they were just playing tag or something childish like that. When i entered the living room all the boys were red and smiling but also breathing hard. I asked, " whats wrong guys?" They all answered at the same time "Nothing!" They all looked really suspicuos, so I glared at them and pushed them further. "Are you sure? You look a little red and you guys are brathing hard.And Zayns hair is messed up?" Zayns face went white and he pulled out his phone and checked out hiss reflection. "No its not!" He said. "Its going to be!" i screeched. I leaped over Louis and landed softly on Zayns lap and i reached up with my hands and ran y fingeers through his hair. "im not going to stop till you tell me!" "Fine! We heard you singing in the shower!" I stopped and i blushed slightly embarrassed cause i sucked at singing. Harry said,"Your really good Molly!" "No im not!!" They all got up and surrounded Nialls phone. I suddenly heard a fimilair voice singing a familiar song.It was my voice coming from Nialls phone. Your mouth dropped and you pounced on the huddled group pof boys that were surrounding the phone they all feel and you some how got the phone until you were pinned to the floor by Zayn his face inches from yours he whisperd," Your voice is beautiful.Almost as beautiful as you." I blushed deeply and he took the phone away. I finally just decided that it couldnt hurt to have the boys know you could sing. We all calmed down and layed down to watch "The Hangover" "I could get use to this" I thought to myself

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