When I woke up the next morning, Liam was still next to me, asleep. I inched out of bed slowly, careful not to wake him up. Thanks to me, his last night must've been terrible. I went to the bathroom and washed myself up, then combed my hair, leaving my hair down. Then I went back to my bedroom and took a pair of jeans out. Seeing as Liam was still asleep, I changed in my bedroom. I just continued wearing the sweater, since it was the only thing worth wearing in my closet.
After that, I went to the kitchen. Niall and Louis were already up.
"Hey guys." I said, giving them each a hug. "Thanks for being real."
"What are you talking about? Louis asked me, handing me a piece of toast.
"When I woke up, I was so scared that everything was a dream." I replied.
"Well, we're definitely real!" Niall says in his cute Irish accent, poking me with his jam-covered finger.
"Hey!" I said, giggling, "Now I'm all sticky!"
Louis added another blob of jam on my nose, and I smeared some peanut butter on his forehead. Then Niall grabbed Louis' face with his hands so Louis looked like a peanut butter and jam sandwich. For extra effect, I slapped a piece of whole wheat bread on his face. The jam made it stick on, so where Louis' face used to be could actually be eaten as someone's lunch.
"Good morning!" I turned around to see Harry walking into the room, his eyes half-opened, still in his pajamas.
"Oh hi there," I smiled at him. "I'm making a peanut butter and jam sandwich."
"Oh really? I want one." Harry said and opened the fridge. I couldn't believe he didn't notice Louis.
"Well, I've made an extra big one for you, it's right over here." I replied.
Niall suddenly burst out laughing and fell on the floor.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, pulling his head out of the fridge.
Niall continued laughing, looking so comical that I started laughing too. I pointed at Louis.
"Oh, so there's the sandwich!" Harry said, grinning and walked over to Louis. Louis, probably sensing him getting closer, moved away like a mouse backing away from a cat.
Harry held onto Louis' shoulder to keep him from getting away, and started eating the bread straight off his face. Niall and I were laughing so hard that we were gasping for air.
"Ahhhhh!" Louis screamed, "I'm going to get you back, Passionfruit!"
He pulled Harry off him and ran towards me after dipping his hands into the jar of peanut butter.
"Ahhhhh!" It was my turn to scream. I ran behind Niall and the two of us ran backwards until we bumped into someone.
"Uh oh..." Harry said dramatically. Niall and I slowly turned around. It was Liam.
"What on earth is going on in here?" Liam demanded.
"Um, nothing." I said quickly. "We were just, uh, eating sandwiches. Sorry for waking you up. Uh, the sandwich was attacking us so there was a bit of noise."
"She means him." Niall said helpfully, pointing at Louis. "He's the sandwich."
Liam glanced around the room, his eyebrows raised.
"I see..." Liam said.
"You aren't angry are you?" I asked, looking at his face nervously.
"Well, not really. You're forgiven." He said, sitting down at the table and picking up the jar of jam. "No wait, I am angry after all. Did you use up all the jam in making your so-called sandwich?"
