Dream~ A One Direction Fanfic

Chapter 13

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~*My POV*~

As awakening, on whatever morning, at whatever time, my head was probably feeling like an anvil. I felt exhausted and too tired to get up. Early in the morning, I heard my door open. Moving my eyebrow up, someone sat next to me. 

"Ishya, sweetie?" A soft voice said. I grumbled softly. The person was smoothing my gnarled hair back, moving their thumb on the crown of my head to calm me. "Geoff and I are going to be going to work, dearie. We'll be back in the evening. Have fun with the boys." She gave me a quick kiss and went out the door. 

I heard the front door slam and then the car leave the drive-way. You're gonna leave me alone with 5 guys who are extremely crazy and whom I may fangirl over?

Well this is going to be an interesting experience.

~*How many ever hours I take to finish sleeping*~

The light flitering through the curtains as it makes way to your eyes in the morning sucks doesn't it? Yeaaaaah. Grunting, I throw the covers off my body, and stumble out of my bed. I make my way out of my comfy bedroom and go into the bathroom. I checked the time. I had slept all the way to noon!

I brush my teeth and brush through my hair and brace myself for whatever embarressment that may come my way.

I walk down the second flight of stairs that led into the kitchen. I peeked around the wall to see if there was anyone there.  

The boys were seated at the table, reading the newspaper and eating like civilians and not like pigs as some people say them to do. I shyly walked over and awkwardly waved hello. "Good mornin' guys." I peeped out. 

Liam looked at me over the paper, Zayn raised his head, Niall stopped poking Harry, and Louis stopped doodling over the 'Arts & Crafts' part of the paper. Suddenly the mood in the atmosphere changed. From the seriousness/quietness of a morning, turned into loud screams. 

"ISHYAAAAAAA!!!!" Louis ran to come and pick me up, spinning me around. "Lou! Lou! Put me down!!" I screamed, kicking my legs. He instantly stopped and put me down carefully. When he stepped back, a grave look fell across his face. 

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. "Are you mad at me?" I gave him a funny look. "Why the hell would I be mad?" I jumped and hug him hard. "Yay!" He smiled happily. 

I just laugh at his plain silliness. I take a seat between Niall and Liam. There was pancakes with syrup, breakfast muffins, fruit, and orange juice. I help myself to the food in front of me. Tearing it apart, Liam was looking at me amusingly. "Can I help you?" I say inquiringly. 

He just shook his head. "So you're tan, 14 and have an American accent?" Liam piled some fruit on his plate. "I'm Indian, which would explain it, I was born on July 28, I share my birthday with my friend, and I was born in America." He just smiles slightly at the table.

I gave a small look over to Harry. He shrugged. I looked at the others and they do the same. "Erm, Liam, did that have any purpose?"

Liam smiled smugly again. "Nope." I shook my head in disbelief. "Well then." I got up to put my plate in the sink. 

"So what's the plan today?" I asked. The boys looked at me. "I mean it's already noon. And it looks like you haven't showered. I know I haven't either." I crossed back to the table. "We was thinkin' that we could spend time together and learn more about you. And you us." Louis said in his best American accent.

I tried my best not to laugh, but I failed miserably. "Okay, that works." I said in between giggles. 

I got up, ran up the stairs and went into the bathroom to shower.