"Well, Mod, this is your room!" Zayn announced.
"Sweet!" I flopped onto the white sheets to discover that it was a Tempropedic mattress.
I wiggled down in the comforter.
"Night, love!" Liam kissed my cheek. "We'll decorate your room tomorrow."
"Mhm," I grumbled.
The boys left my room. The door shut. I turned to my side and screamed.
"Shhh, shhh," Louis shushed me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"I want to talk to you."
"Go on..."
"So I just want you to know a little about me." I could see his blue eyes twinkle in the dark. "I love to play soccer. I have 5 little sisters and I'm part an international pop band."
I choked on my own spit. "WHAT?!"
"I like soccer?"
"After that."
"I have 5 little sisters."
"After that."
"I'm part of One Direction?"
"That would be it," I replied.
"Oh, we're good. It's Harry and Liam and me and Zayn and Niall!"
"Great," I muttered. "Now I'm going to be famous AND have more haters."
"Nobody's going to hate you," Louis assured me.
"Yeah right."
"Try to get some sleep, ok?" He left my room.
And I did.
