The Switch

Chapter 15 | Stay

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LIV.

It was our second day in London. All the boys had finally left our room yesterday once Piper and Louis got back.

I had been relieved to see that Piper was okay. She was more than okay, really. For the rest of the night, she was all happy and giggly. Whenever I asked her what was going on, she would just reply with a, "Nothing! I'm fine!"

I had a sneaking suspicion Louis had something to do with her lovey-dovey state. I decided not to mention it to her quite yet and see how things would play out.

Harry and I finally switched our bags back. It was relieving to have all my clothes with me once again. I'm sure he felt the same way about his so-called limited edition boots.

My phone buzzed with a text message. Curious to see who it was from, I grabbed my phone. It said I had a text from "😍Harry😍."

I took a double take. Since when did I have Harry's number? Sighing and shaking my head in amusement, it dawned on me that he must have taken the liberty to make himself a contact in my phone.

I opened the message from him. It read:

Good morning hot stuff! 😘😘 you want to hang out with all of us today?

I giggled at his boldness, and texted back.

Well good morning to you too! I mean, sure, why not? 😊

He responded a few seconds later.

Meet us outside your hotel, babe. We'll be waiting. 😏

I guess Piper and I were suddenly friends with One Direction now. This fact hit me like a train, so suddenly that I didn't see it coming.

"Piper!" I hollered. "You wouldn't be interested in hanging out with a certain group of boys today, would you?"

Her head popped out of the bathroom doorway and she started smiling uncontrollably. "Honestly, do you really have to ask me that question?"

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NIALL.

Harry smirked down at his phone as he texted someone.

"Who are you texting, Haz?" I asked him as I peered over his shoulder.

"Just Olivia," he said flippantly.

"You mean, 'hot stuff?'" I retorted.

"She is pretty hot," he said with a devilish grin.

"No more breaking hearts, Harry," I warned.

"Since when have you known me to ever do that?" he asked, his voice feigning innocence.

"I'm serious. Don't hurt Olivia," I told him.

"Whatever, Nialler. Chill out," Harry said as he brought his attention back to his cell phone.

Harry was well-known for being a constant flirt. He never seemed to have any boundaries when it came to flirting with girls, and it usually ended with them getting hurt. I had seen it happen multiple times, and I didn't want to see it happen again.

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LIV.

The boys, Piper, and I sat at a table outside a little café. We had ordered lunch and we're waiting for our waiter to bring out the food.