"Niall, a LITTLE help would be nice!" Liam called.
"Ok, ok," Niall replied. He brought in buckets of paint and rollers.
"That's right, boy, paint like you mean it!" I clapped my hands, daring them to come at me.
"Oh, shut up, Mod." Louis smacked me upside the head.
"Ouch!" I yelled. "What was that for?"
He rolled his eyes.
Zayn started to put up the bubble projector. He mounted it on a little shelf that Harry had nailed in. Then he pushed it up onto the shelf and wired it. That night, I would have to sleep in Harry and Louis's room, because the room would be covered in drying paint.
I had decided that I was going to sleep in their room because I had a feeling that something more than their claimed "best friend-ness" was going on between them. All I had to do was confirm that.
Then I would rest.
I watched the boys work for hours before the boys decided that we were done for the day. Zayn went out for pizza.
While we waited for Zayn to return, we watched SpongeBob. Harry and Louis cuddled up on the couch, a blanket over their laps.
This is going to be an interesting night.
