One Thing

You Belong With Me.

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"No!" 

"Yes. You have to!" 

"No, there's no way." 

"Kadence, you must."

"Louis, no." 

"What's going on here?" Zayn asked, walking into the room. 

I was currently bent over hugging my blanket I brought from home, Louis behind me trying to take it away from me. Sure, the situation looked bad from the outside, but it was completely innocent. Except for the fact that Louis was trying to steal my blanket.

"Louis wants to be a thief," I said.

"Do not! Look at this blanket Zayn, you'll see why I want her to get rid of it." Louis said, still leaning over me, fighting with me for my childhood blanket.

"May I?" Zayn asked, extending his arm towards the blanket.

I narrowed my eyes at Zayn, but extended the blanket towards him. Louis finally stood up, allowing me to straighten. Zayn took it and immediately gave it a look of disgust. 

"My god Kadence. This thing is older than my grandmother. Why would you want to keep this ratty thing?" 

"See!" Louis cried out. 

I snatched the blanket out of Zayn's hands, holding it close to me. "It reminds me of home. I've never been able to leave home without it. It was given to my mom from her mom, and my mom gave it to me. And Louis just wants to throw it out, which I won't allow." 

"Lou, you can't throw out her things. Especially something that is from home, even if it is disgustingly old." Zayn answered, throwing himself down on the couch. 

Louis sighed and threw himself down on the couch next to Zayn. Content with myself for sticking up for my blanket, I walked out of the room. But of course I had to taunt Louis a little bit more. 

"What's wrong LouLou? Sad you couldn't win a fight against a girl?" I said. Lou gave me a look saying everything he was about to do. Before I knew it, he leapt off the couch after me. I took off down the hall, running away from Louis. We were both laughing loudly, running out of breath quickly. 

I turned a corner, slamming hard into what felt like a wall. Louis toppled on top of me, obviously not paying attention. I heard some one start laughing really hard and looked up to see the one guy that I hadn't spoken to yet. 

"Goodness, is your chest made out of brick?" I said, rubbing my nose and forehead. Louis stood up and helped me up, my blanket falling to the ground. I leaned over to pick it up, but Harry beat me to it. He held it up looking over the torn material.

"What is this?" He asked. 

"It's her blankie." Louis taunted.

"Shut up. It's a blanket." I said, reaching for the blanket. Harry brought it out of reach and raised his eye brows. The only way to get it from him would be to lean up against his body, which I am not willing to do. 

In the three days I have been here, Harry and I have not spoken. Not one word. Niall said Harry had a secret to show me but Harry had yet to deliver. Instead, we gave each other the cold shoulder. That is, until now. 

"Styles, give it to me now." I gave him a stern look and crossed my arms. He was still being stubborn, holding it higher. I pulled the emotional card and teared up, covering my face, just like I learned to with my parents when I wanted something. As the first tear traveled down my cheek, Harry's eyes widened and he immediately handed over the blanket.