Chapter 11

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"Ello Niall," I said in my best Irish accent as I poked his cheek.  I'll have to admit it was pretty great.  He groaned and rolled over.  "Niall," I tried again with a different approach, "We are going to get food at-"

"I'M UP!!" he screamed, sitting up suddenly and knocking me off his bed onto the floor.  I cursed under my breath and rubbed my elbows, hoping to seize the pain.  His face clouded with worry and then confusion.

"How'd you get in here?" he asked me.

"It's called a window, Fat Boy," I said as I patted him on the head and walked into the kitchen.

"So where are the boys?"

"Oh, they are still under the window attempting to get in," I said as he entered the kitchen as well.

I heard his low chuckle behind me as I grabbed his newspaper and sat down on a stool.  I pointed to the Toy Story Marathon add and he nodded understanding my suggestion.  "Oh, yeah, and Zayn is still at home.  We kinda woke him up and left, knowing hes not a morning person and all."

He snorted, "Wise decision my friend."

I nodded and smiled, grabbing a handful of cereal from Niall's ever growing food supply.  Niall had already changed as he walked over to his closet and grabbed a snap back before sending me a dirty look.

"Niall! Seriously!? I could feed a foreign country with all of the food in your house and you get mad when I take a handful of cereal that probably cost you a total of about a penny."

"But, that's my favorite kind," he protested.

"Every kind is your favorite kind," I mumbled under my breath as I shooed Niall out the door, locking it behind us.

We walked around the side of his flat into the alley where I had climbed into his window.  All the boys were standing around the window looking up at something.  I looked up as well as Louis slid his arms around my waist and buried his face into my neck.  "He's such an idiot sometimes," I heard him mumble through my hair.

"How about all the time?" I asked looking up again.  I raised my fingers to my lips and let out a whistle.  "Nice legs there Styles!" I yelled at the boy attempting to jump from the fire escape into the open window.

"Asshole," I heard him say as he clambered down the fire escape.  As soon as Harry's feet touched the ground I knew he was coming for me.  I hid behind Louis tall frame.  But then Louis turned on me, poking me in my side right where I was ticklish.

"Louis," I warned him, "I thought you were on my side?"

"Haha, not this time darling.  You did leave me out here too."

"Uh-oh" I said before I took a few steps back and then ran for my life.

I sprinted out onto the street, running right into a tall, but slim feminine figure.  "Watch where you're going bitch!" I heard her yell at me.

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