One Direction Are In My New Home?

Chapter Three

"Hmm, this place is nice." Says Harry. "Cute actually."

"Thanks, I only moved on today." Harry smirks at me.

"Got any 1D posters up yet?" I groan at him, before sitting on my couch.

"As if, and I won't be doing anytime soon!" Harry looks shocked. "Surprised Pop Star?" I say sarcastically.

"So you're not a fan then?" Liam asks politely. I shrug back.

"Do you like carrots though? That's more important!" Louis asks. Before I reply, Niall butts in.

"Can you cook? Now that's more important!" I laugh at the idiotic questions.

"Of course I can cook. But as for you Louis...I don't like carrots." Louis' jaw drops as he stares at me in shock. He stands in front of me, hand on hips dramatically.

"You take that back!" I stand up so my nose is right in front of hi lips, the. I raise up onto my tip toes so we're both eye level and I start him in the eyes.

"I don't like carrots." I say each word slowly and dramatically. Zany gasps as Louis' frowns at me. Niall sits cross legged on the floor staring intently at us, before suddenly screaming.

"Run!" He yells as he grabs my hand, pulling me away from Louis. We run into my room, I jump onto my bed as Niall stays against the door to stop Louis getting in.

"I never caught your name love?"

"Elizabeth." He smiles at me.

"Hi Lizzie, I'm Niall!" I giggle at him.

"I know who you are, silly."

Before I know what's happening, Niall is on the floor and my bedroom door is wide open. I don't even get the chance to run, as Zayn is suddenly on top of me, pinning me down. I squeal as Louis starts tickling me and Harry hits me in the face with my pillow.

"Ok, I'm sorry!" I manage to squeak out in between squeals. Louis stops tickling me, but Zayn still keeps me pinned down.

"What are you sorry for?" I groan.

"I'm sorry for insulting you're mighty carrots and sincerely apologise for any offence that they may have taken." Louis grins at me.

"You're forgiven!" He announces as he flicks my nose.

"That was mean Lou!" I moan.

"Want me to kiss it better?" Harry winks at me as I roll my eyes.

"Not particularly Pop Star."

"You'll come around love, they always do." I sigh at his arrogance. Pop stars...