Privacy, please!
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Niall's P.O.V.
"No, don't do it!" someone moaned. It sounded as though it came from the wardrobe. I walked through and switched on the light, to find Jasmine, asleep, on the floor. "Please! You know I'm afraid of onions!"
"Jasmine. Jaz? Jasmine!" I yelled.
"Aargh!" she yelled, bolting up. "Why does everybody insist on waking me up today?! You know, you should really get a couch in here."
"I'm going back to bed." I mumbled. "It's too early for this shit."
"Language!" she screeched.
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Sadly, I did not manage to fall asleep. I've never been so stressed out about a date before. Where am I going to take her? What if she hates it?! I walked through to the empty living room. "Liam! Harry! Louis- wait!" I yelled. "Louis, stay where you are! Zayn! Keep Louis in his room!"
Harry and Liam rushed out of their rooms to see what the problem was. "What's up, dude?" Harry asked, sounding rather like Jasmine.
"I'm nervous..." I mumbled.
"Aww, the wee leprechaun." Liam cooed.
"Shh, she might hear us!" I hushed.
"Who is she talking to?" Harry asked.
"What?" I questioned.
"There are two voices." He replied, taking a step closer to my bedroom. We walked through to the room and Harry flung the wardrobe doors open. "Jaz?"
"Uh oh." She whispered.
"How did you get through here? I left you in the room a minute ago." He asked.
"She didn't come through the door." I added.
"How is that possible?" Liam asked.
"Privacy, please!" Liliana yelled, shutting the doors in our faces.
"That was weird." I said, shaking my head.
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