Summer Love (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 3~ Meeting... Them

RECAP:

I jumped inside the house, and You would not believe who was there. One Direction. All five boys were there. Especially him. My enemy. I though I would never see him again....

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                                                                    Chapter 3~ Meeting... Them

“Um…hi” I said awkwardly. All eyes were focused on me. Especially, him. “Who are you?” The short haired one asked. I must say he looked like a puppy. Aw. I like puppies. “Liberty. Nice seeing you again.” Louis replied, with his eyes slightly wide, until they returned back to normal, and his expressionless face turned into one with a mischievous smirk. “Hi, Louis.” I sais through gritted teeth, forcing on a smile. “You guys know each other?” Curly asked. “Yea. We used to go to the same school.” I replied. “So again, who are you?” Short haired puppy asked. “Oh, yeah, I’m Liberty. Simon’s niece.” I said grinning holding out my hand to shake. He gratefully took it. “I’m Liam.” Shor- I mean Liam said with a warm smile. “Do you like food?” An Irish accent asked, coming from what I assume is the kitchen. “um, yeah. On the way over here, supposedly I ate almost the whole food table. But I was asleep the whole time. So, I guess I was sleep… eating?” I replied unsure. “We should get along great then. I’m Niall. I’m the Irish one.” “I rather call you Leppy. It’s short for leprechaun.” He chuckled and just nodded his head. I must say, Niall, or should I say Leppy, had the most bluest and most mesmerizing eyes that you could just stare at for hours. “I’m Harry and I like girls.” Curly said. “Well, I’m Liberty and I like boys.”  He gave me a cute smile revealing his dimples. Aw, I’m a sucker for dimples. I turned torwards the boy who has been quiet the whole time. I guess he was quiet the whole time, because he didn’t even look up from his phone once. “Um, hello?” I said, snapping him out of his trance, and he looked up from his phone for the first time. His eyes widened at first, not sure why, but then returning to a look of boredom. “Hi. I’m Zayn.” He mumbled. “Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I mumbled back. I’m pretty sure the boys heard me because Zayn had his eyebrow raised and all of the other boys were snickering, except for Louis of course.

“Well boys, I guess you met my niece already. She will be staying with us for the Summer because of, er, family issues.” Simon said as he handed me my bags. I looked at Simon questionably. As far as I knew, my family didn’t have any family problems. Hmph. Someone’s ignoring eye contact. “Well, I’ll just be unpacking upstairs.” I said, still looking at Simon questionably. “Harry, show Liberty her room.” Simon spoke sternly. Harry grabbed my bags and I started going upstairs with Harry following behind. I know, I should be following Harry, but according to Harry, he has manners, and always says Ladies first. As we reached the top of my stairs, I felt someone’s eyes on my bum. I turned around to see Harry staring at it. I gave him a glare, and he just smiled.

When we reached the room, it was gigantic. It had light purple walls, with a white, fluffy carpet floor. There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, and a walk in closet. There was also a bathroom that connected to the room. I have my own bathroom! There was also a big chandelier in the middle of the room. The dresser was fairly big, but nothing out of this world. There was also a little love seat, just right of the dresser, that was designed and looked like an ice cream sandwich. Then, there was my own computer, and I must say, that the computer screen was as big as a flat screen! Then, facing the bed, and left to the bed, was a really big flat screen. This was a sign for a lazy day off for me.

 “Ok, so this is your room. Want me to help you unpack?” Harry asked. I nodded, indicating a yes. I unzipped my first suitcase and put everything that belonged there in the bathroom. Especially my, um, lady materials. When I came back out, Harry was stuffing one of my under wears in his pocket. “HARRY!” He looked up at me innocently. I went over to him, smacked his arm lightly, and continued packing.