"I need to pee." Louis announced, before walking the completely wrong direction of the toilet.
Before I could say anything, he walked straight into my room, turning the light on.
"Oh. My. God." I heard a little voice say.
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It's now 4:30 in the morning, Zayn and Liam are asleep, and so it's now Louis, Harry, Niall, all three kids and myself who are up.
Louis and Harry are hanging around the kids, while me and Niall are trying not to fall asleep on the couch.
"Why do you have so many tattoos?" Anna questioned Harry.
"Are you sad Harry? I read somewhere that people have different way of letting there emotions out, so get tattoos, and cut her arms like Clara use to," she pointed towards myself.
I could feel everyone's eyes on me, and my cheeks heating up with embarrassment and anger.
Anna was smart, but sometimes she didn't no when to stop talking.
"I-I um, excuse me for a moment..."
I managed to get out without letting the tears flow.
I quickly made my way to my room, shutting the door behind me.
The tears started to rapidly fall down my cheeks, mascara staining my cheeks.
There's a knock on my door, and shortly a confused Anna walked in.
"I'm really sorry Clara.. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings by saying that.. I'm really sorry."
I couldn't be angry at her, although she was smart, she was still only six years old, and didn't fully understand the whole concept of depression.
After a few minutes of hugging, she went back into the lounge room.
I felt rude for just walking off and leaving them in there by themselves, but I'm too embarrassed to face them at the moment.
There was another knock on the door, I had stopped crying at this point in time, but my eyes were still sore and blood shot, with mascara stains on my cheeks.
"Come in" I say, my voice sounding tough because of having a dry throat.
"It's just me Niall." The blonde boy walks in, closing the door behind him.
He makes his way over to my double bed, looking at me as if asking permission to sit next to me.
I pat the spot next to me, and he lays down beside me.
"Wow," he starts,
"You've got quite a collection in here,"
I look around my room to remember what it actually looks like, all 4 walls are covered in One Direction posters, a decent amount of stuff on my bookshelf is their merch, and let's not forget my 1D duvet cover.
"Sorry, it's a bit much.." I awkwardly laugh. "I'm not that obsessed I promise."
"Just answer me one thing."
"What will that be?" This could be interesting.
"Who's your favorite?" He smirked.
"Um, Daren."
"You've seen our movie too many times." He shook his head and I pouted over to my tv with the DVD case, with this is us on top.
