It's hard....being in Love

It's hard, being in love. Let alone with your best Freind. Or being in the most famous boy band in the world. It's hard, having to hide your feelings for someone who you love desperately. Someone who you're around 24/7. Let alone having to travel with them. It wouldn't be so hard if he wasn't always there. But he is, and part of me loves that, my more redo able part of me thinks otherwise.

My alarm clock began beeping angrily at me. I smacked the top of the alarm. The beeping immediately seized. I yawned, then sat up. I pulled the blanket off of my warm body. The cool morning air sent shivers up my spine. I shook slightly. I heard an impatient knock on the door. I went to answer it. It was Louis, my heart skipped a beat. I smiled and opened the door wider to allow him to come in. Louis elegantly pranced into the room, them stumbled over a pair of my jeans and fell. He sent me a death glare. Then playfully threw the jeans at me.

"Your not ready!" He exclaimed. I smiled at him. He grabbed my wrist and drug me to the bathroom. He motioned for me to sit in the counter. As I did so he said, "Niall will be here in twenty." I took note of that. I watched Louis as he gathered everything we would need for me to get ready. He ran my tooth brush under the facet and then put a strip of toothpaste on the brush. Then forced the brush into my hand. I brushed my teeth as he combed and teased my hair.

"There, perfect!" Louis shouted. I looked in the mirror. My hair was worse than how it had started. I fixed my hair and, almost as if on cue, we heard a knock on the door. Louis and I raced to answer it. I beat him there and answered it. It was Niall.

*sorry for the short chapter, forgive me?*