Adopted by Louis Tomlinson?

Thirty.

Chapter status: Edited

I roll over in Niall's arms and smile happily. I look at the bedside clock and see its already noon. I sigh and snuggle back into his chest drawing random patterns on his bicep.

"Morning sleeping beauty," I say smiling at him.

"Mornin," he says in his Irish sexy man voice.

"So I'm an Irish sexy man aye?" I look at him then realization hits me.

"Yep." He smiles.

"Okay, well make sure you've got everything packed. I'll go make sure everyone else is too," I say pecking his lips and walking into Louis room.

"Wake up ass hole," I whisper into his ear. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down into his bed with him.

"That's not very nice," he says keeping his eyes closed.

"Hey guys," Liam says walking into the room.

"Hey Li, I was gonna make sure you guys were up and packing last minute things, but you can do that," I say nodding towards Louis' already packed suitcase.

"Sure, just Harry, Hannah, and Zayn," he says shrugging turning around and shutting the door behind him.

"Ill go make breakfast!" I chirp running out of Louis room.

I get to the kitchen and pull out a pan, and all the ingredients to make pancakes. I add some chocolate chips and then stir the batter. I look to see not very many chocolate chips so I just pour the whole rest of the bag in. I put the batter in jacked up circles in the pan and then start flipping them.

(A/N: I actually did this. I overdosed on the chocolate chips and no one ate them...)": )

I successfully flip all of them, except one that hit the ceiling and made a chocolaty goopy mess on the ceiling.

Oh well.

I put the many pancakes on the counter and set out syrup, plates, and forks. I grab six glasses and bring out the milk from the fridge.

"Breakfast!" I yell and then run into the lounge room. Not even ten seconds later the lads rush down and into the kitchen. I wait a mintue and then walk in getting my food and sitting on one of the stools.

Louis smiles at me and so do the other. Niall take a sip of his milk and smiles, resulting in him spilling milk all over his chin and bare chest. I laugh and grab some paper towels and whipe the milk off of him. (A/n: Harry Potter moment right there.)

"Silly boy," I say sitting down.

I look at all the boys' empty plates and they all rub their stomachs.

"Harry, where's Hannah?" I ask realizing my best friend wasn't at breakfast.

"She was sleeping, I asked her if she wanted some but said no," he says shrugging.

I shrug and pick up all the plates setting them into the sink and starting the water. I hear the water start upstairs and then shrug knowing its just Hannah getting into the shower. As I finish washing the glasses and grabbing a syrupy plate, I hear a loud thud and a scream. I drop the plate and run. In the distance I hear it shatter and the I hear pounding footsteps behind me on the stairs. I rush into Harry and Hannah's room and bang on the bathroom door.

"Hannah!?" I ask frantically. I hear soft sobs and then I step back quickly.

"Harry kick the door down," I tell him looking at him pleadingly.