Falling for the Rockstar

Chapter 29 - Grace

I walk down the hallway, upset, and knock on a door. Liam opens it, surprised.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

"No," I say, pulling on his hand. "We're going to get some food now."

Liam blinks at me, clearly overwhelmed by my sudden urgency. "Uh, okay... What exactly happened?" he asks cautiously, while I continue to pull him by the wrist.

"Louis happened!" I snap, feeling the anger rise again. "He doesn't take me and my cravings seriously! And then he laughs! Like it's all a joke!"

Liam looks like he wants to sink into the floor. "Uh, okay. But... where do you want to go? It's almost midnight."

Before I can answer, I hear a familiar voice behind me. "Grace, come on! Stop making such a drama out of this!"

I spin around and see Louis standing at the other end of the hallway, arms crossed. A mischievous grin is on his lips, and just that makes me almost explode.

"A drama?!" I shout, my voice almost cracking. "You have no idea what it's like to always crave something, just for... this little thing inside me to suddenly decide it doesn't want it anymore!" I gesture wildly at my stomach. "It was supposed to be my craving!"

Louis raises his hands in a calming motion, still half-laughing. "Okay, okay. I get it. But honestly, Grace... pickles with chocolate? That was bound to happen."

"Oh, you're impossible!" I turn back to Liam, who now looks completely confused. "Liam, let's go. You understand me better than he does."

"Uh..." Liam scratches his head, looking back and forth between Louis and me, seemingly weighing which side will cause him less trouble.

"Forget it," I say, finally annoyed, as I realize he's not going to take my side. "I'll call Niall, he never says no when it comes to food."

Just as I'm about to knock on his door, it opens. "Did I hear my name?" Niall says in his thick Irish accent.

Niall stands in the doorway, sleepy but with a wide grin on his face. "What's going on? And why does it sound like it has something to do with food?"

"Because it does!" I burst out, pointing behind me at Louis, who has now come closer. "Louis won't take me seriously, my hormones are going crazy, and I need someone who won't laugh at my craving for Nutella cheese toast!"

Niall pauses for a moment, then nods. "Okay, that sounds weird, but I'm in. Food is food."

"Of course, you are!" I try to walk into his room, but before I can move, I suddenly hear another door open.

"What the hell is going on here?" Harry's tired voice echoes down the hallway, and when I turn around, I see him with messy hair.

"Drama," Louis says dryly, crossing his arms again. "Grace is mad because I laughed at her cravings."

"The baby is craving pickles and chocolate," Liam adds with a helpless shrug, as Harry looks at him questioningly. "Wrong! Nutella cheese toast," Niall calls out.

Harry raises an eyebrow before he snorts.

"Why is there so much noise? Guys, it's the middle of the night," Zayn mumbles, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Grace needs food. Louis messed up. Niall's in. I'm still undecided," Harry sums up briefly, leaning against the doorframe.

Zayn blinks uncertainly before nodding slightly. "Okay, if Niall's in, I'm in too."

"What?!" Louis looks at him incredulously. "You guys want to eat cheese toast with Nutella now?"

I glare at him.