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Le PPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTT

"Get u-up ge-et u-u-u-u-p!" Niall came in banging pans together and marching around my room.

"I'm up, dunderhead!" I screamed and threw a pillow at him.

He made a satisfying 'ooph' sound and I smiled.

Turning around, I sat up, faced by the grumpy Niall seated on the floor.

"Hey there!" I waved.

"Hi." he replied in monotone.

I stared at him for a minute, chills running down my spine. Something about him made me cringe.

"I don't like Irish people." I sighed and went into my closet.

"May I ask why?" Niall yelled.

"Because every Irish person I've met was a total twat! Abusive, loud, mean, careless and hard!"

The footsteps behind me made me cringe.

"How many have you met?" he asked softly.

I shrugged, staring at the clothes in front of me, "How's it your business?"

He turned me around and squeezed me closer to him. "I thought when Simon told us to adopt a child, we'd get a boring little boy." he looked down at me and smiled, "But I'm glad we have you. I will never hurt you, ever, ever, ever, never. Promise." He held his hand out and I shook it.

"Thanks . . . " I hugged him once more. Nothing he could do would change my mind. But at least he was trying, right?

"Now get dressed, we're leaving soon." he walked out and I sighed.

"How does this happen? A pop band." I mumbled and returned to getting dressed with the few items of clothing Eleanor gave me, her being the smallest; says Louis.

I giggled whilst pulling on my first pair of skinny jeans.

I picked a Hollister crop tee from my bag which was covered in blue and black stripes.

Humming, I walked into my bathroom and flat ironed my hair to perfection then back to my closet and picked out a pair of black Vans.

I could already hear the yelling from the boys downstairs in the kitchen, I laughed and jumped down the stairs two at a time.

"EST TOUS LES GARS vous ne s'engueule!?" I screamed over their noise as I walked into the kitchen AKA the fighting room.

They stood up straight and smiled, "Why must you talk in french all the time?" Liam asked.

"Maybe since it's my own tongue!" I pointed to my mouth and smirked, "Le PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTT!" I blew a raspberrie.

He laughed, "Alrighty then!" he turned around and went back to making his over-sized breakfast.

I smiled and squirmed behind Zayn to get to the fridge. Pulling over the things covering what I wanted, I finally reached in and grabbed the thick bottle. The door shut behind me, I turned around to face Harry as he looked in my direction.  I twisted the cap on my Gatorade and chugged half the bottle without taking a single breath.

"I've just noticed something," Harry wagged his finger and squinted his eyes, pointed in my direction.

"Enlighten me." I shrugged and set my bottle on the counter.

"You haven't eaten nor asked for food this whole time! Lift up your shirt." he commanded.

I tilted my head and furrowed my brow, "The heck-"

"Do it." Louis raised his eyebrows.

Pervs.

I sighed and lifted my shirt half way.