The Only Direction

CH. 5 Sisters and Misters

I woke up trying to remember where the heck I was. Oh yeah, all in one night I had met, flirted with, and rejected Harry Styles, was nearly killed by Ky, and I met and hung out with all of One Direction. Man, I never thought my life would get this crazy.

I had a funny feeling when I woke up and it wasn't OMG WHY DID YOU TURN DOWN HARRY STYLES!!! it was a feeling I was all to familiar with. I whipped off the covers to confirm my fear. I was lying in a pool of my own blood. Cursing, I got up and ran to the dresser. Luckily since I still had my jeans on, the sheets weren't ruined, they just needed to be washed.

I prayed that Harry's sister had left pads here just in case her period caught her off guard. The first drawer held some tops and tank tops. The next held pants, jeans, and shorts. The last one had PJs, a couple bras, some underwear, and a pack of pads. I promised that if I ever met Harry's sister I would thank her endlessly.

I grabbed a pair of underwear, some jeans, and a cute top. Tthe bras looked slightly to big for me, so I left them. I went into the connected bathroom and peeled off my blood soaked clothes. I put them on the floor to throw away later. I turned on the shower to super hot and hopped in. The water scalded my skin, but I didn't mind. I washed my hair with the shampoo that was in the shower and conditioned it. I filled my hands with soap and scrubbed all the grime of the last two days away. it was as if the more I scrubbed the more the painful memories faded. I loved it.

I finally decided to leave the shower. I dried myself off and got dressed. it was weird to wear someone else's underwear, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do. I twisted my hair into a messy bun on top of my head not rely caring what I looked like. I scooped up the bloody clothes and took the sheets off the bed to wash. I went to the kitchen and tossed my clothes in the trash. I never wanted to see them again. I searched for a washer and found one in a closet in the hall. After throwing the clothes in, I went to the living room to see what the boys were doing.

They were splayed across the various coaches shirtless. I tried not to stare , but it was hard. I pounced on Harry and Zayn who were on the same couch waking them. They both shot up and groaned when they saw it was just me waking them. I was surprised how fast they had adapted to the fact I was staying with them.

"Go away," Harry was really grumpy. I couldn't blame him though. he had stayed up super late mad got into a fight for a girl he barely knew.

Zayn wasn't as lazy as. Harry, but he wrapped his arm around my waist, three me over his shoulder and threw me back on the couch. He turned away momentarily and I launched myself from the couch and onto his back nearly taking him to the ground. I now giggling hysterically glanced back at Harry who had that stony look on his face again.

I jumped off of Zayn and onto Harry. I hadn't had this much fun in along time and I loved every second of it. Harry wrapped his arms around me and swing me around to be face to face with him. I felt the sudden urge to press my lips against his and stay like that forever, but then I reminded myself I had turned him down. It would be cruel to reject him, tease him by kissing him, and then reject him again, because I hadn't lied. I really wasn't ready for another relationship. Maybe... I don't know.

"So, what are we doing today?"

"We... you aren't just apart of the band because you slept here one night." Harry grinned.

"Whatever. We should go to a cafe for breakfast. I'm starving."

"Why can't we eat here?"

"What do you have besides cheese dip?"

"Whip cream."

"Haha. Get dressed, we're going out for breakfast."

"Works for me," Zayn smiled.