Niall:
The next morning my alarm went off at six. Today my alarm also went by the name Harry Styles. He had a key to the flat, like the other lads. Needed to reconsider that perhaps.
"Niall, get up!", he ripped the duvet away, bumping into the bed with me. I groaned, my cheek against my pillow. Why had I ever given him a key?! "We need to talk", Harry sighed, making himself comfortable as he wrapped the duvet around himself. I was the one in my boxers! I glared up at him, but refused to get up. That was until something smashed inside my apartment. Soundng like it came from the kitchen.
"Is he up yet?!". It was Liam calling.
"What the...", I shot up and threw the pillow in Harry's face. On my way I ran straight into Zayn who stood in the way. Were they all here? "What are you doing?!", I cried, seeing the smashed plate on the kitchenfloor. Louis and Liam wasn't interested in the fact that they'd smashed it. Neither was Harry or Zayn when they poured into the kitchen as wel, right behind mel. I stood there, practically naked, and freezing, being eyed down by my four best mates.
"Care to explain?", Zayn asked me, leaning against the kitchen table.
"Would you?!", I exclaimed in frustration, throwing my hands towards the smashed plate. Louis cocked an eyebrow.
"I think you should go first", Harry shrugged, looking at me with that same judgmental look as before. I knew what this was about. My shoulders dropped and I took a deep breath, not really wanting to go on about what happened yesterday.
"Or, maybe you'd like to read the paper first?", Liam said, looking around the room at the other boys. They seemed to agree with what Liam suggested. He pulled the paper out from his back pocket and handed it to me with a knowing look. I just took it, begging with my eyes for him not to do this to me. They were killing me here! On the front page was a large picture of myself and the bookworm-girl from yesterday. I let her into the cab, my hand over her mouth. I didn't even want to read the headline.
"That's a nice of picture of you that", Louis said. Of course he'd alrady seen it. I threw the paper back at Liam who caught it elegantly in one hand.
"Shut up Lou", I mumbled. Louis put his hands up in surrender.
"Yeah", Harry said. "I like it", he added to the comment from Louis. "It's a nice picture of you and your girlfriend". The word girlfriend buzzed around the room like one of those annoying flies you want dead before you even see it.
"You know...", Zayn said, shrugging casually. "The girlfriend we didn't know you had", he raised his eyebrows at me and had made his point. I shrugged, refusing to say anything and give them the pleasure of telling them I had lied about it.
"Come on Niall", Liam said, almost laughing at how pathetic he thought the whole situation was. "This girl is not your girlfriend", he pointed to her in the picture.
"Yes, she is", I simply said. I didn't have to tell them anything. Not when they came into my flat and threw papers at me, and smashed my plates.
"What's her name?", Louis asked me, hoping I would get it wrong of course. I put the kettle on, only for myself of course. Lou hung over my shoulder, demanding an answer.
"That's not very nice of you Lou", I said. "She introduced herself yesterday to you and you've already forgotten". Louis sighed, walking away with a well heard swear word.
"You mean you're serious about her?", Zayn asked me. I turned, leaning against the counter.
"Might be", I shrugged. The boys looked at each other, and I don't think they heard my hear banging with nervousness, even though the room was silent. I felt like they could hear it though, and that they could strip my mind for lies. "Are you going clean that up then?", I said, nodding to the plate. Liam sighed, putting the paper back in his pocket. No one got to say anything before Harry stood up from his seat by the table.
