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eleven

"Christ, Emma! What do you have in this thing?" Zayn groans, stumbling into my new apartment.

The furniture my mom had sent in is "good enough" as she called it. Hell, it's used and kind of battered, but to me it's absolutely perfect. It's furniture and that's all that matters.

Mom also sent in her old china and dishes, because I will have a "special boy I need to cook for and use the fancy china." Yeah right. That in itself makes me want to laugh.

Or creepy murderers, Mother.

"It's just makeup," I laugh, helping Amanda carry in the final box.

"Just makeup?" his eyes widen and Amanda busts into a fit of giggles.

"I'm a girl, Zayn. And I hate my face, so I use makeup," I snap in a playful way.

I turn and see Harry standing in my doorway.

"Welcome, neighbor." His smile makes me smile and I can't help it. I have to cover my mouth because my smile is getting so big. He has those tight black jeans on, brown boots, a black t-shirt with a red flannel over it. He has a bandana tied around his head and I try not to laugh.

"It's impolite to stare, EmmaBear," he says, his grin growing even more. I guess that's just going to be our thing now.

"Hey! That rhymed!" And there's Louis.

"Yes, sweetie. It sure did," Harry says, patting the top of Lou's head.

"Sweetie? What am I? Five?" Louis jokes, slipping past Harry and coming to give me a hug.

"Sometimes, I think you might be."

"Well, I'm pretty big for a five year old."

"You could have some weird growing disease, Lou."

"Or maybe I'm twenty-two. That could be the explanation you're looking for, Harry."

I look around at all of the boxes and place my hands on my hips, blowing strands of hair out of my face.

"Do you want us to stay and help you unpack?" Zayn asks, following my eyes to the boxes.

I'm quick to object.

"No! You guys don't need to do that. I'll eventually get everything in place. I need to do it alone anyways, make sure everything ends up where I want it," I smile, shooing them into the hall. "Thank you both so much."

Amanda starts to tell me that she's staying to help, but Zayn grabs her hand. "Let's go, Amanda. I still have to talk to you." Amanda blushes furiously and leaves with Zayn.

This doesn't feel like home yet, and it probably won't until I'm cooking dinner in my pajamas with music blasting and I'm singing into a spoon. Then it will be home.

Louis tells me he'll come over later, he has some assignment he has to complete and Harry? He just kind of hangs around and waits for Louis to leave.

"You can go too," I say, falling back onto my couch.

"Ouch, kicking me out already."

Ugh I want to punch him and kiss him all at the same time.

Yes. Kiss him. I admit it. I liked the way his lips felt on mine. I had the cliche firework thing. My body felt like it was burning, but it was a good type of burn. One that I didn't want to stop. I would dip myself in the gasoline again and again just to feel that sensation again. It was like a drug. His lips are a drug that I'm addicted to after one kiss. I want more and more, but I can't have it because we're not at that point yet. I say yet because we'll eventually be able to kiss since I do have to make him fall in love with me. You can't really do that without having any intimate contact of some sort.