Magic (A One Direction Fanfic)

Niall

We all piled on the couch in the front room. Liam sat on the right, I sat in the middle, Louis sat on the left, and Harry laid down on our laps.

"Harry," I said in an overly-pleasant voice.

"Yes?" he mimicked me.

"Get your ass off my knees."

He scooted down so his stomach was on my knees instead. "Better?"

"Much," I said absently.

"So what sounds good? I'm thinking pancakes," Louis said. He was acting as if literally nothing had happened, and it was pissing me off.

I just nodded absently, not really thinking about food. Surprising? Well, I guess you could say I was a bit surprised.

I mean, if you'd found out that one of your best fucking friends of fucking four years had a fucking twin sister that he'd been hiding for fucking eight years from fucking two million people, wouldn't you be a bit fucking shocked as well?

Excuse my Irish mouth, but hashtag sorry, not fucking sorry. 

But anyway, back to reality. More of my insanity to come.

Harry typed in "pancakes salem massachusettes" in his iPhone. Apparently he and Liam approved as well. None of us really cared about Zayn's opinion because he'd been a cunt lately.

"I got something!" Harry said. "It's called... IHOP?"

That got my attention. "What the hell does that have to do with food?"

"One sec, I'll find out." He tapped something and waited for it to load. "Oh. It stands for International House of Pancakes."

It was quiet for a moment, then Liam asked the question. "How is it international if it isn't in any other countries?"

I didn't care. All I knew was that I was shell shocked, and I needed coffee. Strong coffee.

"Why don't we go find out? Harry, go get Zayn," Louis said.

"But--"

"Harry, please? You know how he'll get if we leave him behind. It's just gonna be another headache for us all. And do me a favor, guys: stop acting all wierd about this. I'm still me, alright? You just... know a bit more about me now, that's all."

 We nodded as Harry got up to go get Zayn. A moment later, he came back dragging the tired, angry (as usual) Bradford boy with him.

"Where're we going?" Zayn asked. "And why is it more important than sleep?"

"Breakfast," Liam responded. "You can sleep later."

It was really quiet as we got ready to leave. Zayn never said much of anything anymore, Louis was back to being all I'm-broody-and-lost-in-thought-so-don't-come-near-me-unless-you-want-to-be-stabbed...y? I don't know. The rest of us really had nothing to say after Louis' little bombshell. Okay. Not little. It was "little" the way the Eiffel Tower was "little:" Not at all.

We all got into the car pretty quickly. Louis drove, Harry got shotgun (because he had the directions), Liam sat behind Louis, I took the middle, and Zayn was on my right. The drive was a little more normal, since Zayn's snores gave us all something stupid to talk about. Personally, I knew I would be back to normal after I had some food and coffee (which I knew the boys would protest, but eh, whatever).

"He sounds like an elephant with noseplugs," Louis stated in wonder.

"How can someone so quiet snore so loudly?" Harry asked.