**Rachel's POV**
"Thanks again guys," I say to them as Liam takes out the movie we just watched.
"You know, you don't need to keep thanking us," Louis said.
"Yes I do. I am pretty sure if someone just met a random person on the streets and they didn't have anywhere to stay, you wouldn't just welcome them into your flat," I chuckle.
"Ya, but I didn't meet you on the streets. I met you at Starbucks, when you spilled your drink on yourself," Liam said laughing, as he sat down next to me.
"Don't remind me," I say laughing back and placing my head in my hands.
Then I felt him put his arm around my shoulder and squeeze me a little, "Don't worry, love, I found it quite entertaining."
I lightly elbowed him in the side as I stood up.
"Alright guys, I am kinda getting tiered," I say, glancing at the clock.
"You can sleep in my room," Niall says, standing up, "I will sleep on the couch."
"No no no, I can sleep on the couch, it is fine. You guys are already letting me stay here," I say shaking my head.
"Yes," he said, quickly grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the room.
I turned my head to the boys and noticed their smirks.
"Night guys," I say and receive a few 'night's' or 'sleep tight, love's'.
Niall pulled me through the suite, and we soon reached a room. He pushed open the door and gestured for me to walk in.
I did so, mumbling a thank you as I heard him close the door behind me.
"Thanks again," I say, an evil smirk growing on my face.
I have only known these boys for about 7 hours, but I know them well enough to know that they hate it when I constantly thank them.
"Just shuttup," he said jokingly as he shoved me lightly.
I laugh and sit on the bed.
"But seriously. You guys may think it's no biggie, but it is. I don't know where I would be if you didn't help," I say, completely serious.
"Well, I was actually thinking," he says, looking down at his fiddling fingers, "you know how I was suppose to meet someone here," I nod, "and you were supposed to meet someone here," I nod again trying to put the puzzle pieces together, "well, maybe we were suppose to meet each other."
I furrow my eyebrows and cocked my head to,the side.
"I doubt that," I Said shaking my head.
I mean what is the possibility of me, supposed to meet the Niall freaking Horan. He would have to be a Dreamer.
I mean, it just doesn't make sense. He is famous. He would have a dreaming problem. It just doesn't work that way.
"Why is that," he looked up from his fingers.
"It just doesn't make sense," he furrowed his eyebrows together, confused, "just forget it."
I sigh and lay down on the bed, not bothering to change out of my clothes or pull up the covers.
Niall walks over and pulls up the covers and I get comfy.
"Thanks," I say, earning a chuckle from him.
"Goodnight Rachel."
"Night Ni."
And with that, I nervously fell asleep, scared of what I might do in my dream tonight.
