The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

Havoc For One Night

Chapter 13

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The sunlight shone on my face, causing me to wakeup. When I stretched my hands it hurt my back and remembered my little incident yesterday. Enduring the pain, I managed to get myself to a sitting position.

Niall had fallen asleep on the floor beside me, his head resting on the bed. He looked really cute when he sleeps, like a baby. I stroked his soft blonde hair and rubbed his cheeks. I dragged the blanket over his shivering body. I noticed something in Niall's fist and I pried open his fingers to reveal a crumpled piece of photo. It was a picture of Niall and I dancing in the rain, basically having a great time. I smiled, wishing I could remember those memories.

A lightbulb lit up in my head and I grabbed a marker. With a crazy grin on my face, I drew Niall a moustache and colored over his eyebrows till they were bushy and adding fake warts.

Niall began to twitch and finally woke up. 'Zaria?'

I tried to contain my laughter and ended up making snorting sounds. I buried my face in the pillow and pretended that I was hugging it. 'You'd stayed up with me all night?' My voice was muffled. Niall nodded slowly and got up to the bed by my side. 'Where did Zayn sleep?' I suddenly occurred to my mind that the two boys actually shared the same room and I had just invaded their space.

'Don't worry about us. Zayn slept on the couch. But how's your back?' He wanted to turn me around to get a good look but I shot him a glare that said "Back off.". I think he got the message and walk to the bathroom.

I bit my bottom lip as he examined himself in the mirror. I heard him cuss real loud. 'Oh gosh! Is this permanent?!' He wet his hands and scrubbed his cheeks.

I checked the pen. 'Yikes! What if I said yes?'

'Then I'll have to kill you.' He growled and left the bedroom. I heard Zayn's surprised shout and a howl of laughter followed by the sound of a table breaking.

Zayn entered the room a minute later, shirtless, covered with sawdust and splinters. 'Hey.' He said casually and went into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running a Zayn whistling the theme song of teletubbies.

'Do you mind?!' I yelled loudly so the whole household could hear me. 'I'm a girl. Respect me a little bit and keep your clothes on! Don't try to burn me eyeballs out of my sockets. Just don't expose your bodies while I'm around because I intend on doing the same thing!'

The noise in the bathroom went quiet. 'Then you might wanna stay away from Harry.' Zayn hinted. 'He likes to go around naked!' He said and cackled in a teasing manner.

My eyes bulged out and I grabbed for my things, ignoring the pain completely. But before I could reach the door, I bumped into Niall who was carrying a glass of apple juice.

'Steady, Zaria. Where's the fire?' He chuckled and held me to help me find my balance.

I eyed the swirling bits in the apple juice as I caught my breath. 'I'm not going to stay in a house with five homosexuals! Honestly, I like things to be more conservative, if you get what I mean.'

'Yeah. You had never like too much exposure. I'll just tell the boys that, alright? You know, with your injury, you shouldn't be moving much.' He led me to the couch and sat me down. 'Now, I do not want you moving from this spot. Here. Apple aloe vera.' He handed me the glass.

Niall walked away and I pulled out my cellphone to dial John's number. I still thought maybe I was getting too attached to the boys. I mean they are very nice and hilarious, but the paps are soon going to make some junk story out of this and turn it into some big Hollywood rumor.