Live While We're Young *completed*

Chapter eight

Avery's P.O.V

Surprisingly, I woke up to no sound at all. It was pretty dark in the room, but that could just be the fact that the curtains are really thick.

Everyone was still asleep, even Josh was asleep on the couch. Oh, so he can sleep on a couch but I can't?!

Being the nice, generous person I am, I decided to make everyone breakfast. I walked over to the kitchen like area thing, and walked over to the mini fridge.

I pulled open the door thingy only to reveal it empty. Oh yeah, we're in a hotel. Well there goes my nice idea of making breakfast. Eh, I'll live.

I trudged back over to the livingroom/sleeping area of the room, and shook Josh.

"Five more minutes mom." he mumbled tiredly, snuggling into the couch more.

"Devine, wake up!" I whispered shouted, pushing him off the couch.

"Woah, what, Avery?"He asked, squinting his eyes.

"No, I'm your mother." I grunted, helping the heavy boy up. Either he's heavy, or I'm just really weak.

"We're going to wake up the others." I told him.

"Won't they hate us?" Josh questioned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"No, they might just be a little mad that we woke them from their 'beauty' sleep though." I shrugged.

"Who should we wake first?" I asked, looking at each of them.

"Zayn's the hardest to wake, so I think we should wake him last." Josh stated, mentally excluding him.

"Trust me, I've noticed. It's like he's on his man period when you try to wake him." I chuckled. Josh nodded agreeing with me.

"Let's wake up Liam first, he's the nicest, so he won't be yelling at us."Josh suggested.

"He is not the nicest, he made me sleep with Harry!" I pouted, crossing my arms as I glared daggers at the floor.

"Oh c'mon, it couldn't of been that bad, don't you like him?" Josh pondered.

My eyes widened as I made a gagging motion.

"Nope, no, nada." I protested, crossing my arms.

"Alright, whatever you say." he said in a high, nonbelieving voice.

"Let's just hurry up and wake them, I'm hungry and I just found out there's no food in the mini fridge." I complained, pushing Josh over to Liam's bed.

"He's so peaceful," I gushed, poking Liam's cheek, "I don't like it." I muttered.

Josh walked up to the microwave, and took something off of it, walking back over to me.

"Liam doesn't like spoons from places he doesn't know. The fans just think he's afraid of all spoons." Josh shrugged, trying to get the plastic stuff off the spoon. I did say trying.

"Let me try." I said quietly, grabbing the spoon from him, and ripping the plastic off successfully.

I looked over at Josh with a smug smile, to which he returned with sticking out his tongue. How rude!

We had to be extra quiet, because there wasn't any rooms, all of the beds were close to each other.

Josh snatched the spoon back from me, and put it on Liam's face.

"Liam, there's a spoon on you!" Josh stated, as I dove out of view. That's what he gets for thinking I like Harry. Why does everyone keep thinking that!