Secrets

seven

Odd. We were literally just cuddled up on the couch together, and now he acts like this entire conversation didn't happen. What the fuck, Styles? Guys always claim that girls are confusing, but let's get real: Guys are the most confusing things on this planet. Sighing, I brushed some loose strands of hair out of my face and went back to Teen Wolf. Ah, yes. When in doubt, run to Stiles. Luckily, Harry didn't bother me again for the remaining 2.5 hours, and I watch practically half of season 2 before the front door opened to reveal Niall and Zayn with a brown paper bag in hand.

"Hey guys" I said, glancing over my shoulder before returning my attention to sexy Stiles. What? He's hot as fuck.

"We stopped at Nando's on the way home and brought you guys back something" Niall shouted from the kitchen. This boy and his food... It's what, 3 in the afternoon? I envy his metabolism so much. Rolling my eyes, I laughed and replied, "It's barely 3, you had lunch literally 4 hours ago. How the fuck are you hungry right now?" I quickly covered my mouth. I couldn't really help it. I mean, you can't expect to quit cold when you've been cussing all your life! Zayn quickly appeared in the doorway and glared at me.

"Watch your mouth, Bells" he chastised, "I'll let it slip this time, but do it again and it's over my knee" I gulped. Wonderful...

"Thanks Zee" I muttered before heading to the kitchen to see what Niall was doing. Probably eating what he had brought back for us. When I got there, I saw a blonde head buried in take out boxes, scarfing down literally everything while trying to check Twitter at the same time. I laughed when he looked up at me and accidentally took a bite out of the styrofoam box, then spitting it out and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He gave me the finger and went back to eating.

"Wow Niall, nice to see you saved something for me," I chuckled, "but last time I checked, only you ate the take out boxes, too, so I guess thank you for the wonderful, bitten box. I appreciate it" He looked up at me with an innocent look on his face.

"Well you said you didn't want any," he shrugged, turning back to his meal. Then, Zayn walked back in and glared at Niall.

"Horan, quit stuffing your face! I thought I told you to save that for Harry." He scolded. Niall looked down sheepishly and muttered a quick "sorry" before pushing the box towards the Bradford lad. He looked inside only to find the missing piece of styrofoam and chicken bones. I giggled a bit before Zayn turned his attention to me. I shut my mouth.

"You and your food, Niall. I swear to god your going to run us dry" He muttered, scowling at the Irish boy. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right Zayn. You probably have millions in the bank collecting dust.

"Hey, he's spent 100 pounds on food today only!" Zayn defended. "Out of my bank account not to mention" I faked disappointment.

"Niall James Horan!" I chastised, "I expected more from you. At least 200 for sure. You must be on a diet or something" He smiled at me after realizing I wasn't mad, and Zayn just grumbled under his breath about how silly teenagers were. Whatever Zee...

My mood was ruined when Harry lumbered down the stairs, clearly just woken up from a midday nap. Oh great. His hair was sticking up all over the place, and there was debris in the corners of his eyes. Yup, he definitely slept . Zayn was about to say something when the front door swung open, and Haley paraded in with her false eyelashes Coach purse. I could literally feel all the joy and happiness being sucked out of the room the moment she came in. But, I mean she's Satan, so, no surprise there.

"Hi, sweetie," she purred as she made her way to Harry, swaying her hips side to side. She planted a fat kiss on his cheek which left a sloppy red lipstick stain. He was fighting the urge to cringe, I could tell. For the 10th time, if you don't like her, break the hell up with her! It's really not that hard. But to my surprise, he pulled her back while looking straight at me and then began to have a heated make out session with Whoreley. Disgusted, I backed out of the room with Zayn and Niall hot on my heels. Wow. The two of them just make Niall lose his appetite. Someone give them a prize, or a condom. Preferably a condom.