It's been two days since "Niall and Co." showed up on my doorstep and my god, have they been interesting.
Right now I'm laughing because louis thinks it's okay to invite his girlfriend over to MY house.
No chill.
Oh yeah, did I mention that Louis actually has another girlfriend. Her names Emily (I think) and she's so god damned pretty - no wonder Louis left me for her.
Cameron was fuming when he found out, apparently it's "well out that he invited his girlfriend over; given the circumstances".
Don't get me wrong, I kinda agree with him, but I've had a good few hours of him banging on about it and quite frankly, I've had enough.
To be honest, I couldn't give two flying fu.cks about who he literally fûcks because we're over now.
Past history.
What was once a we are is now a we were.
Oucch.
"Stop thinking about him, he isn't worth your time" Cameron huffed and snapped his fingers in front of my face.
"I'm not" I lied, but the cold stare I was giving Louis probably gave it away. I shifted uncomfortably in my cross-legged position and ran my fingers through my tangled hair.
"As harsh as this sounds; you guys are over now. He doesnt feel that way about you anymore and you shouldn't keep letting him take other your thoughts. He's a duckhead mads and you don't need him, okay?" His face was now flustered over the thought of the brown haired boy sitting downstairs.
I smirked; "Duckhead..Really?".
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"So what's it like being famous? It must come with its perks" Amber smiled, her hazel stare locked onto Liam's.
"Yeah, I bet you could get laid every night if you wanted too" Tom smirked "Multiple times at that" He quickly added. I groaned in disgust and kicked his leg from under the table, rude. He shrugged, in return.
Ten of us sat round the tiny table that has been constructed with random table and chair parts that we had found in the loft. Yes, the boys were still here and here to stay.
Out of nowhere, my phone lit up signalling that I had a text. My mum always told me it's rude to have your phone out at the dinner table, but is she here right now? No. Sorry mum. Actually, for all I know it could be my mum. All my friends are kinda sitting around this table anyway so..
Meet me in your room, we need to talk -H.
Nope. Definitely not my mum.
Sighing, I made up the worst excuse ever and had to excuse myself to Amber for "girl reasons".
Haha.
