The next day, I wake to the sound of laughter and loud conversation. Harry is no longer asleep in my bed, and I blush, remembering the position we fell asleep in last night.
'Y'all are just friends,' I remind myself. "He made that clear last night.' I roll out of bed and thud down the stairs to the kitchen, where I am greeted by 6 smiling faces. The boys- who have made themselves completely comfortable in my loft- have apparently met and charmed my aunt, and I cannot say that I am surprised. They all mumble hellos at me through their omlets (which one of them MUST have made, because my aunt can't cook to save her life), and Reesey grins at me.
"They came at 10 this morning, ringing the bell. Told me they were friends of yours. Of course, I recognized them and let them in. They seem to be quite fond of you-- and of our loft," She laughs. "Harry especially; he likes you quite a bit." She gives me a sly look.
"We're just friends," I grumble, reminding both her and I. Louis, who is situated closest to Reese and I, and who is the only of the boys who could possibly hear our conversation, laughs a little at this.
"Louuuuuuu?" I whine, "Who made your omelet?"
"Harry," he shrugs, not bothering to swallow before speaking. "He's the only one of us who can cook."
"Hey, mate, I can cook," says Niall, looking over at Louis, who laughs.
"Sure you can Niall, sure you can." I laugh and move down the table to where Harry sits, telling Zayn and Liam a knock-joke that neither seems to care about.
"Who's there?" Liam questions, reluctantly.
"Amish," Harry says, hardly controlling the grin threatening to take over his face.
"Amish who?"
"Really? You don't look like a shoe!" Harry immediatly cracks up, and I can't help but let a giggle loose at his ridiculous sense of humor. This catches their attention, and all three look up at me, expectantly.
"Haaaarrrrrryyyyyy?"
He looks flatly at me.
"Yes, I'll make you breakfast."
Louis, who seems to always be nosing into my conversations, abrubtly starts laughing.
"So, instead of being friends with benefits, you two are going to be just friends with omelets! That's hysterical! She's got you whipped mate!"
"We're just friends!" Harry and I shout at the same time. He stomps across the kitchen to make me food as I stomp into the living room to relax with some spongebob.
An hour later, I am well fed, showered, and headed out with the boys.
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Finding Me Again
FanfictionSometimes it takes hitting rock bottom to realize what we want. When life at home becomes too much for Ally Jolie Hampton, she leaves everything behind and moves, hoping to start over in England. But rather than the quiet coffee shop life that Ally...
