Ashley's POV
I walked past the five boys, immediately realizing my shortness, and to the living room.
I stood in front of the boys who still stood at the door.
"Erm, hi?" I said, though it came out as a question.
"Hello love. Thank you so so much for letting us in. There were like thousands of fans." Harry said. HARRY FREAKING STYLES. Okay, Ashley. Don't fangirl.....yet.
"We tried to ditch them by coming into the apartment building, but that obviously didn't work." Zayn continued.
"They followed us so we ran upstairs, ignoring the protests of the little old woman." Liam added.
"We finally reached the top floor and freaked out. There were no stairs left and so we ran to the nearest door." Louis said.
"Which was yours. And now we're here." Niall finished, smiling at me.
My heart died. I just died.
"You're welcome. And you boys sure can tell a story." I laughed. "Mind telling my why you're wet?"
"It's raining, love." Liam pointed out.
I looked out the window to see rain pelting against it.
"Oh. Would you guys like a towel?" I asked.
"Or two." Zayn said.
"Or three." Louis said.
"Or four." Niall said.
"Or five." Liam said.
"Yeah, what they said." Harry finished.
I laughed and nodded. "I'll be right back. Stay... there. Don't get anything wet." I commanded.
I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a handful of towels. I checked my hair in the mirror. Satisfied, I walked back to the boys.
"Here." I said, tossing them the towels one by one and throwing one on the floor.
They dried off a little. After they were all done, Harry shook his hair out like a dog.
I laughed and gathered their towels.
"I was making dinner, but then y'all came in....so....are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yes." They all said.
"What do you-"
"SPAGHETTI!" They all shouted before I could even finish my sentence.
"Okay. Erm, there's movies and games in the bookcase beside the tv. Make yourselves at home. I'll be cooking." I said, walking to the kitchen.
I don't know if I have enough pasta for seven. Well, six. I'm sure Chloe won't be hungry.
"WHERE'S THE CONTROLLERS?" Harry yelled.
"IN THE DRAWER OF THE BOOKCASE." I yell back.
"THERE'S A DRAWER?" He asked. "HOLY MOTHER OF FU- FOUND THEM."
I only have four controllers meaning someone will not play.
I bent down under the stove to grab some pots. I searched for the biggest one I have. I found it.
I attempted to get the the damn pot out. It was wedged in there.
"Need some help?" An Irish voice asked.
"Holy fuck!" I yelled, falling backwards, grasping the pot for help. It loosened and came with me, so I fell backwards.
I looked into the ocean blue eyes of Niall and sighed.
