Living in London

cool. awesome. moving on

I had been living with Harry and Louis for three days and so far neither of them have tried to set my head on fire or watch me sleep, so all is going well. Except that I basically have kitchen duty. Dang those boys.

Yesterday I unpacked my things to go in the lounge room like photos and my DVD collection, so now all that is left is my bathroom supplies. Louis offered to help me unpack those today. Each of the boys have an ensuite so they decided to be sweethearts and let me have the main bathroom since the guest room- or my room as it is supposed to be- does not have a bathroom. So that is how I ended up with sitting on the floor in front of the cabinet under the bathroom sink with a huge bag and Louis.

"Why do you need so much makeup?" he asked, scrunching up his nose at the third bottle of foundation I handed him to stash on a shelf.

"So I don't scare little children," I said seriously and he smiled.

"You don't need makeup, Ari," he said. Ari was my nickname from both him and Harry as Ariadne is supposedly (and I quote: ) one of those names that is nice to hear but too long to say for lazy people like us. "But if you have to use it why do you need four mascaras?"

Oh wow, he is such a boy. I motioned to each mascara in turn. "This one is lengthening, this one is thickening, this one is waterproof and that one is a primer."

Louis just stared at me for a second before reaching into my bag and moving onto the next item. "You seriously have never heard of me and the boys before?" he asked me, accidentally knocking over a bottle of hair product.

"First of all, will you tell me who 'the boys' are? You've spoken about them so much but I still have no idea who they are." It is true- Louis and Harry are always talking about 'the boys' and occasionally they mention names but I never remember.

"Well remember how I said Harry and I were in a band called One Direction and we made you sign the contract to say you wouldn't give out our address? 'They boys' are our bandmates. There is me, Harry, Liam, Niall and Zayn. Not to sound stuck up or anything, but how haven't you heard of us? On Twitter we have quite a lot of Australian followers."

"I don't listen to today's music," I explained with a shrug. "I work- or worked, I should say- at a small vinyl store by the beach so I would listen to a lot of the music I got there. Like the Beatles. I've never really listened to the radio. Nothing modern except Ed Sheeran. I love that guy. But since I feel completely in the dark here, tell me a bit about you guys."

Louis thought for a moment. "Liam and I are the only ones with girlfriends," he said with a cheeky grin.

"YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!" I shouted and Louis dropped my hairbrush, which he was about to place in the cabinet.

"Yeah..." he said slowly.

"And why haven't I met her yet?" I asked with a glare. I wasn't really angry but his reaction was amusing me so I decided to pretend I was.

"Because I only met you like, two minutes ago."

"Wow, exaggeration much? It was three days ago, idiot," I laughed, nudging his shoulder with my hand. He shrugged and grinned, glad that I wasn't mad at him.

I hope I can meet Zayn, Liam and Niall soon. From what I've heard about them, they sound like great people, but Lou and Harry might be biased... being friends and such. I wonder if they'll let me meet them. I honestly might scare them away and then they won't want to come over much. Then their friendship will be tested and the band will eventually fall apart. Then these 'fangirls' that they apparently have will be furious and they will begin a war thus causing the distraction of civilization and the end of the world! I can't be responsible for all that!