Against All Odds

Ch. 18

The next morning I woke up in my bed, not knowing how I got there. I figured Louis carried me up there, but it was like that magical thing when you were a kid where you fell asleep somewhere and woke up in your bed.

I wasn't hungry for breakfast, so I walked slowly down the stairs, heading for the living room. I started humming The A Team by Ed Sheeran while walking. I reached the living room and I was singing quietly, not just humming.

I took a seat next to Harry on the smaller couch. We were the only two people in there. By then, I was to the chorus of the song and Harry must've heard me, because he started singing along with me.

They say

She's in the class a team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

But lately

Her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

They scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cuz we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

She don't wanna go outside

Tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland

Sells love to another man

It's to co-o-old outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

"You like Ed Sheeran?" Harry asked me when we were done.

"Like? More like love," I said with a grin.

"Yeah. He's a real nice lad," Harry told me, like it was the most normal thing in the world to say that one of my favorite celebrities was a 'nice lad'. But, then again, it probably was normal for him. I mean, the guy's met the queen for crying out loud!

"How many times have you met him? What do you mean by nice lad? When did you-"

"Whoa, whoa," Harry interrupted me. "Slow down with the questions, sweetie. One at a time. And, don't forget to breathe." I took in a deep breath and he chuckled.

"Do you think you could get him to meet me, one day?" I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes. He chuckled again.

"I think I can make that work," he told me, smiling.

I jumped up and started doing a happy dance. Louis and Carlos chose that exact moment to walk in the room. They saw me doing my happy dance (which I have to admit, was probably not pretty), looked at Harry (who was just sitting there laughing at me), looked back at me, and just burst out laughing.

"Don't be hatin on my moves! You know you love them," I said sassily, flipping my hair like a diva. They just kept laughing so I decided to have some fun with it.

"Oh, look at me," I said prancing around the living room and speaking in an obviously fake British accent, "I'm the Sass Master from Doncaster. I like girls who eat carrots, but I absolutely LOOOOOVE Chelsea because she is pretty, smart, lovely, and so many more things that I could possibly not name them all!" This made Harry and Carlos laugh even harder, but Louis started glaring at me. He started toward me and I squealed and ran out of the room.

"Logan!" I screamed laughing and running through the house, Louis hot on my tail.

Logan came running out of his room looking panicked and wearing nothing but a towel.

"My eyes! My eyes!" I cried over-dramatically. Louis caught me and pulled me over his shoulder.

I have a feeling that this will not end well.....

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A/N

Wow!

Chapter 18 already!

Thank you all for reading this! I love each and every one of you!

Also, I've started another story called 'Psycho' and I would realllllllllly appreciate it if you would read it!

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