Live While We're Young *completed*

Chapter thirteen

I awoke in the familiar hotel room. Wait, let me rephrase that, the amazing hotel room! I still can't believe how a room in a hotel can have, well rooms in them. But the thing that has been bugging me ever since I woke up, which was about ten minutes ago, is what Harold said to my 'dead' body. Does he actually feel that way?

It would be pretty awkward if he did, because we all know I'm not the dating type, whatsoever. Honestly, I myself, don't even think I could handle being in a relationship, even if the person wasn't real. Sad, I know,

Just then, the door burst open to reveal five smiling idiots, and a bird. That must be Kevin. I wonder why he has a stuffed pet pidgeon?

"We made you breakfast!" they yelled in sync. Will I ever be able to get over how creepy it is?

"Thanks, but why?" I asked, taking the tray from Lou's hands,

"Because of what happened yesterday." Harry explained, giving me some sort of a wink, or at least that's what I thought it was.

"Umm, thanks, but you do know that I didn't actually have a heart attack right?" I questioned, taking a bite out of the eggs.

"We know." Niall told me, having an evil smirk plastered to his face. What's going on?

I took another bite out of the eggs, finding a horrible taste in them.

"Eww! Oh my god, what the hell is in those eggs?!" I yelled, spitting the remains onto the plate.

they all burst out laughing, falling onto the floor because of it. If I almost didn't scare them half to death by the prank I pulled, they would all be dead by now.

I rolled my eys at their childish-stupidness, and pointed towards the door, "Leave, I need to get changed." I ordered, waitng for it to be fufilled.

In a few minutes all have left except the one and only Harry. Of course.

"So about last night," He started, scratching the back of his neck.

I was just about to tell him that it was okay if he didn't mean the things he said, but he beat me to it.

"I really did mean all the things I said." He confessed, rocking back and forth on his feet,

"H-Harry, I-I don't know w-what to say." I stuttered out truthfully. I don't kow if I want to be his, or he be mine.

"But what about the kisses, didn't they mean something to you?" he asked, pulling a puppy dog face. Kisses, more like unnexpected makeout sessions.

"I'm not sure." I sighed, slumping down on the bed.

"At least tell me you'll think about it?" he begged, looking as if he was about to go on his knees to beg.

"Alright." I hesitantly agreed.

He cheered, doing a mini happy dance, involving fist bumping the air, and spinning around in circles.

"Now get out, I really do need to change!" I barked, shooing him out.

I picked out a shirt that read, 'I'm a fruitloop in a world full of Cheerios' and had a bowl of Cheerios in it, with a fruitloop floating around in it, a pair of faded skinny jeans, and DC shoes.

I ran a brush quickly through my hair, before putting a braid in the middle of it.

I walked out happily with my look, and into the kitchen like area, that Niall (and the others) had filled with tons of food for mine and Niall's large appetites, and got some REAL breakfast.

"Hola los campesinos!" I exclaimed, taking out two pieces of bread and popping them into the toaster. This hotel has everything!

They all looked at me with weird expresions on their faces. Yeah, and they say I'm the weird one!