Live While We're Young

Chapter 29

Liam jumps right above me, supporting his weight. "Guess what guess what guess what!"

"What?!" I ask, laughing.

"Dani is my girlfriend again! She's talking to me, like we are really dating! And we went on a date! Can you believe it? It was perfect! I am so happy!" Liam says.

I hug him tightly. "I'm so happy for you Liam!"

The boys smile and laugh.

I hear a knock from downstairs and Louis goes racing down.

"Wonder what he's doing and who that is.." I say, sitting down.

We stay still for a few moments, then Louis comes upstairs with a girl.

"Hello," she says, bubbly.

"Eleanor!" I say loudly, jumping up and hugging her.

"O-oh, hi Nicole!" She says, laughing.

"I'm sorry, I just am so happy, because you're the one that's kept Louis happy and sane for the past years!" I say, letting her go.

"He's kept me happy and sane as well! Well, maybe not sane.." She laughs.

"Hey now, Louis is mine, back off!" Harry jokes.

"Oh, poor Harry!" Eleanor teases, sticking her tongue out at him.

Harry puts his head down, jokingly, like he's sad.

"Aw, the poor baby!" I tease.

"I thought you were the baby.." Niall says, patting my back and laughing.

"I'm not a baby!" I say.

"You're the right height!" Liam says.

"Shut up! You're not being nice!" I pout.

"Aw, come here shorty, it's okay," Harry says, opening his arms and puckering his lips.

I walk over to him and he wraps his long, muscular arms around me.

"Why are we having a party in my bedroom again?" I ask.

"Because you were sleeping when we arrived!" Zayn says.

"Oh.. And Zayn where's Perrie?" I ask.

"She's on her way. Actually, her flight should land within the next hour.." He says, checking the time on his phone.

"Why are you so short and the rest of your family is mainly tall?" Harry asks.

"I don't know, my gram is short.. I guess I get it from her," I say, "now stop asking!"

"Does he actually call you shorty.. As a real nickname?" Louis asks.

"Yeah, sadly," I say, punching Harry lightly.

"Louis is wearing male makeup!" Niall says loudly out of no where.

"What?" We all say, giving him confused looks and laughing a bit.

"Oh, sorry, I thought we were pointing out obvious things!" He says.

"Guys, stop being so mean!" I say.

"Yeah, my girlfriend"-I melt when Harry says 'my girlfriend'-"gets emotional about being only 4'11. And it doesn't help that I'm like six feet tall!" Harry says, laughing more.

"Shut up! You're so rude!" I say, pulling out of his grip.

"We're just messing babe," he says, grabbing my hand gently.

"Well I don't like it," I say, trying to pull away.

His grip tightens, but it doesn't hurt me. "I'm sorry," he says.