Room Tours

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After some time, we arrived at what I would call from then on, home. It was a big house, with a massive backyard and what looked like a swimming pool round the back. It looked so glamorous. On the outside, anyway. The inside was a complete different story. In the living room was a big wooden table, a television and a cream-coloured sofa with stains all over it. Not to mention clothes. Lots and lots of clothes. The clothes consumed more space than the floor did. It was, truly, a spectacular sight. Wow." I said. "Is the entire house going to be like this?"

""No way, my room is neater than a hotel room." Liam said while closing the front door behind him. "It's just someone might have not done his laundry properly.""Hey!" Louis protested. "It's not my job to make sure that your clothes go back to the right place!"I think this is nowhere near the right place." Harry said, hanging up my coat for me. "So, do you wanna see your room?"

"Yeah, please." I replied tentatively, following the boys up the staircase stacked with CDs and headphones. "I take it you're not a tidy lot." "We're not," Niall said. "Liam's just the odd one out. He's a total neat freak."We arrived at my room, where the door was painted in lime green. Zayn helped me open it."Whoa." That was the only word I could utter when I saw my room.

The walls were painted in a pretty mint colour. There was a bed on one side, with a patchwork quilt and a dozen cushions on it. Next to my bed was a gigantic aquamarine closet. On the other wall was a window with lace curtains and underneath it, a forest green desk and a baby green fluffy chair. There were several white bean bags. A colourful rug was placed in the middle of the room. It was perfection."Whee!" I ran-jumped onto my bed. "Did you do all this yourself?"Basically, yeah." Liam replied.

I ran back to them and gave them each a gigantic hug, much to my own surprise. Interacting with people—especially showing affection—wasn't something I did on a daily basis. I was thankful that they returned my hugs warmly."Thank you guys so much, for all that you've done for me." I said, my voice muffled against Zayn's sweater."No, don't. You've suffered so much already, we want you to grow up in a happy environment, and learn to be loved again. We really do care about you, you know." Zayn replied before letting go of me. I quickly wiped away the tears that were starting to form at the corner of my eyes.

"Thanks, you guys are the only people in this world who's said that before." I whispered quietly. I don't know if anybody heard me."How about we'll show you our rooms now," Louis suggested, and we headed back out to the corridor. Harry's room was across from mine, and the door was in bright blue. Next to Harry was Niall's, with a dark green door. Then it was Zayn's room with Louis' opposite of it. They were red and orange respectively. On the right side of my room was Liam's, with a lilac door. A bathroom with a white door was at the end of the corridor.

"Let's start with my room, shall we?" Harry said, opening the door to his room. The stuff in his room was mostly brown and white. Brown night stand, closet, table, white walls and curtains. There were posters all over the walls and stacks of magazine, leaflets and catalogues on the floor. It looked like a standard boy's room.Then we went to Liam's room. His room was really neat with everything in place, and it did fit his description as a hotel room. With a lot of empty space, his room is pretty airy and has a nice fresh feel to it. I could still tell that this room was his by the turtle pillow on his king-sized bed and photographs around the room. I picked up the nearest photo. It showed Liam holding hands with a pretty girl with light brown hair."Is this your...""My girlfriend, yes" Liam said, reading my mind. "She's called Angie. She's really nice, you'll get along quite well with her."

"I'm sure I will," I replied. "The two of you look like you were meant for each other.""You think?""Definitely!" I complimented lightly.

We moved on to Louis' room. His room pretty much matched his personality, from what I had gathered. It was very messy, with most of his stuff on the floor. His bed was un-made with a muddy football on it, and various football posters decorated the walls. I saw one with Louis himself on it."You play football?" I asked."Yeah. It's less boring than singing." He replied.

"Louis!" Liam said, pushing past Louis and into the room. "What happened to your room, a tornado? I just went in here yesterday and looked perfectly normal!" He smacked the side of Louis' head reproachfully. "You better clean this junk up before you go to sleep!" "Whatever you say, Dad." Louis replied, rolling his eyes.

After that, we went to Zayn's room. His room was considerably neater than Louis' though it was nowhere near Liam's. The walls were baby blue in colour, and there was a window that looked out to a forest a few miles away. On one side of the wall was a full length mirror with fairy lights all around. "Oh no!" Zayn suddenly exclaimed. "We forgot to get a mirror for Passion's room! How is she going to get ready in the morning?""Believe it or not Zayn." Said Harry, "Some people actually don't need a mirror to get ready. And besides, we're going to go out later to buy more stuff, so don't worry. You don't have to share your mirror with anybody."

Zayn heaved a sigh of relief. I walked over to his nightstand where a sketchbook lay and flipped it open. There were lots of really good drawings inside. He told me back in the car that his favourite hobby was drawing, so I assumed that the drawings were made by him."You're really good, Zayn." I said, motioning to the drawings."I'm OK I guess." He shrugged, "But thanks."

Finally, we went to Niall's green bedroom. And I mean green. Mostly everything in his bedroom was green. "So, your favourite colour is green like mine, huh?" I asked, admiring the green-ness of the room."Yup! Representing all my fellow Irish leprechauns" He said solemnly, and we high-fived.

There were two guitars lying by the walls and a map of Ireland taped above Niall's bed. A big dark green armchair was pushed against a corner. There were also some hand-made posters and pictures on the walls. Niall saw me looking."The fans did them." He told me. "When I'm feeling sad, I look at them and they cheer me up.""Oh." I responded, suddenly realizing that the boys really were famous, with actual fans around the world. That fact was especially hard to take in. "That's cool."

The room seemed so homey and cozy and warm. The walls actually seemed to radiate warmth—the entire atmosphere was just lovely. If I were Niall, I'd never want to leave it.The room seemed so homey and cozy and warm. The walls actually seemed to radiate warmth—the entire atmosphere was just lovely. If I were Niall, I'd never want to leave it."Stop it, it's getting annoying." Liam said. "So, is anyone up for sandwiches?"

At the mention of sandwiches, my stomach grumbled. I nodded my head eagerly along with the rest of the boys, and the six of us trooped back down the stairs and into the kitchen.




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