LUNA'S P.O.V
"Haz?"
"Mmm?" He mumbles sleepily.
"Oh good. You're here. Warmmmmnessssss." I yawn and smile at him.
"Guess what?"
"Hm?" I ask playing with his curls.
"I have something planned."
"Noo. Why?" I whine. Don't waste your money one me, Haz.
"I'm not wasting it." Did I say thet out loud? Weird, "Yes you did say that out loud."
"Ugh. What do you have planned?" I ask curiously.
"Have you ever been to Paris?"
"No."
"Oh." Is his well thouht out response. Then I realize what he is saying.
"Harry. Cancel it."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me. You know what."
"Umm, I don't think I do." He smirks.
"YES YOU DO!" I yell and he jumps so far, he lands on the floor.
"HAZ!" Louis yells, barging in.
"Lou! Wassup?!" I grin.
"Umm, nothing. But Niall tried makin breakfast and burnt it. Can you cook?"
"Yup! My Mama taught me before-"
"You don't have to talk about it."
"Thanks."
"SOOO!" Niall yells, jogging in.
"Whaaaaaat?"
"What are you going to make?"
"Oh so you just assume, I'm making something? Will you help me into my wheel chair?" I ask.
"Only if you make breakfast."
"Fine. I'll make breakfast." I sigh and hear cheering in the living area.
"YAY!" Sqeauls Niall.
"Little help?" Harry mumbles from his side of the bed.
"Oh right." I say rolling over to his side and pulling him up.
"You're strong." He comments and looks through my clothes.
"Umm?"
"Oh, Sorry. Can I pick out your outfit?" He asks and I smile.
"Sure. I trust you enough to not make me look... Ugh."
"I get your jazz."
"Riiiight. Hey! When did Niall and Lou leave?"
"Umm. Luna. They left almost five minutes ago."
"Oh. I'm going to go make breakfast."
"Alright." I walk out and Niall jumps on me.
"Whaaaaat?"
"Make cookies?" He pleads.
"Fine. But you have to eat some real food first."
"No problem. I love food."
"Where is all the food to cook with?"
"I burnt it." He smiles like nothing happened, which something did.
"GRRRR!" I yell.
"She does it like me!" Liam yells.
"Harry? You done picking out my clothes?" I ask and the boys gape,"What?"
