Life With Boys

Chapter 15

Harry and Louis I guess showed up after I went to bed. I woke up this morning and the place was spick and span. I was now on the same red couch at the studio texting Logan. He wasn't able to come due to some school shopping but he was still able to make me smile with the texts.

From: Logan :)

My mum is makin me try on every single pair of jeans in the store I swear! Shes drivin me nuts!

To: Logan :)

Hahahaha sucks for u. But I'm stuck in the studio. Harry tried for a high note messin around and I think he broke my ear drum.

From: Logan :)

I can only imagine. But I gtg mums goin to take my phone away she said. Later :)

To: Logan :)

Laterzzzz

I set my phone down and my eyes met a fight on the floor. Liam and Louis need to grow up some times, "Really!?" I shouted over the yells. The boys froze and looked up at me from the carpeted floor.

"We're guys. We can't have fun?" Louis asked. I just rolled my eyes and walked away from the situation. Uncle Niall was in the studio singing away. Zayn was sitting at the sound board listening intently.

"Hey Zayn." I smiled. I sat on the small stool next to him and looked to the many colorful buttons.

"Hey Cambrie. How's it going?" Zayn asked.

"Fine. Liam and Louis are fighting, but other than that everything is peachy keen with strawberries on top." I said. Zayn chuckled and looked back to my uncle.

"Do you sing?" Zayn asked.

"No, not really. Unless I'm locked in my room and nobody is home, I pretend I'm performing at a concert and Austin Mahone is cheering me on." I answered like I was dreaming.

"You are one odd little girl." Harry came up behind us. He stood behind me and played with my hair.

"I'm not little. I'm fourteen and a half. And being odd is just one of my specialties." I smiled matter of factly.

"There is to much wit in you for your health." Harry sighed laughing. I shrugged and Uncle Niall finally walked out. Now time to work my charm. I got up from my seat and waltzed over to my uncle who was now on the couch. I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet to seem 'innocent'. Such a foreign word.

"Hey Uncle Niall." I sang. He looked up at me with raised eyebrows.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Why do you think I want something?" I asked with extreme hand gestures.

"Because, I used to do that same thing when I was a kid. Rock back and forth and get the puppy eyes out. It's an old trick in the book." My uncle explained.

"May I see this majestical book?" My uncle rolled his eyes and set his phone down.

"Serious what do you want?" He asked not being funny this time. Dang.

"Starbucks sounds really good right now. I've already been taken away from Oreos. Now I need Starbucks to please my tummy." I said patting my stomach.

"Fine. And while you're at it get me something." My uncle gave me some money, "Just get me a hot chocolate." He said. I nodded and started for the lift. When I hopped on, literally, I hit the button for the lobby. The lift stopped on the fifth floor and in walked the same brown haired lady from a couple weeks back in the bathroom. I just don't get a good vibe from her.