Styles reflection

un assured

LACEYS POV
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"He's just stressed" the boys tried to make me feel better about being yelled at. After a good 10 minutes of the boys failing at making me feel better I asked where I could sleep.

The boys exchanged glances they looked they looked like they were talking with their eyes. "We don't exactly have a guest room because the spare room is my room. But Louis room has two twin beds." Niall said. Oh no please don't make me share a room with him. "I'll sleep in his spare bed and you can sleep in mine" Niall said. Thank god. I nodded looking down at my hands.

"It's gonna be okay Lacey" Louis tried to comfort me. "I'm just... Tired" I said not looking up from my hands. "I'll take you to my room" Niall said standing up. I stood up and walked up the stairs. Niall followed telling we where to turn. After two turns we made it to his room.

I walked in and he followed and walked to his closet "I know you only have the clothes you're wear so you can wear one of my shirts to sleep in and I'll wash the clothes you're wearing right now." He said handing me a shirt. "It's the smallest one I could find" he says. I nodded at him and walked into the bathroom.

I change into his t-shirt that was the size of me and fell down far enough in the front for you to see my chest. I had to tug at it and pull it back to get it to look appropriate. I take my hair out of my messy bun and brush it using my fingers. It worked okay. I put it back up in a messy bun, picked up the clothes I had worn today, fixed the oversized shirt, and walked out of the bathroom. Niall was still in the room waiting for me.

He held out his hands for my clothes and I gave them to him. He smiled at me. "You look cute in my shirt" he said. Walking over to the queen sized bed that was too big for me to try to get on. Niall helped me. "Goodnight" he said after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Night, and Thank you" I said. He smiled at me and nodded.

He walked out and cracked the door behind him. I heard him walk down the stairs and into the living room. Muffled voices began asking him what I think we're questions. But I couldn't make out what they were saying. But it doesn't take a genius to know that their talking about me.

Isn't it nice when a group of strangers treats you better than your own brother?

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Okay I'm aware of how short it is and I'm so sorry. I just wanted to update even if it was something short. I love you guys! Sorry for making you wait forever.