The Story of Her Life

The Story of Her Life: 5

He stretched his arms as he walked into the living area. He stopped at the couch and looked down. He was surprised to see a girl sleeping on the couch. He turned and saw Harry asleep in an armchair.

"It is too early for all of this." he said to himself.  He walked over to the chair Harry was sleeping in and pushed him out of it.

"AAAHHHHHHH!!" * THUD* "I'm awake! I'm awake." He looked up at Zayn, who was laughing.

"What's going on in here?" Liam asked as he walked in.

"Zayn pushed me out of the chair."

"Why?"

"I thought it might be funny." Zayn answered.

Louis walked into the room, his hair sticking out every which way. He looked down at Harry.

"Why are you on the floor?"

"Zayn pushed me out of the chair."

"Why?"

"I'm not going over this again." he groaned as he stood. He rubbed to back of his neck.

"Did you stay there all night?"

"Yeah I slept here?"

"Why?" Liam and Zayn were both confused "Have we missed something? Who's that girl?" he looked over at the girl asleep on the couch.

"Uhh...that's um.."

"Nice Harry, you bring a girl home and you don't even know her name." Liam looked disappointed in him.

"No she kinda showed up and refuses to leave." Niall said, popping up from behind the counter.

"When did you wake up?" Louis looked over at him.

"I don't know, a few minutes ago."

"So does she sleep like a rock, or what?"

"Well she's the only one not awake."

Harry stood up and walked over to her. " I guess it's time to wake up sleeping beauty." he bent over to shake her.

"If you kiss me I will cut your lips off." she didn't even open her eyes.

He turned around and mouthed "woah".

She sat up and looked around.

"I believe that we haven't officially met." Zayn looked at her.

"I believe you're lying." she stood up and went straight to the kitchen as if she lived there.

"Someone has an attitude this morning." Harry followed her to the kitchen, where there was no food, which very much upseted Niall.

"I'm just hungry, geez."

"Yeah there's no food in there." Niall said, his head down. She groaned and headed to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, she isn't dumb.

//\\

He pulled the covers off his head and sat up. The sun shown from the window making his hair shine. He looked around.

"Eli?" there was no response to his call. He climed out of bed and went down stairs.

"Eli?" he looked around the kitchen. There was no response.

He knocked on the bathroom door. "Eli?" again there was no response.

He grabbed the house phone and punched a few numbers until he got it right.

//\\

She came out of the bathroom, her hair pulled back. It took only about five minutes, but she looked as if it took her nearly an hour.

"I'm done." she called as she walked out of the bathroom. She sat down on the couch and got her phone out of her pocket in time to answer it.

"Hello?...Hey sweetie what is it?...Oh sssshhhhhoot I forgot...I know, I know...I'm sorry...okay...okay, goodbye, love you too." they only got her side of the conversation, so the eaves dropping part was hard on them.

"Who was that?" Harry asked.

"Jacob." she put her phone back in her pocket.

Who's Jacob? he wondered, but didn't ask, he felt he already knew the answer.

"So are you leaving now?" Louis asked with a mouth full of toothpaste and his toothbrush in his left hand. White foam ran down his jaw and he quickly ran back into the bathroom to clean it off.

"No I am not leaving. I said that I wasn't leaving until I got your signitures, so until then I'm going to stick you guys."

"What?" Niall looked over at her, his mouth full of some stale crackers, but hey, food is food.

"You know, follow you around, take some pictures, post them on Instagram, but first I'd need an Instagram. " she chuckled. They were all weirded out at the thought of someone they hardly knew following them around all day.

"Why don't we just sign the thing?" Zayn asked.

"This is no longer about the signitures, this is a stand about crazy fans." Louis said walking out of the bathroom.

"Who she obviously isn't," Liam continued. "A fan, she isn't a fan. I'm not saying she isn't crazy." he looked over at her.

"Aww, thanks. You guys are too sweet." she put a hand on her heart and acted as if she was touched and fell head over heels for them.

"Come on guys. We've got to get some food." Niall said walking out of his room, not knowing where they were in the conversation.

"But what about her?" Harry gestured over to the girl on the couch.

"We'll bring her along, now let's go." He headed towards the door, but stopped when he noticed that half of them weren't even dressed. He stared at them with a look that said "If you don't hurry, I'll leave without you." The three ran out of the room and got dressed. They were back in ten minutes, which seemed like too long to wait to get food.

"Let's go." he stood up from the couch. "Come on Eli."

"Finally, somebody remembers my name." she stood up and followed Niall out the door.

"Harry, why can't you remember her name, but Niall can? You know, 'cause she was your date and all." Zayn messed with him.

"Shut up." he elbowed him slightly as they were walking.

//\\

Ordering was the worst part. They all kind of argued, but without actually arguing. She ordered, like a normal person, and of course when it got to her she got the wrong food. She complained about it, so they fixed it, and it was wrong again.

"Ugh." she leaned her head back, took a breath, and got herself together.

"Excuse me, but my order is wrong, again."

"I am so sorry about that. We'll get it right, just one moment." the extra perky waitress walked away, leaving her with the wrong meal.

"Well, she's not getting a big tip." Liam said watching the waitress walk away.

"No guys, let me pay for my own food."

"Don't worry. We'll do it for a friend." Niall acted as if everything was okay and they had all known each other their whole lives.

"She's a friend? No offense, your nice and all, but I wouldn't consider you a friend." Harry said.

"None taken. I wouldn't consider myself a friend either."

"Why not?" Niall asked through bites.

"Because we met yesterday."

"What's your point?"

"I barely know you."

"So today we will all get to know you." she was confused. "So please, let us pay for breakfast." after all of that she really couldn't refuse.

She just didn't want to know what they were going to do today. The thoughts of what might happen scared her.