Imagine {On Hold}

«Chapter 10 - Problems»

«Mary's POV»

Everyone was sprawled out either on the floor or the couch. Or both. I was leaning up against the foot of the couch, Harry sitting behind me on the couch. Niall and Louis were talking about one of their songs on the floor. I've spent more than a day with these guys and I still couldn't tell you what one of their songs are. Liam was on the couch too, his feet in Harry's lap. Zayn was still upset, so he was outside.

After Harry made tacos everyone ate at least 4. Niall made me eat 3 and I felt like I was going to throw up I ate so much. We usually never have enough food for us to actually be considered 'full'. I leaned back and glanced at Harry. He looked so cute when he slept. I smiled and played with my new phone.

"Nialler, it's time to go." Liam said while getting off the couch.

I smiled. I don't care what they say, their nicknames for each other sound really gay. Niall proved my point when he said, "I'm coming, LiLi."

After Liam got up I made my move. I got up and sat by Harry. I watched blondie grab another taco before leaving. I sighed and grabbed my sketch book. Harry was still asleep and I smiled. I had completely forgotten Louis was in the room until he spoke.

"I know you like him, Mary." I almost jumped out of my skin. I faced Lou and gave him a look. "You can't hide it. As soon as Liam moved you took your chance to sit by him."

I shrugged, "I just didn't want to sit on the floor anymore."

"Mmhm. I'm going to take a shower." Louis took some clothes out of his suitcase and made his way to the bathroom.

I just sat there staring at Harry. He was beautiful. His curly hair was so perfect all I wanted to do was run my fingers through his hair. I smiled at the thought. Maybe, just maybe, he might like me too. Too? Do I like him? Or do I just have thoughts for wanting him like all their fans do? That can't be right, I barely even knew they existed until yesterday.

I was going to get a blanket for Harry, but Zayn opened the door. I took one glance at him and made my way to him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Leave me alone!" He snapped.

I flinched and said, "I was just trying to help, Zayn."

Sighing, he said, "I'm sorry. Perrie is whining about me in Twitter saying I'm too good for her. Where is Lou?"

Almost on cue Louis started singing, "If I don't say this now, I will surely break!"

"Louis, stop showing-!" Zayn yelled, but I covered his mouth with my hand. My eyes went straight to Harry. I sighed happily; he was still sleeping. I removed my hand and Zayn whispered, "He's a heavy sleeper, Mary. Almost nothing can wake him up."

Zayn rubbed his eyes and I could tell he had been crying. "Do you want to talk about Perrie?" I asked politely.

"Not now. Do you mind if I go to sleep?"

I smiled. "Not at all. You can go to my room if you'd like." He nodded and left.

I started to pick up clothes that were thrown all over the floor. I shook my head. Boys will be boys. I tossed them into a hamper and turned the washing machine on. I poured some soap into the machine and let the water fill up before shoving their clothes in it. I added some of mine too. After shutting it I jumped when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist.

I looked down and noticed Louis' tattoos for the first time. He put his chin on my shoulder. "We said we were never going to get tattoos. You convinced me it would hurt too much."

"I wanted to protect you, Mary, just like Zachary does." He whispered into my ear.

"Does it really hurt as bad as people say?"

"You aren't thinking of getting one are you?" Louis spun me around so we could be eye to eye. "Mary-"

I pushed against his bare chest pushing him away and said, "It was a yes or no question. Maybe I was maybe I wasn't."

I stormed into my room completely forgetting Zayn was in there. He was sprawled out on my bed shirtless, only wearing a pair of shorts. Damn, these guys are so fucking hot! I got lost staring at his abs until he turned around, his back facing me. I sighed and climbed out the window to the fire escape. I grabbed my sketch book and shut the window carefully.

I sat on the edge of the stairs and started to finish my drawing. What is everyone's problem?