A Chance Encounter

Chapter 1

"Niall, I have food for you!!" Harry says, jumping on the sleeping blonde in nothing but his boxers.

"I stopped falling for that around the hundredth time you used it, Haz." a thick Irish accent slips from between his lips but his eyes stay shut.

"He isn't lying, mate." Zayn says, puffing out the smoke from his cigarette.

"You're all ganging up on me!" he gripes, pulling the duvet up over his head.

"Superma-a-an!!" Louis screams, bursting through the door of our flatholding a bag in one hand and a cupholder in the other, "Aww, you said he'd be up to see that!" he pouts, his smile wavering a bit.

I take a cup labeled with an "L" and take a sip. I make a face as the bitter sweet tea slips down my throat. I gag and do a spit take into the carpet. "Louis! How many times must I tell you that our cups cannot both be labeled "L"!?

"I dunno, a bunch?" he takes his tea and hands me the other cup with an "L" on it.

I timidly take a sip and smile as the warm familiar taste of coffee trickles down my throat. "Ahh... better. Thank you, Lou."

"No problem, Li." Louis says opening the bag and releasing a warm, edible aroma into the room.

"Is that-" Niall shoots upright, knocking Harry to the floor. "It is! NANDO'S!!!!!" When he sees the bag he leaps out of bed and basically flies to where Louis and I stand. "Who bought me food?"

"I got it-" Louis starts but before he can finish Niall squeezes him in one of his signature Horan Hugs, causing the Doncaster boy to wince. "But Liam payed." he manages to choke out.

Before I can move or even breathe Niall attacks me just as he did with Louis. "I love you, I love you, I love you!!"

"You love that I buy food for you." I correct.

"Yes, yes I do." he says, pulling out half the boxes of food in the bag, all labeled with an "N".

Louis pulls out a container with an "H" and a "Z" on them and hands them off to the boys, Harry still in his boxers, and Zayn still in his pajamas and white t-shirt. I'm handed a box of eggs and sausage and i gladly take the food.

As usual, Niall is the first one done, even though the lad had 4 times the amount of food the rest of us had. I chuckle, ruffling his blond locks before heading to change and get ready for the day. I take a shower and change into blue jeans and a plaid button down shirt. Niall wears gray jeans and a blue collared shirt. Harry has on a black blazer over a plain white v-neck tee with a pair of blacck skinny jeans. Louis has his usual striped tee and suspenders with turquoise skinny jeans. We sit on the couch in the sitting room, waiting for zayn to emerge from the bathroom. Half an hour later he comes out with his hair perfect, wearing a black t-shirt under a black and red varsity jacket paired with red skinnies.

"Truth or dare, anyone?" Louis asks, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Paul isn't going to be here until 10."

"Sure." Harry says, joining his best friend on the carpet.

We all sit on the floor in a circle and Lou smiles, "I'll start." he says and turns to Harry. "Trusth or Dare, mate?"

"Dare." the Cheshire lad says

"I dare you to," he looks around us and his eyes land on Zayn, his smile becoming dark and mysterious, "to mess up Zayn's hair!"

"You're dead, Tomlinson!" he says, his eyes becoming slits.

Harry lunges at Zayn's hair, causing chaos to errupt on his friend's head.

"Styles! Get off of me you weirdo!" he yells, pushing Harry away and whipping out a comb faster than I can even blink or smile. He fixes his hair and glares at Louis. "Truth or Dare?"