CAARRROOTTS

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I slowly trudged downstairs, still in my clothes from last night. I walked into the kitchen to find Niall hoeing into a stack of pancakes.

“Hey Rhi, you alri? You look tired.” he asked, in a groggy voice. His Irish accent seemed even stronger than before.

“Yep, just adjusting to the time difference.” I chirped.

“Oh, yeah forgot about that. So, how you finding London?” he asked.

“Haven’t really seen much of it yet.” I sighed, searching for a bowl to put my cereal in.

“That’s where we come in.” I turned around to find Zayn leaning against the doorway, smirking. He came over and got out a bowl for me. I smiled to thank him, and started to pour the cereal into the bowl before plonking myself down next to Niall.

“Well then, I’m looking forward to my tour.” I grinned as I waited for my cereal to go soggy.

“Aren’t you going to eat that?” Niall asked, pointing to my bowl.

“Not until it’s soggy!” I exclaimed.

“Dear GOD! That is a crime against all cereal-kind. ” Louis announced in a rather melodramatic manner as he entered the kitchen and began scavenging through the fridge.

“Whatever” I muttered under my breath.

He stood up, munching on a carrot.

That’s not weird…at all…

“Rhi, do you like CARRROOOTTTSS?” Louis screeched.

Again, not weird at all. Nope.

I looked around to see Niall and Zayn acting like this was a daily occurrence.

“Yeah, I guess so?” I said slowly.

“Yay!” he sang as he bounded over, pulling me up into a bear hug. “Cause if you didn’t, we couldn’t be besties anymore.” His expression was strangely serious.

“Right.” I said as I extracted myself from the strange child’s embrace. I sat down to finish my cereal.

“Hey Liam!” Louis chirped as Liam walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, guys… I was wondering to you live here or…………?” I pondered.

“We wish! Nah, we’re just here a lot because your Dad’s our manager.” Liam answered for me.

“Ah, I see. Less confused now.” I said as I stood up and put my dishes away. “Be back soon.” I said, and bolted upstairs to my room.

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