Meeting You Sucked. Nah. Just Kidding. It Was Great. (One Direction/Fan Fic)

Chapter Three: Wake Up

Chapter Three: Wake Up

I groaned, feeling tired. I tried to roll over onto the other side of the bed without opening my eyes, but I crashed into something. Then, I realised that someone had their leg wrapped around my waist, and someone else was breathing on my neck.

Peeking one eye open, I hoped that no one had broken in last night. I relaxed when I seen a familiar dark quiff, and realised it was Zayn. He was the one who had his leg wrapped around my waist. But there was still someone behind me. I bit my lip and turned carefully, trying not to wake anyone up. I came face to face with Niall. I then noticed that he had a death grip on my arm, and he was cuddling it like I cuddle Marco. Oh shoot, how did I sleep without Marco?

I lay there, and thought about how I got myself into this situation. Lets see. Harry hit me in the face with a ball, resulting in me meeting him and Louis. Then, Louis brought the other guys from One Direction over, which is apparently a famous band, and he decided to raid my cupboards for carrots. Then, the boys had a cushion fight. After that we all snuggled up to each other and watched The Little Mermaid, as chosen by Louis.

Once the movie was over, I think we all just grabbed a pillow, a blanket, and then lay down on the floor next to each other, and basically fell asleep.

My head was banging. I tried to sit up, and pulled my arm away from Niall. I unwrapped Zayn's legs from my waist and smirked at him. He looked so peaceful when he sleeps. I turned to Niall. He had drool coming from his mouth, and his eyes were half open. I put a hand over my mouth to stop me from laughing, and stood up from the floor.

I scanned the room. Harry and Louis were clutching each other like there was no tomorrow as they slept. That must of been what the websites meant, when they mentioned Larry Stylinson.

But where's Liam?

I went into the kitchen and bumped into a wall. I fell on my bum. "Ah!" I screeched as water fell onto me. What the hell?

"I am so sorry!" Liam said, placing his glass of water on a nearby table and helping me up. "Your soaking. I really am sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you."

I blinked. "I... I walked into... you? I thought it was a wall."

He chuckled. "No. I'm not a wall," He frowned. "You should get dried up, you could catch a cold standing around in wet clothes." And this must be 'Daddy Direction'.

I nodded my head. "Okay. And just tell the others that there’s Nutella in the cupboards if they want some toast... and some carrots for Louis." I frowned, just noticing that Liam was eating some cereal with a fork. I raised an eyebrow. "Why are you eating cereal with a fork?"

He grew red. "STOP BULLYING ME!" He joked, and went into the living room with his cereal, fork, and the rest of his water.

I giggled and ran up the stairs, taking a shower. I hummed a few songs and then got out, wrapping a fluffy white towel around me. I dried my hair in the bathroom, and opened the door, about to leave, when I, once again, crashed into something.

"Oof!" I'm going to have a very sore bum at the end of today. I looked up and saw Zayn trying not to laugh. I sent him a glare making him shut up.

His eyes scanned over what I was wearing and he smirked. "Nice outfit. You should walk around wearing that more often. I know you'll definitely make a few more friends."

My cheeks burned red and I slapped him on the shoulder, standing up. "Shut up you!" I said, looking anywhere but his face. "Where are the others? Have they had their breakfast yet?"

Zayn nodded. "We've all had our breakfast, apart from Harry. He won't wake up."

I wrapped my arms over my chest. “I'll be down in a minute, try jumping on him.” Before Zayn could say anything else, I rushed into my room and got changed. Slipping on a pair of skinny jeans, a white vest top, and a faded yellow blazer, I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair. Tying my hair into a messy bun again, I went back downstairs, to see all the boys eating toast on the sofas, and Harry still lying on the floor, eyes closed.