Far Too Many Good Intentions. (Harry Styles)

We are not your lovers; we are not your friends.

A loud thud startled me awake, and a groan escaped from a young man's mouth somewhere in the apartment. "Fucking hell..."

"Lou, be careful!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do, you sod? Hand me that screwdriver."

Another loud thud echoed through the flat, followed by a deafening, incessant screech. I shot out of bed and into the living room, where the two boys were trying to shut a smoke alarm off.

Louis scrambled to remove the batteries from the hellish device, while Harry covered his ears with his hands, shouting a string of expletives. Once the thing was finally silenced, they both noticed my presence in the doorframe.

A laugh threatened to bubble out of me, and I slapped my hand over my mouth trying to control myself. "Good morning, boys."

Louis was the first to say something. "Sorry for waking you, how'd you sleep, babe?"

I smiled. "Wonderfully, thank you," I shuffled my way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. "Want any breakfast?"

Harry smiled, taking a seat on the island. "First dinner, now breakfast? I think I like having you around," he winked.

Once I was finished cooking, I sat down across from Harry with my own plate, chewing happily on my eggs. "So, what's in store for today?" I mumbled around my full mouth.

He grinned at my behaviour, and took a bite of my food. "Hey!" I giggled. "You have your own!"

"We could watch a movie. Do you mind if the lads come over to practice later?"

I shook my head. "Not at all!"

My mind wandered to the blonde boy from yesterday, Niall. He was startlingly insightful, regarding my personal life. I smiled, thinking about his accent. I can't believe I was thinking this, but I was genuinely looking forward to seeing him again. There was something about him that I couldn't quite place.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry's voice suddenly snapped me out of my daydream.

I smiled, lying swiftly. "Nothing really, I'm just really happy you've let me stay here."

He grinned widely. "I'm glad you like it."

About thirty minutes into The Hangover, the gang of loud young men burst through the front door.

"Hey! Addison's back!" Liam's smile widened, and I waved happily.

"Hello!"

Zayn sent me a shy smile, which I returned. My eyes rested on Niall, and my heart leapt.

"Hey, Alley-Girl!"

I couldn't help but notice Harry's arm sling across my shoulders, almost protectively. These confusing feelings I had for him were becoming impossible to ignore, despite the presence of Niall. But as soon as he had done it, he removed his arm.

Louis came bounding out of the bedroom with a large scarf tied around his neck, and tackled Niall to the ground. I felt Harry's laughter shake the couch, but I could tell something was off with him as soon as the boys had walked in. "Lou, get off me you twat!" Niall groaned from the floor.

When Louis finally removed himself, the boys disappeared into Louis' bedroom. All except Harry. "You'll be okay while we practice?" his eyes had a certain intensity about them that I didn't understand.

My stomach did a flip. "Y-yeah, I'll be fine. Can I use your shower?"

His lips raised at the corners slightly, a spark of micheviousness reached his eyes. He slowly stepped closer to me, and put his hand on my side. "Want me to join you?"