Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

31. Rock Me

A/N:

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@Nia_Nialler_xx

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If I could, I would dedicate the chapter to all of you

Don't miss the next competition in the end of the chapter :D

Hello, you wonderful and amazingly beautiful people out there :] I just wanted to tell you that you are all perfect and amazing :]

And... I just noticed that things will become a little funnier with this chapter x] Maybe because I LOOOOVE nice plot twist...? Oops, did I just say that? My bad...

Anyways, here's chapter 31. I hope you will enjoy it :D

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Chapter 31

Rock Me

"Shhh, Niall!" I hissed and nudged the Irish boy between his ribs. My fingers hit a wall of unbreakable muscles and I strongly doubted that he felt it. And even if he did feel it, he refused to stop giggle. "Shut it, Niall!"

"Sorry," he whispered back. "I'm really bad at these kind of things..." He ended his sentence with a big yawn and I sighed.

"Just make sure to help Harry and Zayn fix the last things, okay?" He nodded. "And make it quiet!"

"Okay," he promised in a whisper.

"If you wake him..."

"We won't," Harry's voice suddenly whispered behind me and I couldn't help but shiver. "We'll be very quiet and very careful. He won't notice us... Now, go! Louis is waiting..."

If was Friday and the clock on the wall in the living room showed 06:13 am. A morning tired boyband was sneaking around in the apartment while all of us were trying to avoid making any noise at all. It was very important that the last member of the band didn't wake up before we wanted him to wake up, one of the reasons I had been forced to wake the other boys earlier than usual. Liam was always the one that woke up first and we couldn't allow that, could we? Not on a day like this...

"There you are...!" Louis said when I reached the elevator where he was leaning causally against the wall next to the doors. "What took you so long?" His brown hair was messy and covered his forehead, locks of hair sprawling in every possible direction from his head and his eyes only halfway open from the tiredness. A simple white t-shirt covered his well trained torso and he was wearing the pants he usually wore when he was at home; a pair of comfy light grey sweatpants.

"Sorry... Niall wouldn't stop giggling..." For some reason, we were still whispering in the hallway when the elevator arrived to our floor. We sneaked in on our tiptoes, carefully pressing the button to the entrance floor.

The carpet felt soft against our bare feet as we left the elevator and walked over to the reception desk. Louis and I could have been wearing the exact same clothes since we looked very much alike; I was also wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white, long armed t-shirt. My blonde hair was put in a messy bun and my face was completely free from makeup, which felt both weird and nice at the same time. We did receive some weird looking glances as we moved through the lobby, maybe since people were used to see well dressed people ready to go to walk and not pyjama dressed persons with neither shoes nor socks. The woman behind the desk probably tried to ignore our dress code and smiled politely at us when both Louis and I leaned against the desk at the same time.