living with the boys

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I woke up early in the morning with Erik’s strong arms around my waist and couldn’t help but think about how comfortable and right this felt.  I rolled over trying not to disturb him but obviously that didn’t work because when I looked at Erik his eyes were half opened and looking at me. When he saw I was awake he smiled at me and pulled me closer. Reluctantly I felt my arms wrap around him, pulling me closer to him than I wanted to be.

I pulled away and got up slowly. I walked over to the walk-in-robe and got changed into my short black dress with my fishnet leggings and black high heels. I then walked over to my dressing table and put in my black tear earrings my black tear necklace. I then did my makeup which consisted of really pale foundation, black eyeliner, black mascara, black lipstick, and black eye shadow.

I then brushed my hair and pulled it to one side tying it into a pony tail. I then opened the bottom draw and pulled out my shoe box and took all my money out of it. I then placed my money into my black purse and put the box back. Ii turned around to see Erik staring at me.

“What?” I asked curiously. Erik just shook his head and stood up.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m going out to a club why?” I replied trying to sound as bored as I could. Erik nodded his head and then got dressed in a white singlet black overcoat, black jeans black shoes and black sunnies.

“Do you mind if I come with you?” he asked slowly. I rolled my eyes.

“If you want to.” I replied sounding annoyed. Erik nodded his head and started searching through his bottom draw for something.

“What are you-?” I started to ask as Erik revealed his black and blue billabong wallet. Erik smiled.

“Shall we?” He asked cheekily. I nodded and led the way.

Roughly an hour later we arrived out the front of ‘Le Freak’, a dance club in the middle of the city. There was a bouncer at the door. I walked straight up to the bouncer and tapped him on the shoulder. The guy looked up and I stared into the familiar blue eyes id known since I was 5.

“Niall!!!” I yelled throwing my arms around him.  He laughed in surprise and then returned my embrace.

“Hello sweetheart. How ‘ave you been?” he replied, his Irish accent coming through. I giggled.

“I have been fine. Where are the others????” I asked. He shrugged.

“They left me out here to bounce while they went inside. Tell ya what. Go inside and find ma mates and ya can come live with us and we will get ya out of that school ya in.” Niall replied casually.

“Hmmmmm… You got a deal babe!!!” I replied happily. All of a sudden I heard a cough behind me. I turned around. I totally forgot that Erik had tagged along.

“Erika. Can we talk about this before you go making deals to get out of this school. I mean what about me? What about us?? What about everything we can be?” Erik asked pleadingly. I gasped.

“What do you mean us? Everything we can be? There is nothing going on between us! And there will never be anything!!! Just accept that!” I yelled at him getting frustrated. Erik just stared at me looking hurt and upset. He let out a sob before turning and storming of back in the direction of the school.  I sighed and turned back to Niall.

“I’m going to go find the boys. Ttyl?”  I said quietly. Niall just nodded and held open the door for me. I walked in and looked around.

It wasn’t long before I spotted the boys by the bar getting swarmed by a mob of fans. I sighed and walked over pushing my way through the crowd until I was standing in front of the boys.

“Erika!!” they all shouted in unison. I smiled at them. I went to reply when they bawled me over laughing.

“Louis, Harry, Zayn, Liam!!! Get off me please!!!” I yelled in between laughing fits. The boys laughed and stood up pulling me with them.

“So what’s going on Erika?” Louis asked cheerily.  I shrugged.

“Nothing much. I may be moving in with ma fave boys but that’s about it.” I replied trying to sound as bored as I could.

“You are moving in with us?!” yelled harry shocked. I giggled.

“I might be!” I replied squealing. Harry pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

“Yay!” he whispered in my ear. I laughed.

When Harry finally let me go I was bawled over by two girls. At first I thought that they were crazy fans but then I realised that they were my two besties, Michaela and Brooke.  I started laughing and squealing.

“Booboo!!! Mixy!!!!” I squealed.  The girls just laughed and helped me up off the ground.

“Mixy, Booboo, this is Harry, Liam, Louis and Zayn. They are the boys from One Direction. Boys this is Michaela and Brook or as I call them Mixy and Booboo.” I introduced them casually pointing from one to the other. The girls both started blushing and twisting their hair.

“Hi.” They both said shyly.  I laughed. Harry grabbed my hand and spun me around.

“Would you like to dance, beautiful?” He asked cheekily, waggling his eye brows. I giggled.

“Of course my handsome man.” I replied flirtatiously.  Harry held out his arm and led me to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing around like an idiot. I started laughing and joined in. shortly afterwards I noticed that the other boys had grabbed the girls and brought them over and joined us dancing like idiots.

After roughly an hour we all staggered out of the club.

“Woooh!! That was fun!!!” Yelled Zayn, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Zayn into a bone crushing hug.

“There is no way that you are going back to that school tonight, Erika. You are going to come stay with us and you can share my bed with me ok?” Harry said. I laughed and nodded. Harry released me and then turned to my friends.

“You two can stay at our house to and you can share the spare room.” Harry said throwing his arm around my shoulders. Zayn grabbed my right hand and dragged me over to a limo and gestured for the others to follow us. He opened the back door for me and the rest to climb in. I harry sat next to me and I leaned over to rest my head on his chest. The last thing I remember is harry putting his arm around my shoulders.

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