Sing Me a Song (one direction fan fic)

Meet the Lads

hey guys! i know I usually rotate the updates back and forth between this and multiple directions BUT! i wanted to update this one first because I am a bit blocked on the other. soooo yeah hope you like it! - gabs <3

**Ariala's POV**

Louis ditched me as soon as we walked through the door. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't blame him. The guy pranced like a pony then jumped onto the couch, smothering three good looking boys. I must admit, they did look quite wonderful even though all I saw were the back of their heads...but hey those were some fiiiiine heads of hair. The one on the right was light brown and fluffy, and the one of the left was just a absolute mess of blonde. The one in the middle though, his hair was perfect, not a single strand out of place. I swear I could've launched a skateboard fifty feet into the air if I used his hair as a ramp. Anyway, after I snapped myself of out of starring at their hair, I noticed how they greeted Louis. They all hugged each other tightly and laughed after they pushed him off. Louis landed on the floor with a huff, dramatic as ever of course.  I noticed the blonde one was laughing the loudest. Normally, I'm not all girly but his laugh made me giggle. It was that cute. Ugh, I seriously need to stop watching chick flicks with Evie.

Louis turned to the blonde one and grinned, "Niall! How I've missed your blonde hair!"

"It's not as cool as mine though," the middle one teased, while the rest of them laughed, "That's how Liam fell for me!"

The one on the left, who I guess was Liam, stopped his laughing to give the middle one a mock wink. Me? I was torn between cracking up and labeling them all insane. I decided to do both.

"Boobear your back!" Harry cheered when he walked into the room, and launched himself onto Louis, "Did you bring me a taco?"

"You brought Harry food, but not me?!" the blonde one, Niall?, complained, and hide his head on the middle  one's shoulder, "Zayn! Louis doesn't love me!"

"Yes I do Niall. You're Irish and blonde! How could I not?," Louis smiled at the boy before turned to Harry, "Sorry Hazza, I didn't get you a taco."

"Then what took you so long?" Harry huffed.

"I took Ari to Starbucks," he said, eyes flickering over to me.

"What did you just call her?" Harry asked, bouncing off of Louis and glared back and forth between us.

I smirked as I stepped closer to the couch they were sitting on and said, "He called me Ari."

"So I heard," Harry growled.

"Why did you ask then?" I said stepping closer.

Harry copied me and said, "Why are you so annoying?"

"Oooh nice come back Harry," I teased, before putting on an innocent voice, "What's so wrong about my adopted big brother giving me a nickname? Everyone cool calls me Ari."

"I don't."

"That's because your not cool."

"Real mature."

"You're one to talk! You're just jealous because you didn't get your stupid taco and I got Starbucks!"

I know it wasn't the most sophfistaced of arugments, but I made him turn red and that was good enough for me. It was quite hilarious actually. His cheeks started turning red and his fists clenched, but he kept opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. Our eyes glared at each each other as I took a long sip of my drink, smacking my lips after. I snickered to myself as I saw him cringe at the sound. His eye started twitching and I held my smirk. I won, for the ten thousandth time since we started having these fun little fights.