Living with One Direction

Chapter 7

I wake up in an unfamiliar room, it's big and the walls are painted a pale yellow. Maybe this is the guest room?

I get out of the huge bed and pad across the room, only to realize I don't have pants on. I was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and no pants, I vaguely remember getting to hot at night, so I took my pants off. Thank goodness it was nothing else.

I grab the pants, put them on and head downstairs to find Harry cooking breakfast and Niall sitting at the counter, waiting for food. Typical.

"Hey," Niall says, spotting me. "How did you sleep?"

"Good, thanks," I reply.

For a short second I forgot how I started living with One Direction, then everything hit me square in the face. Again. Great. Just when I feel a little better.

Many footsteps come running down the stairs, Liam first, then Louis then Josie and Mairead.

"Where's Zayn?" Harry questions.

"Still sleeping," answers Liam.

"We smelled food," said Louis.

I smile a bit and Mairead seems to notice.

"There's that smile!" She happily says.

My cheeks get hot, I don't like having all the attention. I'm more of a "stay hidden" kind of person, because when you're hidden, there's a lot less drama, well, most of the time.

"And voila!" Harry says proudly, handing us each a plate of pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream.

We all thank him and inhale our food, Niall finishing first.

"Slow down there fella," Mairead jokes to her boyfriend.

"It's not my fault you all take bird bites," Niall says, smiling.

"You two are such flirts," Josie teases.

I sit quietly during the whole breakfast, playing with my food, not eating much. I'm not really that hungry.

"You gonna finish that?" Niall asks, eyeing the full plate of food in front of me.

"Niall!" Louis exclaims.

"What? I'm hungry." Niall countered.

"You can have it," I mumble.

They all just kind of look at me for a few minutes. "Uh, may I please be excused?"

"Sure. Yeah." Harry replied, understanding.

I silently leave the table and walk up the stairs, tiptoeing past what seems to be Zayn's room, careful not to wake him. The door to the guest room was open and inviting, so I return to it. My phone was charging on the nightstand next to the bed and I unplug it and decide to check it.

There's a few twitter notifications and several missed calls from an unknown number. I'm not answering one of those calls again, never again. I can't deal with another horrific event.

My phone starts to buzz in my hand, the unknown number again. After quickly declining the call, I turn my phone off.

There's a knock on the door and I turn to see Harry standing there. Why has he been the only one who's comforting me lately?

"Hey, I just wanted to check in," he explains himself.

I nod, "you can come in if you want. It is your house."

He steps inside the quaint room and walks over to where I'm standing.

"How's everything going?" He questions.

"Not too good," I murmured.

He sits there awkwardly, not saying anything. "Well," he says cautiously, "if you need anything I'll be down the hall. Don't hesitate to come to me Ainsley, I'll be here."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it." I mumble giving him a small smile.

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(A/N):

Something got messed up when I updated so I'll write another chapter today.