Changing my Direction

Chapter 10

"You're horrid, Louis." Zayn snickered, leaning over the kitchen counter.

I smirked, wiggling my eyebrows at everyone. But once my gaze shifted over to Harry, the humor dropped. He was glaring so hard at me, I was afraid the emotion was practically going to burn through me. Pft, he's just mad because he didn't get his way in making me go to bed. Well he was stupid enough to not realize that I was intending to put up a fight. And of course, in the end, I was triumphant. So therefore, you now understand the scowl on Harry's lips and the grin on mine.

I shrugged, grinning even wider. "What can I say? I'm just too good."

Harry, snorting and rolling his eyes, walked off down the hallway. I heard his feet trudge heavily up the stairs, and the sound of his door slamming, echoed around the house. All the guys flinched and gazed nervously at me. I didn't even cringe. Harry can be such a diva sometimes.

"So lads, any plans for tomorrow?" I questioned, passing my glance towards all of them.

Liam stood from his leaning position and stretched. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled lightly at me.

"I was thinking...." He said, grinning even wider.

"Maybe we should go Christmas shopping tomorrow. We still need a Christmas tree......"

Niall shot up from his chair, surging his fist in the air. A huge smile was plastered on his face, and still growing wider by the moment.

"Does that mean ornaments?!" Niall exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at Liam.

Liam groaned. "Oh no you don't, Niall."

His mouth frowned as he stomped his foot. I couldn't help but smirk. Seeming like me much?

"But why not?!" Niall pouted

Liam crossed his arms tighter over his chest.

"You know why."

Zayn snorted, supping his mug. "Don't we all."

Niall pouted his bottom lip out, glaring hard at Liam. The smirk widened on my face.

"But I can be good this time." Niall whimpered with sad, upset eyes.

Liam sighed. "Niall, your addiction hasn't gotten any better. In fact, I think it's gotten worse."

Niall slumped back into his seat, crossing his arms, and turning his face away from us all, obviously quite upset. I sighed, and walked over to him, crouching down and placing my elbows on my knees. Niall eyed me out if the corner of his vision, but only let out a 'hmph' and turned his glance away from me. He's so stubborn, it's adorable. Little leprechaun.

"It's alright, Niall." I soothed, rubbing his knee. "You've just gotta control your obsession."

Niall sighed, dropping his crossed arms and turning to me with a hopeless expression.

"I just can't help it, Lou. They're just so pretty." Niall pouted.

I sighed. "I know"

In fact, I know all too "well". Every time Christmas rolls around, Niall's addiction surfaces. His addiction being, ornaments. I've never seen a boy love ornaments the way he does. He acts just like the way Liam does with his schoolwork. It's as if they're his babies or something. So why hold him back? What's so bad about ornaments, you wonder? Well if you've seen the way Niall acts around them you'd understand. He acts all starry eyed. But not only that, he goes into a frantic frenzy around them. And every year, it just seems to get worse. But the bad part about it? There is no medication for an addiction such as Niall's.