Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter 7-Complications

Chapter 7 :)

Wow, so, I know I'm not that well known, but I would love more fans! :( Its really sad. But I am so happy that over three hundred people have read this!! Oh my gosh. I never thought I would get this many people. I love every single one of you. Seriously. Feel the love. Anyway, this is Chapter 7! Where Bella gains two new friends and possibly an enemy? ;) you'll have to read to find out!

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Bella (POV)

I awoke then next morning to the find that I had kicked off all of the covers onto the floor, sweat covering my forehead and most of my back. I turned to look outside the window and saw all the snow gone and sunlight streaming through the window, warming my room to a furnace. Groaning, I rolled out of bed, and preceded down the hallway to the kitchen, where a lovely smell was coming from.

When the kitchen came into view, I saw Harry flipping pancakes over on a grittle. Louis was perched on one of the stools of the island, glasses on, hair a mess, reading a newspaper. I came up and ruffled his hair as I hopped up on a stool, smiling at them both.

"Good morning girly." Louis said, flipping through the newspaper.

"Good morning boys." I said to them, drumming my fingers on the counter top, practically drooling over the pancakes.

"Like what you see?" Harry asked, sliding a glass of milk at me.

"It smells amazing!" I said, slurping from the milk greedily. Lets just say, I hadn't eaten yesterday.

"I hope it taste as good as it looks." He replied, handing me a plate with three pancakes, topped with whip cream and hot syrup.

I dug in like it was my last meal. Louis and Harry chuckled at me, but I didn't care. Harry slid Louis a plate, and Louis dug in, but at a much slower pace then I. I finished off my pancakes, washed them down with the milk, and went to go put the dirty dishes in the dish washer. I walked back over and sat on the stool, checking my twitter on Harry's old phone he had lent me. I groaned when, yet again, it froze and cut off.

"Harry, what in God's name did you do to this phone?" I asked him, sliding it away in frustration.

"Oh, I dropped it in a puddle of water." He said, smiling hugely.

I groaned and flopped my head down on the counter. I felt Louis laugh at me, and patted my head. I peered at him, and stuck my tongue out. 'He's such a goof.' I thought lazily.

"Well, Bella, I do believe the boys are coming back over pretty soon, and Anna and Alex are coming to whisk you away from us.. So, I believe you should go get presentable." Louis said, folding his newspaper, and standing up from the stool.

"Whatcha trying to say? I don't look good like this?" I said, making a model pose.

This got them both laughing, while Harry replied "Girl, seriously, you fine, but your hair is making me want to laugh." He said in a horrible imitation of a ghetto girl.

"Okay! Okay!" I replied laughing as I walked back towards my room to figure out what I wanted to wear today.

I cut on the TV in my room (Zayn had brought me an extra one yesterday) to the weather. High of 74, sunny, slight wind. With this, I walked into my closet, peering at what I had bought yesterday. Scanning, I tugged down a somewhat baggy dark pink tank top, with a bow right on the chest area. Next, I grabbed a pair of small, heeled riding boots that came up to my mid calf. I walked out to my dresser, grabbed a matching bra and underwear, and grabbed a pair of dark, navy blue shorts that hit mid thigh.