Knocking on my Door

Chapter 13

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I meant to say this last chapter but I forgot. Big thanks to BelieverOfDreams for thinking up the mash up: LIAN!!! You rock!! You know it's weird, every chapter I have someone to thank. Lol.

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I bite my lips till I taste blood.

"Louis!", Liam hisses. I look over to him, finding him giving Louis a glare.

"What?", Louis asks giving him an innocent look. Then he looks at me. "You can answer or kiss one of them", he said. I huff. No wonder I never liked Truth or Dare. Then it clicks. A kiss could be anywhere, not just on the lips. I smirk at Louis and turn to Liam, who is beside me. I lean up. His expression is shocked and slightly frightened. Laughing in my head, I 'peck' him on the nose.

"HEY!!", Louis screams in his high voice. "No fair!!!!".

"You didn't say where the kiss was to be," I point out.

"It's fair, Lou," Zayn agrees. I smile at him.

"She found a perfectly good loop-hole," Niall chortles. I smile at him too. While looking at him chuckling, I look past him, to the wall clock: 10:55.

"I'm going to bed," I say, automatically yawning. "Goodnight." With that I go upstairs. Not necessarily to sleep. I sit in bed, thinking of the past week.

A few minutes later, I hear a knock on my door followed by a small crack, through which Liam peeks in.

"May I come in?", he grins. I smile and nods. He enters the room with two mugs. He sits onto bed beside me and hands me one.

"One Hot chocolate for one heck of a person." he chuckles, "Cheers." After that we sit in silence, sipping our coco.

"Nice room," Liam comments looking around my room, which has been graffiti-ed by Jerome and I. I look around too.

"I hate it." I simply say. A frown appears on Liam's supposedly perfect features. Liam and I look at each other before awkwardly turning away.

"Why don't you like us?", Liam mutters. The same was he had when we were cleaning: barley audible.

"Oh look at the t-", He holds his hand over my mouth.

"Please answer me...", he begs. My eyebrow furrows.

"Fine!", I snarl. "You want an answer? Well the answer is: I don't like you because every other girl likes you." He raises his eyebrow, confused. "I don't like how people can rant on and on about how great you five are, without even knowing you." He scooches in a little.

"You know us right?", he whispers. "Are we great?" he says in my ear. The closeness of him sends shivers down my spine for some reason. Maybe it's because I've never been this close to a boy before. The shivers continue as he breaths on my neck.

I open my mouth but find myself at a loss of words. Do all of the One Direction boys have that effect on people. I'm sure he can hear my heart thumping in my chest. Only because I haven't been this close to a boy before.

"Would you miss us if we leave?", he whispers, sending fresh shivers down my spine. I turn my head and look at him. Our face are inches apart and we're staring into each others eyes. He leans in. I try to turn away but I can't.

"Please don't", I beg.

"I have to," he replies. Leaning in, he kisses me on the nose. "One direction guys always give what they get." he laughs.

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Hope you enjoyed this, it was kind of suckish, but it was the only way I could think of a romantic gesture. Hopefully you don't mind it being short AND bad. Comment to let me know you don't. Thanks.

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